<?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-51789289997954604</id><updated>2012-01-25T16:49:09.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KimmyCone</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-7408206268429698038</id><published>2010-07-07T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T01:09:35.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Future Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I dunno exactly how to start my letter,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hye, hello, dear-which one sounds better,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm trying to make it sound as casual as possible,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But not so much as a worthless scribble,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm juz wondering how will we meet each other,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like in all those romantic movies or through another,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And how am I going to know it's u when I see you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Will it be love at first sight or maybe I will get some clue,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Come to think of it, I dun even kno who ur gonna be,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A total stranger or a dear friend to me,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;All I kno is that love's a mystery,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I have to wait for it to unravel to see,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But each and every night I can't stop thinking about you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;While hoping that ur thinking about me too...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Future Love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;♥♥♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-7788930918822267469</id><published>2010-04-25T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T22:13:38.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're My Best Man</title><content type='html'>This post is as a reply to a post titled "Rindu-Merindu". Semua itu masih segar dalam minda aku sampai ke hari ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, kita pernah sekelas waktu 2C walaupun sekejap. Memang mase tuh aku baek ngan Safwan cuz kitorang minat mende sama n lagu yg sama. Waktu ini juga aku mengenali Aiman. I agree time tuh x matang lg. Hahaha. Relax laa, br form 2 wat(pemikiran aku waktu itu). Kau masih x kenal sesape lg masa tu n sgt senyap. Lps tu kau pindah kelas 2B(kalau x silap laa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S9Q4XN6wcHI/AAAAAAAAAd8/tDizrUpIVMc/s1600/IMG_1647.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S9Q4XN6wcHI/AAAAAAAAAd8/tDizrUpIVMc/s320/IMG_1647.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kita masuk unit uniform sama(PBSM) n kita sama2 primer Wira. Masa perjumpaan PBSM asyik kena kawad n kalau buat salah kene pamping 10 kali. Hahaha. Masa Wira pula x masuk acara apa2(bukan x berbakat tp kasi peluang kat org laen yg nk masuk). Dari situ start mengenali kau dan Hazim dengan lbh rapat. Waktu tu aku cuma ingat kita akan menjadi kawan selama nye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku x tahu bahawa nnt aku akan menyedari bahawa aku tersilap besar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masuk form 3, bertambah lagi orang yg kusangkakan kawan iaitu Taufiq, Zulhilmi n Zulfaqar. Kita pegi camping for the 1st time. Kem diraja. Aku, kau, Hazim n Taufiq. Memang seronok. Siang dan malam bersama. Aku masih ingat waktu kem tu kau dan aku suka sgt beli strawberi kat khemah Pandu Puteri. Pastu kita reka pocho-pocho John Travolta. Hahaha. Aku ingat lagi waktu tu. Waktu Malam Kebudayaan kita menari rmai2 n amik gamba sama2. Rindu saat tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S9Q2Z_f5eAI/AAAAAAAAAd0/o9XaEaRiFTc/s1600/P3100038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S9Q2Z_f5eAI/AAAAAAAAAd0/o9XaEaRiFTc/s320/P3100038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kebudayaan Nite Fever!!&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.... &lt;span id="goog_424641837"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_424641838"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S9Q2BlkUcXI/AAAAAAAAAds/lN_Uv1FoRtQ/s1600/P3090018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S9Q2BlkUcXI/AAAAAAAAAds/lN_Uv1FoRtQ/s320/P3090018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Walaupun kem sudah berakhir, kita semua tetap bersama. Walaupun berlainan kelas(Kau kelas 3A. Aku, Taufiq, Zul n Faqar kelas 3B manakala Hazim kelas 3C), kita tetap berjumpa. Meluangkan masa bersama-sama bila ketiadaan cikgu di dalam kelas dan sewaktu ada kerja yg x ingin disiapkan. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setahun berlalu dan aku berada di tingkatan 4SC dngan Hazim n Aiman. Kau kelas 4SA. Bersama Zul n Faqar. Taufiq kelas 4SB. Kelas berjauhan, berlainan blok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada awal tahun kau mengajak kami semua utk try join pertandingan TEY. Pada mula nye semua kata, "Ok je. Kalau korang join aku ikut ah."&lt;br /&gt;Semua ok, tapi bl tiba hari 'audition' semua xnk masuk. Alasan masing2--&amp;gt;xleh stayback, malas laa, aku x reti BI laa, aku x prepare pe2 pwn dan macam2 lagi. Aku juga beri alasan bhw aku x prepare pe2. Hehehe. Tapi kau berjaya pujuk aku dan meminta aku ke cc skolah utk mencari bahan. Bapak laa tension nye waktu tu. Tapi ble dpt tahu result, terkejut gler yg kita dapat masuk. N aku rase bersyukur sesangat sbb kau pujuk aku utk masuk cuz waktu toyota tu aku sgt gembira. Kalau aku stress sama ada dgn hal keluarga atau isu yg berlaku dlm kelas, semua nye hilang waktu toyota. Aku meluahkan masalah aku kat kau. Kau backup aku. Aku rindu saat2 itu. Kita juga shopping sakan bila free(aku beli belt Playez n kau beli jeans Romp). Waktu ini aku mula menganggap kau sbg kawan baek dan aku gembira mengenali kau. Selepas TEY kita masuk khemah kerja Kelab Setia dengan Faqar. Time tu kita selalu bertiga. Ke surau, ke dewan, ke dewan makan dan macam2 lagi. Sangat happy waktu tu. Dan bertambah lagi seorang kawan baek buat ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S9Q_A5hrBwI/AAAAAAAAAeM/9gloZwK98xs/s1600/tey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S9Q_A5hrBwI/AAAAAAAAAeM/9gloZwK98xs/s320/tey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For those yg x taw about this picture, it is censored for viewers discretion. But I can assure u that the both of us are much more 'buff', k. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;=&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kem perdana kita byk dgn Hazim(malang nye Taufiq x dpt join). Selalu ikut rentak kita sendiri. Waktu mlm tengok pokok(nasib baek x nmpk pe2), waktu siang kita wat hal sendiri. Hahaha. Aku ingat lagi slpas 'Cooking With Nature' tu aku mengalami kes telur pecah. Bila aku cter kat korang semua igt mende laen. Haha. Padahal telur yg kita xnk masak dgn maggi kita korang suruh aku smpan, so aku smpan dlm poket n tanpa kusedari telur tu pecah. N baunya omg sgt lah busyuk. Lawak btol. Ada juga time tgh mandi, lori air bawak lari baju Hazim. Time kita tgh mandi kat blkng lori plak tu. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Aku masih ingat lagi result kimia aku masa form 4. Aku dpt 70.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S9Qj8rBC6GI/AAAAAAAAAdM/wPLsGhq2WFI/s1600/kita.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S9Qj8rBC6GI/AAAAAAAAAdM/wPLsGhq2WFI/s320/kita.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Easy maths plak. Hmmm. Aku ingat operation "thousand island" kita waktu tu. Aku, kau n kazen kau. Aku juga ingat yg katil yg kita tdur tu ada riben mengikatkan dua katil tu bersama. Kes phone aku kena curi ada gak(ingat dpt phone lama kakak aku rupa nye tidak).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa form 5 tambah lagi sorang kawan iaitu Imtinan. Aku, Taufiq, Aiman, Faqar, n Imtinan satu kelas. Hazim 5SH. Zul 5SB. Kau seperti biasa 5SA. Tapi tetap hangout sesama. Maen badminton kt skolah. Study time petang. Study kat library... pastu g mega sesama. Extra class g sesama... pastu g kuar mega sesama. Buka puasa sesama(ko tlg persuade mak aku, tq). &lt;br /&gt;Nk dekat spm kita stay kat sekolah pagi smpai mlm. Duduk dkt tmk nyanyi starry starry night time hujan. Makan roti beli kat 7E utk dinner. My dad kirim byk ayam KFC, x habis. My mum kirim 2 nasi goreng pattaya, kucing makan. Dgr bunyi pelik waktu mlm, rasa nmpk lembaga lalu, takut, panggil Faqar utk menemani kita study. Faqar dtg trus buat lawak x henti2. Hahaha...&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/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S9QhF5acPmI/AAAAAAAAAc8/2UGaO0_uWgY/s1600/Image052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S9QhF5acPmI/AAAAAAAAAc8/2UGaO0_uWgY/s320/Image052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku rindu saat2 itu. Rindu saat2 kita bersama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahulu aku menganggap korang sbg kawan/kawan baek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kini aku sedar korang adalah sahabat aku. Walaupun ada yg aku menganggap seperti darah dagih aku sendiri(aku xkn sebut siapa atau berapa ramai).&lt;br /&gt;Kau kata org myb cakap yg kita ni gay. Seperti kau juga, aku x kisah. Lantak diorang nk ckp kita ni cmne. Aku tetap x kisah. Yang penting aku sayang kau juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S9Q6hb0HsYI/AAAAAAAAAeE/OcPlRHOU2HY/s1600/l_78753493fdc949a8a9bd27c54237c06b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S9Q6hb0HsYI/AAAAAAAAAeE/OcPlRHOU2HY/s320/l_78753493fdc949a8a9bd27c54237c06b.jpg" /&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/51789289997954604-7788930918822267469?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/7788930918822267469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-5724312364163404650</id><published>2010-04-12T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T11:35:30.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Gorgeous</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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TAGHEUER MONACO V4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S8NkkqgT3wI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ZGvvcJ9UzBc/s1600/tag_v4_lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S8NkkqgT3wI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ZGvvcJ9UzBc/s400/tag_v4_lg.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Simply gorgeous &lt;/b&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/51789289997954604-5724312364163404650?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/5724312364163404650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=5724312364163404650' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-3414506241846930756</id><published>2010-04-02T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T07:10:27.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roses Are Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Roses are red,&lt;br /&gt;And violets are blue,&lt;br /&gt;But words can’t express, &lt;br /&gt;How much I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Do with it what you will,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be your paper,&lt;br /&gt;If you’ll be my quill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please carve your name,&lt;br /&gt;Across my heart,&lt;br /&gt;And tell me you’re mine,&lt;br /&gt;Like I was yours from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve said this before,&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll say it again,&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful stories,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever end.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div 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Red'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-5751576145546791066</id><published>2010-03-29T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T20:00:52.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Damned</title><content type='html'>&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="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;img border="0" height="171" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S7CQ4C_t72I/AAAAAAAAAbE/ElNzND2ezb0/s400/One_of_the_Worst_Error_Message_by_404therrormessage.png" width="400" /&gt;&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; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After the previous post I suddenly felt like I sounded like a guy with no future and no hope to be saved at all, doesn't it?&lt;/b&gt;&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="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/51789289997954604-5751576145546791066?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/5751576145546791066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=5751576145546791066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/5751576145546791066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/5751576145546791066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2010/03/well-it-figures.html' title='Be Damned'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S7CQ4C_t72I/AAAAAAAAAbE/ElNzND2ezb0/s72-c/One_of_the_Worst_Error_Message_by_404therrormessage.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-5797808645169840197</id><published>2010-03-29T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T02:00:01.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled =__=</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The things that make me happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; and the things that make me sad,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The words you never told me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;and the love I never had,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The things that I am missing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;and the things that I have found,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are the smiles you always give me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;and your voice is the sweetest sound.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;So believe me when I say...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I miss you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/51789289997954604-5797808645169840197?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/5797808645169840197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LEGIONS OF DEADLY CREATURES...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;INFINITE WAYS TO SAY...................................&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;HERE I RULE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6yLnLSd7AI/AAAAAAAAAa0/V4jPVE601Vw/s1600/EN_famous1_f0y98f3foo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-5120517002540746342</id><published>2010-03-23T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T06:20:00.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Travelling, Getting Lost and Asking For Directions</title><content type='html'>Seriously, the title is crappy but who cares. A title's a title. Nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks back my family decided to go to Terengganu. The reason-my mom wanted to buy some batik... And me, I had to go because of 2 reasons.&lt;br /&gt;1. They wouldn't entrust me with the safekeeping of the house. Yeah, my house may end up into a disco or something.&lt;br /&gt;2. Who else is going to carry all the loads if not me. Like duh, isn't that the use of having a son in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;I was not looking forward to our little trip as I would be missing my badminton classes on that very day. And I heard a very interesting comment from my sister's friend about Terengganu.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, it's a nice place to look for batik. And maybe some keropok lekor. But besides that, the place is dead."&lt;br /&gt;Wow... That really made my day...&lt;br /&gt;When we were there, we somehow got lost trying to find our way to our so-called resort. We kept coming back to the same old roundabout and exited the same old exit. I told my dad maybe we took the wrong exit or something. And that we should try another one. Noo. My dad insisted that it was the right direction. I mean like what's the use of going through the same route to the same place over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;But even we're lost, my parents would never ask for directions. I never know why(maybe it's because of their egos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Speaking of asking for directions, I remember this one joke that I always end up laughing to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One fine day, there's a man driving in search of his friend's house in a place he was unfamiliar with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He stopped and asked for directions from a local.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Drive straight ahead and turn left at the red house", the local said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So the man drive and drive for hours on end. But he never passed by a red house. So he turned back and started driving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And suddenly he stopped... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's not red...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's MAROON you idiot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/51789289997954604-5120517002540746342?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/5120517002540746342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=5120517002540746342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/5120517002540746342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/5120517002540746342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2010/03/travelling-getting-lost-and-asking-for.html' title='Travelling, Getting Lost and Asking For Directions'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-5592580908662237039</id><published>2010-02-02T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T09:05:58.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku Dengar Berita</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was watching the news at 8 o'clock n one of the newscaster reported sumthing that caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;newscaster : Mereka berdua berkepala&lt;b&gt; botak&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi yg musykil nye apabila polis memeriksa bagasi mereka, &lt;b&gt;12&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;botol penyembur rambut&lt;/b&gt; dijumpai.&lt;br /&gt;Polis membuka botol penyembur rambut tersebut dan memjumpai dadah jenis heroin seberat 6.3kg.&lt;br /&gt;me :Hahaha! Buat lawak jer. Nak seludup dadah pown pandai2 la ckit. Pergh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/51789289997954604-5592580908662237039?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/5592580908662237039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=5592580908662237039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/5592580908662237039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/5592580908662237039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2010/02/whats-on-news.html' title='Aku Dengar Berita'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-344311221471950454</id><published>2010-02-01T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T03:39:08.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far In My Insignificant Life</title><content type='html'>I cnt believe im saying this but I reallyreallyreally miss school life. High school life to b precise.&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I feel empty n lost every single day. Like some huge chunk of my life went missing. I realy miss school. I miss my frens n all the stuff dat we did 2gether. All the memories dat we shared. Either fun, happy, crazy, good, sad, depressed, bad, or even angry moments. I miss them all. &lt;br /&gt;When im happy, u were always thr 2 share my laughter n smiles.&lt;br /&gt;When im down, u were thr 2 pull me back up on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;When im sad, u were thr 2 cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;Wat i'll do without u... &lt;br /&gt;Some of u may kno dat I ALWAYS have a row wit my parents. esp my mom. Not that im saying it's not entirely my fault.&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, me n my mom had another go at it. N this time I admit, it was clearly my fault. N I am terribly sorry about it, mom...&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get the chance 2 say it 2 her face yet cuz she was definitely mad. Enraged more like it.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing her like dat made me regret my actions more n more. Seriously, it hurts 2 my hearts core. I shed tears of regret alone in my room. I felt the bitter taste of distress as I lie thr in gloom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/51789289997954604-344311221471950454?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/344311221471950454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=344311221471950454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/344311221471950454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/344311221471950454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-far-in-my-insignificant-life.html' title='So Far In My Insignificant Life'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-5947561523636428378</id><published>2010-01-04T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T05:08:17.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curi Tulang. *Sigh*</title><content type='html'>Current location rite now : Hi-tech computer store havin my computer class&lt;br /&gt;(well, supposed to).&lt;br /&gt;What the heck am I doin rite now&amp;nbsp;: on9-ing my myspace, neopets n updating my blog here(when I'm seriously supposed to scan this bloody computer&amp;nbsp;for the 3rd time). &lt;br /&gt;damn, so full of virus. x reti jaga comp ke? dh laa simpan movie x best. porn pown xde ke? &lt;br /&gt;wtf laa org nih.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously craving for : more games,&amp;nbsp;gud movies n myb some gud cuisine to fill my empty stomach. or myb juz a bed to lie on.&lt;br /&gt;n an air-con.&lt;br /&gt;n my teddy.&lt;br /&gt;not to mention my bantal busyuk.&lt;br /&gt;Currently experiencing : maximum level of boredom(ALERT!), n a bit of a wedgie here n thr. argh!&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/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S7CX6rjkZvI/AAAAAAAAAbM/ONI6uzO3DE4/s1600/Blah_by_raevenilonka.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S7CX6rjkZvI/AAAAAAAAAbM/ONI6uzO3DE4/s200/Blah_by_raevenilonka.jpg" width="189" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S7CX6rjkZvI/AAAAAAAAAbM/ONI6uzO3DE4/s72-c/Blah_by_raevenilonka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-8884967793750027133</id><published>2009-12-20T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T20:13:38.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll always b frens</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It all seemed so sudden&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When we met.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We clicked within an instant&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's so hard to forget.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now I'm no longer around you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I can't help feeling lost.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;There is no one to share my troubles and triumphs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've paid a heavy cost.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We'll meet again i promise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But i fear the words are hollow.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Right now my life without you &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It seems quite full of sorrow.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Where shall we meet again?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In thunder, lightning or in rain?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Such open question,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Such memories that help to keep me sane.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So now as I sit and reminisce&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Of all the good times we've had&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I realize, that whatever comes,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I knew you, I should be glad.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Suddenly I started missing each n everyone of my friends very damn much. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/51789289997954604-8884967793750027133?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/8884967793750027133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=8884967793750027133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/8884967793750027133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/8884967793750027133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2009/12/friends-4ever.html' title='We&apos;ll always b frens'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-9114747752090452272</id><published>2009-12-04T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:39:00.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Gonna Be Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time, is going by, so much faster than I, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;And I'm starting to regret not spending all of it with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; Now I'm, wondering why, I've kept this bottled inside, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; So I'm starting to regret not telling all of it to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; So if I haven't yet, I've gotta let you know..&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;(Chorus) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: orange;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; Never gonna be alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: orange;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; From this moment on, if you ever feel like letting go, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: orange;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; I won't let you fall... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: orange;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; Never gonna be alone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: orange;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; I'll hold you 'til the hurt is gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;And now, as long as I can, I'm holding on with both hands, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; 'Coz forever I believe that there's nothing I could need but you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; So if I haven't yet, I've gotta let you know... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;(Chorus) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; Never gonna be alone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; From this moment on, if you ever feel like letting go, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; I won't let you fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; When all hope is gone, I know that you can carry on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; We're gonna see the world out, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; I'll hold you 'til the hurt is gone. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;You've gotta live every single day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: purple;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt; Like it's the only one, what if tomorrow never comes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: purple;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt; Don't let it slip away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: purple;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt; Could be our only one, you know it's only just begun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: purple;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt; Every single day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: purple;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt; Maybe our only one, what if tomorrow never comes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: purple;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt; Tomorrow never comes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: purple;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Time, is going by, so much faster than I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #bf9000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt; And I'm starting to regret not telling all of this to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #bf9000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt; So if I haven't yet, I've gotta let you know... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;(Chorus) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #134f5c;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt; Never gonna be alone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #134f5c;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt; From this moment on, if you ever feel like letting go, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #134f5c;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt; I won't let you fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #134f5c;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt; When all hope is gone, I know that you can carry on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #134f5c;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt; We're gonna see the world out, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #134f5c;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt; I'll hold you 'til the hurt is gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #134f5c;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt; I'm gonna be there always,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;I won't be missing a word all day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #741b47;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt; I'm gonna be there always, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #741b47;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt; I won't be missing a word all day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Finally got my hands on Nickelback's new song, Never Gonna Be Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;2day I stay kat skolah dr pg smpai mlm ngan Afiq n Hani nak study Bio. Best gler. Stdy kat study room asrama perempuan. Dpt permission drp Cikgu Faridah. Me n Afiq juz dinner some food stuff beli kat 7Eleven cuz xde mood gler nk makan(tension). Byk gak laa dpt cover that night. Puas hati gak laa.&lt;br /&gt;Me n Afiq are soo gonna do this again 2gether. N myb we'd do something juz to add up 2 our memories.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, n we still got 3 pprs left until we finished our SPM...&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/51789289997954604-9114747752090452272?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/9114747752090452272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=9114747752090452272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/9114747752090452272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/9114747752090452272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2009/12/never-gonna-be-alone.html' title='Never Gonna Be Alone'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-6807089299437444571</id><published>2009-10-14T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T06:02:18.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laksa-Phobic</title><content type='html'>To everyone who doesn't know, I have a phobia of laksa.&lt;br /&gt;You may think that it's weird but it is true. Because,&lt;br /&gt;1. I can't stand the smell of it.&lt;br /&gt;2. I can't stand the sight of it. Especially the 'kuah'. So icky.&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't even dare to eat it. I'll vomit the whole day. &lt;br /&gt;Laksa makes me want to puke. Bleeurgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/51789289997954604-6807089299437444571?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/6807089299437444571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=6807089299437444571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/6807089299437444571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/6807089299437444571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2009/10/laksa-phobic.html' title='Laksa-Phobic'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-4686640386811913680</id><published>2009-10-10T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T02:14:21.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sizzling Dish.</title><content type='html'>Just a few days ago my sis came back from UIA. So, my mom decided to go and dine outside cuz it has been a while since the four of us got together n eat at a nice place. So my sis was driving n like always not that bad her driving. But not that good either. My dad gave her directions to the New Horizon restaurant(i think) near the kopitiam opposite of megamall. That's my first time thr n when I saw the exterior my first impression was, "Damn, this must be expensive".&lt;br /&gt;When we got inside I realized that most of the people eat thr to discuss about business n work stuff. Ok, so noisy the way they talked.&lt;br /&gt;I was like, *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Nvr mind them. They're just stupid, inconsiderate people. That's all".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we all ordered our desired dishes, the first thing that was served to us was this, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/StBLfRc2scI/AAAAAAAAAWs/TldVPQ-oOTg/s1600-h/DSC00378.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/StBLfRc2scI/AAAAAAAAAWs/TldVPQ-oOTg/s200/DSC00378.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &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="text-align: left;"&gt;Not something I was looking forward to...&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="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="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then, they came. One by one onto our table. Starting with the Prawn with Honey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/StBL1ILN_6I/AAAAAAAAAW8/2t47q2UKwX0/s1600-h/DSC00381.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/StBL1ILN_6I/AAAAAAAAAW8/2t47q2UKwX0/s200/DSC00381.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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;&amp;nbsp;Then came the Sizzling... Beef??? Or was it Lamb??? &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;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/StBLrGZzSYI/AAAAAAAAAW0/4J9ustm6PcI/s1600-h/DSC00379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/StBLrGZzSYI/AAAAAAAAAW0/4J9ustm6PcI/s200/DSC00379.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&amp;nbsp;The Red TomYam Soup. Supposed to be spicy but it wasn't. Hampeh. &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;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/StBL8_YmLkI/AAAAAAAAAXE/2amDx58MIbo/s1600-h/DSC00376.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/StBL8_YmLkI/AAAAAAAAAXE/2amDx58MIbo/s200/DSC00376.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinks(from left) : mineral water, ice-blended chocolate, n my coke float. The one with vanilla ice-cream on top.&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/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/StBMJQrCK_I/AAAAAAAAAXM/rwxF4IGk1Lg/s1600-h/DSC00375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/StBMJQrCK_I/AAAAAAAAAXM/rwxF4IGk1Lg/s200/DSC00375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna say that it was delicious especially the sizzling dish =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/StBMUYer0dI/AAAAAAAAAXU/oATB2EoksaA/s1600-h/DSC00373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/StBMUYer0dI/AAAAAAAAAXU/oATB2EoksaA/s320/DSC00373.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything licin except for the fish wateva dish. Its too big.&lt;br /&gt;And the tomyam soup also we didn't finish cuz dah kenyang(I had 3 servings of rice that night).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/51789289997954604-4686640386811913680?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/4686640386811913680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=4686640386811913680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/4686640386811913680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/4686640386811913680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2009/10/sizzling-dish.html' title='Sizzling Dish.'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/StBLfRc2scI/AAAAAAAAAWs/TldVPQ-oOTg/s72-c/DSC00378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-7652399948364521363</id><published>2009-09-26T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T07:45:53.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospitals ARE Fun</title><content type='html'>Just recently I spent most of my evenings at the Institut Jantung Negara(IJN) wit a whole bunch of my family n relatives. And I just realize that waiting at the hospital is fun if u kno wat 2 do.One thing, the lobby is a good place 2 play cards n hv a picnic or something like dat. We did play a few rounds of games n people were all gathering around us and taking sides on who's gonna win. And the toilet is definitely a good place 4 a photo or two.&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/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/Sr3_XUWAkbI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ujzmr3PF9Qs/s1600-h/Picture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/Sr3_XUWAkbI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ujzmr3PF9Qs/s320/Picture.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda fun taking pictures in the toilets like dat. And oooh time fly so fast n I dun even realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N thn thr is also the pic my cousin took near the waiting room. We took this pic very quickly when no one is looking cuz its quite stupid but hey, its still fun.&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/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/Sr4COoRzRkI/AAAAAAAAAWk/9CzTvjLUDoQ/s1600-h/Rotation+of+DSC03711+%281%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/Sr4COoRzRkI/AAAAAAAAAWk/9CzTvjLUDoQ/s400/Rotation+of+DSC03711+%281%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess wat room I was trying to enter here.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hahaha. Thrs actualy a lot more pictures from IJN but most of them are wit my cousin. Gotta transfer from him sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay then, g2g now. Papai =P&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/51789289997954604-7652399948364521363?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/7652399948364521363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=7652399948364521363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/7652399948364521363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/7652399948364521363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2009/09/hospitals-are-fun.html' title='Hospitals ARE Fun'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/Sr3_XUWAkbI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ujzmr3PF9Qs/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-1271795623291508003</id><published>2009-09-24T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T18:28:54.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Was Raya This Year?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #274e13; color: lime;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri Maaf Zahir Batin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #274e13; color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #274e13; color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, this year's raya was pretty much okay. Not that I'm complaining but It's juz not so raya-ish to me. Mainly cuz we didn't even went 2 visit my grandmother's grave n I didn't even get a chance 2 go beraya wit everyone especialy the Arians. Mainly cuz on the 2nd day of raya my family n I went to kl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #274e13; color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #274e13; color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Overall, I could say raya to me was a rating of 6/10. Or pretty much like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #38761d; 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; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SrwVk-rW0FI/AAAAAAAAAVM/lSe98sBEMEc/s1600-h/P9200083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SrwVk-rW0FI/AAAAAAAAAVM/lSe98sBEMEc/s320/P9200083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #274e13; color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;At atok's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #38761d; 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; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SrwW_nB5elI/AAAAAAAAAVU/-yanzCL2csU/s1600-h/P9200086.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SrwW_nB5elI/AAAAAAAAAVU/-yanzCL2csU/s320/P9200086.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me n my sis menyemak je kt bwh 2.&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/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SrwZx_b_43I/AAAAAAAAAVk/eOaSWnokcgU/s1600-h/P9200099.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SrwZx_b_43I/AAAAAAAAAVk/eOaSWnokcgU/s320/P9200099.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At my home sweet home.&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/51789289997954604-1271795623291508003?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/1271795623291508003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=1271795623291508003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/1271795623291508003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/1271795623291508003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-was-raya-this-year.html' title='How Was Raya This Year?'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SrwVk-rW0FI/AAAAAAAAAVM/lSe98sBEMEc/s72-c/P9200083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-4656338494972197717</id><published>2009-09-15T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T08:09:01.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear Me Now</title><content type='html'>Heya, it's been long since I've last posted. Been busy with stuff. And I just finished my trial which was damn hard especially the ppr 2s of chemistry, biology, n add maths. Actually sejarah was quite hard. But it's mainly my fault cuz I overslept n didn't study 4 it. Hahaha. Maths was stoopid cuz I lost my calculator n I borrowed one dat day, the 350 model. It sucks. It can't even factorise. N I bet most of my calculations r wrong cuz I dunno where 2 put all the brackets n stuff. Wat 2 do... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nw strght 2 the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat I was really trying to say here is bout my buka puase experience. This year was a bit special cuz on Wed during the hols, my class got biology extra class dat day. Right after class, we changed clothes n drove off to the library(trial dh dkt time tuh, kene study laa). After a few hours of focused studying(yeah right), we packed our books n stationeries(whr I 4got to pack my calculator n pencil, while Imti 4got his calculator n pencil case. Sedey gler an) n went off to our main destination, megamall. Well apparently I got permission to go berbuka at mega wit my frens when we were at the lib(lst minute tny). We decided to eat Pizza. Ok laa, pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At mega me, Taufiq n Imti went to parkson grnd cuz Taufiq said he wanted 2 look 4 baju raya. While looking at all the clothes there, I decided 2 take pics, but with the clothes at the shop. So the 3 of us went into the dressing room but after choosing a few nice clothes. It was so fun. Crazy fun. Imti was addicted to it. Wanting 2 go again n again. Can't blame him. It was seriously fun. We even took some pics wit teddy bears! Imti juz cant resist himself seeing all those teddies. Hahaha. Also took some wit others at the round sofa at the info counter. At 7pm we went upstairs to pizza hut n waited 4 berbuka. Once the food n drinks r served, I 4got dat I was fasting n i took a sip from the pepsi. Luckily I didnt swallow it yet n waited until Maghrib then I swallowed. Crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, here are some pics taken from dat JOYFUL day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/Sq-QzkKcr1I/AAAAAAAAAUc/7pPfuKZavA8/s1600-h/DSC00326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/Sq-QzkKcr1I/AAAAAAAAAUc/7pPfuKZavA8/s320/DSC00326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381679295286259538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We the Arian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/Sq-L2zvXhpI/AAAAAAAAATU/96FIro6lc8Q/s1600-h/DSC00246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/Sq-L2zvXhpI/AAAAAAAAATU/96FIro6lc8Q/s320/DSC00246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381673853449111186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Taufiq n Imti in our OWN clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/Sq-QyeY8CGI/AAAAAAAAAUE/8tL9y-EgRrg/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/Sq-QyeY8CGI/AAAAAAAAAUE/8tL9y-EgRrg/s320/Image023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381679276556552290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Control macho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/Sq-L3DLN0BI/AAAAAAAAATc/vsJB1Crrbi4/s1600-h/DSC00249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/Sq-L3DLN0BI/AAAAAAAAATc/vsJB1Crrbi4/s320/DSC00249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381673857592446994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wearing parkson's clohes. Hahaha, u can definitely see the HUGE price tag on my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/Sq-NIymNVgI/AAAAAAAAAT0/n0pLFkkF5LU/s1600-h/Penin2..o_O270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/Sq-NIymNVgI/AAAAAAAAAT0/n0pLFkkF5LU/s320/Penin2..o_O270.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381675261891532290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wearing sweaters .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/Sq-L4BzUTBI/AAAAAAAAATs/jbUEDiboges/s1600-h/Penin2..o_O291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/Sq-L4BzUTBI/AAAAAAAAATs/jbUEDiboges/s320/Penin2..o_O291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381673874403642386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting 4 berbuka. Still got time 2 hang out n take pics.&lt;br /&gt;(photo taken by Taufiq)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/Sq-NJYq8rsI/AAAAAAAAAT8/-uj34yBlrfo/s1600-h/Penin2..o_O282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/Sq-NJYq8rsI/AAAAAAAAAT8/-uj34yBlrfo/s320/Penin2..o_O282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381675272111959746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teddies Galore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/Sq-QzfFaKWI/AAAAAAAAAUU/70C2fTd68CE/s1600-h/Penin2..o_O281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/Sq-QzfFaKWI/AAAAAAAAAUU/70C2fTd68CE/s320/Penin2..o_O281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381679293922945378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More teddies!&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/51789289997954604-4656338494972197717?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/4656338494972197717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=4656338494972197717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/4656338494972197717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/4656338494972197717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2009/09/pizza-for-berbuka.html' title='Hear Me Now'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/Sq-QzkKcr1I/AAAAAAAAAUc/7pPfuKZavA8/s72-c/DSC00326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-1948120797738551400</id><published>2009-08-04T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T06:18:17.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding a place 2 play.</title><content type='html'>At 3.45 I kluar rumah jln kaki ke png5. Planned 2 play bdmntn wit zul, hazim n taufiq. Smpai kt png5, ktorang pun msk dgn aku muka yg selamba mcm skolah 2 bpk aku yg punye.&lt;br /&gt;Smpai dpn dewan ada abg &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;GIGANTIC&lt;/span&gt; sorang nih tgh kunci pintu dwn. Aku pun brtny :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Bang, dwn nih ada org guna ke?'&lt;br /&gt;Abg 2 jwb : Korang nk main bdmntn ye? Xblh la, ada org nk drill ceiling nk............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ktorang pun ada plan B. Iaitu main kt dwn yew hong. Zul yg xtau pe2 ikut je la. Jln punye jln smpai kt rumah owner dwn yew hong. Ktorang ckp kt rumah 2 la ktorang akn main. Ckp kt blakang rumah 2 ada dwn. Zul percaya. Bl nk byr 4 dwn 2. Makcik 2 ckp ada coach tgh guna. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;BOTH&lt;/span&gt; court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perasaan aku n hazim, WTF!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dgn muka sedih ktorang duk tepi dwn dgn bag bdmntn mnunggu ketibaan taufiq. Taufiq dtg. Ktorang picnic mkn duku langsat kat tepi dwn tuh. Cam org pelik. Buat picnic siott...&lt;br /&gt;So dgn hati yg hampa, kitorang blk ke png5 dgn memanjat pagar belakang nyer. Tgk2, dewan png5 kosong. Taik punye abg. Tipu kitorang. Mcm sial je kene tipu bodo. Dgn masa yg ada kami masuk dewan tuh, pasang net n main sepuas-puas nyer. Hazim main single ngan Taufiq smpai cam nk pengsan. Still xnk stop. Siott gler. Semangat kesukanan yg tinggi laa katakn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/51789289997954604-1948120797738551400?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/1948120797738551400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=1948120797738551400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/1948120797738551400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/1948120797738551400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2009/08/finding-place-2-play.html' title='Finding a place 2 play.'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-5569658880232568794</id><published>2009-05-29T09:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:02:37.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proton Open Final</title><content type='html'>So I went 2 the Proton Open Final in Kuantan recently. Held at SUKPA.  It was quite troublesome thinking how 2 get 2 the game n go back. We definitely had no trouble goin but we hd problems wit transport goin bck from the game. My dad working n alif's dad in kl. Then we just settled 2 be picked up at 10pm doesnt matter if the game did not end yet. So we went n we met Hazim in the VIP seats(we didnt hv 2 pay 4 tickets cuz Hazim is in the vip n he said that we're his cousins).&lt;br /&gt;So we watched the game 2gether. At 9pm or around dat, the game is far from finished. So I asked my dad if he can pick me up after work whch is at 11pm n he said ok. So we watched until the game ended at around 10.50pm. Quite a nice game especially the game between Fairuz-Zakry n TanFook-WanWah. Barang tua klh. Oh yeah, n that cCheah girl won the girls single but lose girls double 2nd division. B4 I we went bck we manage 2 take a pic wit Fairuz(Chong Wei dh lari awl2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, n my face came out in the news the other day for like 3 seconds when they aired bout the proton open finals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/51789289997954604-5569658880232568794?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/5569658880232568794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=5569658880232568794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/5569658880232568794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/5569658880232568794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2009/05/proton-open-final.html' title='Proton Open Final'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-6877737858343783871</id><published>2009-05-10T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:21:47.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Xde keje/exercise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/Sge0EERhbjI/AAAAAAAAARc/rpZT2kW0hK0/s1600-h/DSC00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/Sge0EERhbjI/AAAAAAAAARc/rpZT2kW0hK0/s320/DSC00001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334430265603354162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic ini diambil pd hari Jumaat brape hb aku x igt. But I remember yg hr tu cuti labour day or sumthin. Disebabkn cuti, kitorang berempat decide nk g tc naik basikal. Misi berjaya. Diambil time kritikal cuz nk kt pkul stu tgh hr n nk cepat g smbhyang jumaat(nasib baek sempat). Jln ceritanya agk pnjang n filled wit kejadian yg sgt lawak. Yg mnjadi guide nyer adalah aku. Yg lain xtau menahu jln nk ke tc yg paling senang n cepat. Lbh2 lg Hanif. Die lngsung xtau yg kitorang nk g tc. Taufiq ckp nk g round2 kt kwsn IM. Kesian Hanif. Halfway prjalanan br die tau kt nk g tc. Cerita selanjutnye aku mls nk type cuz nnt kelam-kabut. So ni jelah skang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/51789289997954604-6877737858343783871?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/6877737858343783871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=6877737858343783871' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/6877737858343783871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/6877737858343783871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2009/05/xde-kejeexercise.html' title='Xde keje/exercise'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/Sge0EERhbjI/AAAAAAAAARc/rpZT2kW0hK0/s72-c/DSC00001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-9023121593975065796</id><published>2009-05-01T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T04:58:34.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick n tired of bein sick n tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N66BdKF442g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N66BdKF442g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/51789289997954604-9023121593975065796?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/9023121593975065796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=9023121593975065796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/9023121593975065796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/9023121593975065796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-fat-babefunny-vid.html' title='Sick n tired of bein sick n tired'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-6988587172997426992</id><published>2009-04-29T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T05:57:31.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kasut 'Badi'? Huh?</title><content type='html'>Tersebut lah kisah antara kasut dan tuan punya kasut(iaitu aku). Kasut baru berwarna hitam dipakai sekolah setiap hari. Pada mulanya tiada apa2 yg berlaku. Namun selepas beberapa ketika, tuan punya kasut(aku) mula mengalami pelbagai jenis pelanggaran n kejatuhan n ke-'clumsy'-an yg melampau. Satu demi satu kejadian berlaku. Spt cnth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu hr aku n taufiq ke kelas 5S apa pun aku xtau ar. Nk kluar ikut pntu belakang, tanpa aku  menyedari, pintu belakang kelas tu terkunci. Aku menyangkakan pntu itu sekadar tertutup shj. In a split second die terlanggar pntu tuh dgn kuat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada pula satu hr nih tgh brckp ngan chewyee n aku tgh berjln n menghadap chewyee(smbil berborak). Juga tanpa disedari, bl paling ke blkng, terlanggar tiang head-first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada juga kejadian masa aku dgn taufiq. Masa physic pastu rehat n lps rehat bio. Dua2 masa kene g lab yg berada di tngkt yg sama. So, mereka bawa buku physic n bio skali. Aku ni plan nk anta buku bio kt lab bio pastu g physic. Tp bl smpai kat tngkat lab2 form 5, taufiq terus menuju ke lab physic. Aku yg plan nk g lab bio trnmpk taufiq ke lab physic n die mnghala ke arah yg taufiq tuju. Namun bgtu, kaki aku still brjalan ke arah lab bio. Maka terjatuh lah aku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada pulak satu masa ni aku tgh nk g public phne kat skolah ngan taufiq.Yg ada dlm poket aku ialah duit 50sen. Lantak lah. Aku blh call mak n abah aku skali trus. 50sen agak lama masa callnye, so aku yg sedang call main laa dgn wayar phone tu. Mula2 gurau buat cam tercekik la, pastu buat gedik skit pintal2 wayar phne tuh. Last2, lepas dah call tuh dh letak gagang telefon di tempatnye, aku mula brjalan n tercekik. Main punye main ngan wayar phne tuh, last2 x sedar wayar dh berbelit kat leher aku.&lt;br /&gt;Statement taufiq selepas kejadian itu, kalo ko mati kan, aku rasa aku bukan nangis tp tergelak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dua kes yg plg teruk akan mnjadi penutup post nih. So yg pertama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semasa aku, taufiq n ezmeer brjalan menuju ke kantin, terserempak ngan ckg(ckg mana xigt tp kenal la). Berborak jap ngan ckg. Bila pusing jer trus terlanggar tiang senget dekat pintu kantin. Tepat kena dada. Sakit siot. Taufiq n ezmeer bukannye simpati tp gelak smpai tercangkung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kedua. Nk pg kantin lalu kat board primer(rumah sukan). Primer Satria menag first n Wira second. Aku saja mengutuk taufiq ckp dia patut bangga yg makanan die dpt no satu. Nk lepas tiang senget yg pernah aku langgar. Aku mengelak ke tepi tapi x cukup. Tb2 kpala aku terhentak kat tiang tuh. Lepas terhentak, badan aku mcm 'shut down'. Kaki aku tb2 x bergerak n aku jatuh ke atas lutut aku. Lepas melutut tuh Aku boleh bgn n berjalan. Kelihatan ezmeer tgh tergelak n taufiq pulak blur n frust cuz die terlepas apa yg berlaku. Ezmeer tergelak smapi lah habis mkn kat kantin n smpai naik ke kelas pun die x henti lg gelak kn aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion yg taufiq beri:&lt;br /&gt;Kasut yg aku pakai tu ada badi. Lbh baik kalo aku tukar kasut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So aku pun tukar la kasut n 'pnjam' kasut abah aku. Kasut leather. Aku pakai kasut tuh so far x ada kemalangan n kecederaan lg yg berlaku. So, kasut 2 betul2 'badi' ke???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/51789289997954604-6988587172997426992?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/6988587172997426992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=6988587172997426992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/6988587172997426992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/6988587172997426992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2009/04/kasut-badi-huh.html' title='Kasut &apos;Badi&apos;? Huh?'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-4889119580553517220</id><published>2009-03-20T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T06:51:40.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soda water halau anjing</title><content type='html'>Aku n Taufiq baru blk dr main basketball. Taufiq beli air kat 7/11. Dia nk try air F&amp;amp;N baru, soda water or sumthing. So he bought it for me. Aku minum dulu. Pahit giler. Taufiq pun try la skit. Dia pun cakap pahit. Pastu die terus blk umah. Leaving the bitter soda water with me. Sebelum blk, dia sempat lagi suruh aku habiskan air tu n jgn membazir cuz membazir 2 amalan syaitan. Tut tut nyer Taufiq...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So aku jln la balik dr 7/11 smbil memegang air soda water 2. Otw nk blk, aku lalu jln depan umah Alif cuz aku malas nk naik bukit. Baru menjejak kaki kt depan surau ada pulak anjing beberapa ekor nih kat tanah kosong sebelah umah Alif. Lazy as I am, I still x nk naik bukit. So, dgn bersenjatakan air soda yg pahit 2, aku jalan jer menghala ke arah anjing2 tuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One dog suddenly start kejar aku. Sudden reaction aku, baling air kat anjing tuh. N I mean the air dlm tin 2, bukan the whole tin. Kira macam simbah air soda water 2 la. Surprisingly, anjing 2 stop. Aku simbah lg air n anjing tuh terus lari. Hehehe... Anjing tu dah lari, so apa lagi aku kejar la anjing tuh sambil simbah air soda. Kejar punya kejar, anjing tuh lari sampai masuk longkang. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Aku sgt baik kan. Halau anjing tuh so that anjing tu x kacau org lain. Sigh. Aku sgt baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi yg peliknya, anjing tuh lari cuz disimbah air. Ntah2 air 2 beracun kot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/51789289997954604-4889119580553517220?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/4889119580553517220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=4889119580553517220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/4889119580553517220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/4889119580553517220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2009/03/soda-water-halau-anjing.html' title='Soda water halau anjing'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-2916721513660085960</id><published>2009-03-05T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:35:59.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early of March 2009</title><content type='html'>Monday, 2/3/09&lt;br /&gt;Assembly. Form 5 x turun. So, from 7.30 to 8 sumthing, Pn Lau masuk. Class B joined our class. At the back, thr's Aiman, me, Zul n Izzat. Belajar chpter 3, integration. Suddenly I felt a chill breeze at my thighs. N when I looked dwn, my zipper is open WIDE. I tried to zip it close but it wont. Its broken. So I have to tuckout my shirt until end of school. N along the way, a lot of tcers n prefects commented on my untucked shirt. Embarrased, I told them n almost the whole of form 5 boys know about my broken zipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 4/3/09&lt;br /&gt;Start having fever. Body aches, influenza, coughs n headache. But its not bad, I can still go to school. Time chemistry, doing experiment cuz after that we're going to watch smart play softball. While the tcer gv a briefing on the experiment, I sneezed so hard that my head catapults forward n hits the desk, hard.&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon, play badminton at school eventhough I hv fever. I was wearing my PBSM pants n while playing, I noticed a hole in my pants. Probably of me chasing the shuttlecock. So I had to change n borrowed Hazim's pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 6/3/09&lt;br /&gt;Bad fever. Didnt come to school. In the afternoon, I noticed that my simptoms are almost the same as the simptoms for the Chikugunya disease. Headache, body ache n fever. Only body rash is missing. But so far until  now I still dont hv any body rashes n my fever starting to go away. But my mom probably gor infected. Just need to do blood test for comfirmation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/51789289997954604-2916721513660085960?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/2916721513660085960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=2916721513660085960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/2916721513660085960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/2916721513660085960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2009/03/early-of-march-2009.html' title='Early of March 2009'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-8040265035455197804</id><published>2009-02-26T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T06:06:23.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kepelikan-ku Terserlah</title><content type='html'>Hari apa, aku pun x igt dh. Tp time addmath. So, Ezmeer n I 'hangout' kat koridor depan B class menunggu Pn Lau. B class xde org. Ezmeer menyorok kt pintu kelas B takut Pn Lau nmpk n aku brdiri kat dinding koridor. Tiba2 aku trnmpak Ms Kong. I jumped from the corridor wall into class B saying, "Ms Kong dtg.", (dgn intonasi yg menggelabah). Ezmeer pun terkejut nmpak aku menggelabah, dia pun start menyorok. Apbila smpai kt dlm kelas B aku tersedar n aku ckp, "Eh, Ms Kong bukan Pn Lau."&lt;br /&gt;"Bodoh la kamu", kata Ezmeer.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari selepas kejadian diatas. Hari 2 hujan. Aku, Taufiq n Ezmeer kt koop. Ezmeer duk kt luar. Aku n Taufiq tgh beli sumthing. Taufiq kluar, Taufiq trus g main hujan. Aku kluar slps Taufiq. Nmpk Taufiq main hujan, aku pun nk join la. Aku g ikut Taufiq smbil ckp, "yay, hujan."Br je kene hujan skit aku ckp, "eh, xnk ar, basah."&lt;br /&gt;"Nama pun hujan mesti la basah", kata Ezmeer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/51789289997954604-8040265035455197804?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/8040265035455197804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=8040265035455197804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/8040265035455197804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/8040265035455197804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2009/02/kepelikan-ku-terserlah.html' title='Kepelikan-ku Terserlah'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-1221062919954374671</id><published>2009-02-07T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T19:35:09.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satu hari yg sgt pnjang...</title><content type='html'>Jumaat, 6Feb2009.&lt;br /&gt;Hari plg pnjang yg aku igt.&lt;br /&gt;Mcm mana aku pun xtau. Aku mati-matian igt alif n aku akn pergi lbrary lps skolah n sembahyang Jumaat kt masjid negeri. Pastu g 2sen. So pg 2 aku tnya alif, "Lps nih aku blk ngan ko kan?"&lt;br /&gt;Alif pun jwb,"Ya." So jwpn alif lg mengukuhkan sngkaan aku yg aku n alif akn g lbrary. Aku pun dh siap bwk baju untk tukar n roti yg sgt byk 4 lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Time blk aku mncari alif, dh smpai pagar depan tp alif tiada kelihatan. Muncul seseorang memberi harapan, hazim. Hazim rapat ngan alif so mesti tau alif kat mana. So aku tny hazim, "ko tau x alif kat mana?"&lt;br /&gt;Hazim pun jawab,"alif blk guna pintu blakang hari nih."&lt;br /&gt;lps 2 aku bergegas ke pintu blakang nk jumpa alif. dh smpai kt pintu blakang, aku jumpa alif kat tepi pokok. Keta ayah alif dh kelihatan, bary smpai. aku pun tepuk bahu alif. Alif terkejut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Terkejut aku. Ko buat apa kt sini?", alif bertny.&lt;br /&gt;"Bukan ko kt aku blk ngan ko ke?", aku mnjawab.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeke?" alif brkata smbil membuka pintu keta alphard ayahnye. aku pun ikut alif ke dlm.&lt;br /&gt;dlm keta alif tny,"so aku anta ko blk la?"&lt;br /&gt;aku pelik. Anta blk? bukan nk g lbrary ke?&lt;br /&gt;"bkn kita nk g lbrary ke? pastu g 2sen.", aku tny.&lt;br /&gt;"eh, eh. xkn nk g lbrary terus. Nk amik adik aku lg. anta die blk lg. aku ckp g lbrary lps smbhyang jumaat. aisey. cmne ko blh silap dgr nih." Alif explain smbil menahan gelak.&lt;br /&gt;"yeke? cmne aku blh igt nk g lbrary terus dr skolah?"&lt;br /&gt;"lps nih nk amik adik aku kt mgs. nasib baek ko jmpa aku. kalo ko lewat skit, aku cnfirm dh blk dh. ko ada bwk phone?"&lt;br /&gt;"bwk.", aku jawab.&lt;br /&gt;"nasib gler aku x blk lg td. nnt kang lps smbhyang aku call nk amik ko nnt, aku srh ko get ready cuz aku nk amik ko. pstu ko jwb, dh lama ready, ko kat mn nih? aku tgh kat skolah nih.", alif pun tergelak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kitorang pun smpai kt mgs. aku n alif turun keta nk cr adik alif. time tunggu kt pagar skolah, ada mamat india(myb pekerja kt skolah 2 kot) tny aku,"ni tunggu siapa nih?"&lt;br /&gt;"tunggu adik." aku jwb. lps india 2 blah, aku pndang alif n tergelak. aku x tipu. aku mmg tunggu adik tp bukan adik aku.&lt;br /&gt;jumpa pun kedua-dua adik alif. pastu adik alif yg bongsu 2(x igt nama die) tny alif yg aku nih siapa.&lt;br /&gt;alif ckp nih hakim.&lt;br /&gt;die nmpk laen lah.&lt;br /&gt;2 sbb dia pakai songkok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fast-forward smpai lah masa aku n alif nk anta adik alif yg second ke 2sen.&lt;br /&gt;adik alif dh turun keta n masuk ke tempat 2sen. pastu ayah alif sedar ada beg hijau kat seat depan(tmpat adik alif duduk). alif tgk beg 2 n alif ckp 2 beg 2sen adik die. ayah alif srh alif anta kt adik die n alif turun. 5minit slpas itu alif kuar dr tmpt 2sen adiknye n masuk ke dlm keta. alif cter yg beg 2 bukan beg 2sen adik die. tp xkan alif nk masuk n kuar blk mcm org bodo je. so die srh adik die pegang. pastu aku cter pasal ada nombor yg aku amik yg ada kt dewan yew hong. kitorang pd mulanya igt nombor 2 guna utk book dewan. aku cter kat alif yg aku call nombor tu td.&lt;br /&gt;conversation aku n org yg x dikenali 2 mcm nih.&lt;br /&gt;aku : helo, nih nombor nk book dewan kah?&lt;br /&gt;??? : eh, eh. Tak. saya nih org jual raket jer, bukan org dewan.&lt;br /&gt;aku(???) : huh? yeke? erm, tau x nombor utk dewan yew hong, indera mahkota?&lt;br /&gt;??? : dewan yew hong? err, tak tau la saya.&lt;br /&gt;aku : oh, tak pe ar. terima kasih ye.&lt;br /&gt;??? : ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so aku n alif salahkn ada dua pkcik yg hari 2 kata nmbor yg aku amik tuh nmbor utk book dewan. stupid punye org.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smpai kt lbrary aku n alif brjumpa ngan syahrul n mimi. kitorang duduk kat meja sblah diorang. kebetulan alif n syahrul tgh buat keje physics yg sama. beberapa lama kemudian aku n alif boring so kitorang main game dlm hp kitorang. tiba2 aku nmpk alif bukak keje physics die n tulis jwpn tnpa mmbaca soalan. pandangan aku pun beralih ke arah syahrul n mimi. diroang tgh bincang pasl physics n suara diorang agk kuat. conclusion yg aku dpt, alif trdengar jwpn drpd syahrul. tutut nyer alif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dh pkul 4 n kitorang nk g jumpa ayah alif n prgi 2sen. so kitorang kluar lbrary n nk tembus kat surau blakng 2, kitorang nmpk ada pagar wrna hitam mcm yg biasa kitorang gun utk kluar.&lt;br /&gt;"pagar 2 tutup ke bukak?", alif tny.&lt;br /&gt;"nmpak cm tutup je.", aku jwb.&lt;br /&gt;so kitorang lalu ikut jln biasa nk smpai ke pagar kluar. halfway jln alif ckp ko ni biar btul, rasa mcm pagar td je.&lt;br /&gt;n lps 2 dpt tau mmg ye apa yg alif rasakn. mmg pagar sama n pagar 2 terbukak. so, selama ni kitorang ikut jln jauh nk ke pagar keluar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastu kitorang gi 2sen. blablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablabla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dh lps pkul 6pm n aku, alif, ayah alif n adik alif ada dlm keta. otw nk blk. alif tny adiknye ada x ckgu 2sen die ckp apa2 psl alif.&lt;br /&gt;adik alif ckp yg ckg ckgu 2sen die ckp alif pendek. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;so throughout prjalanan nk blk, aku n alif berborak la mcm2 smpai aku pun x igt apa kitorang borakkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, smpai ni je lah apa aku yg nk post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/51789289997954604-1221062919954374671?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/1221062919954374671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=1221062919954374671' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/1221062919954374671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/1221062919954374671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2009/02/satu-hari-yg-sgt-pnjang.html' title='Satu hari yg sgt pnjang...'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-6512176244844320078</id><published>2009-01-29T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T02:39:21.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project T-Shirt</title><content type='html'>Just nk ckp yg project t-shirt(4 Palestin) 2 akn dilaksanakn juga. YEAAA!! Design kitorang decide nk buat byk la, so org blh pilih. Size pun pilihan diorang. Myb akn brlangsung dlm this few week la kot. Price myb RM25.00 for one t-shirt. Kitorang amik harga lbh skit cuz most of the money akn disalurkn kpd rakyat Palestin yg sedang menderita. Jika nk tlg, blh. Kasi aku idea nk buat design t-shirt cmner. Aku xde idea.&lt;br /&gt;Official team members(x psti lg) :&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;Aliff&lt;br /&gt;Afiq&lt;br /&gt;Hazim&lt;br /&gt;Taufiq&lt;br /&gt;Syamimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afiq n Taufiq xtau lg cmner. Nk join ke u guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cmner nk jual kitorang igt myb nk edarkn papers 2 all classes. Frontpg ada design baju wit price n other particulars. Back ada trsedia borang utk org yg berminat nk beli. State name, design n size. Budak akn bayar wang pendahuluan n bayaran selebihnye akn dibuat setelah baju siap dihantar kpd pembeli kat sc. So modal xkan dikeluarkn oleh kami. untung... Nk amik ke?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/51789289997954604-6512176244844320078?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/6512176244844320078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=6512176244844320078' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/6512176244844320078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/6512176244844320078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2009/01/project-t-shirt.html' title='Project T-Shirt'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-6627891544169773967</id><published>2009-01-28T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T04:56:58.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycle to TC in 2 hours</title><content type='html'>finally I made it to n fro from my house(no11, lrg IM5/14, Indera Mahkota 5, 25200, Kuantan) to Teluk Chempedak(TC). The journay took me around 2 hours including beverages, time-outs, jams, minor accidents n me getting lost. Went thru a lot of places going thr including ECM, Mega, SMART, Eng Hong, IKIP, MRSM, Tok Sira n the golf club. Started my ride at around 4.50, went thru all the normal places whn going 2 Mega/ECM. Went pass Vistana Hotel n went right at the petrol station. Pass by SMART n towards IKIP. Fell off my bike near MRSM on the rocky roadside n bruised my right leg. Got lost at Tok Sira searching  for a shortcut to TC. Took me around 5 minutes to find my way out. Continued until reached TC at 5.50-5.55 . Blablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablabla.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around 6.45-6.50 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/51789289997954604-6627891544169773967?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/6627891544169773967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=6627891544169773967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/6627891544169773967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/6627891544169773967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2009/01/cycle-to-tc-in-2-hours.html' title='Cycle to TC in 2 hours'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-5687866628451972796</id><published>2009-01-17T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T02:59:50.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday School</title><content type='html'>Saturday, 17th January 2009.&lt;br /&gt;7.30am, school starts.&lt;br /&gt;It all strted when Taufiq, Ezmeer n I went 2 look 4 Datin Ezi at the office. She's not thr. On our way out, I pushed the office door. It won't budge. I looked up 2 see if it was locked. It's not. So my gaze went dwn n I saw the sign: TARIK. D*mn.&lt;br /&gt;Nxt, the dewan. I was putting my head at the window trying 2 look 4 Dtn Ezi. Then Taufiq 'slipped' n knocked the window making it shake. It made my head vibrate.&lt;br /&gt;Then I walked sideways towards the office, I forgot that thrs a drain thr n I ALMOST fell into it. Luckily I grabbed the door n managed 2 pull myself away from the drain.&lt;br /&gt;Later at dewan mkn aspura. My foot accidentally stepped into a small drain.&lt;br /&gt;Me n Taufiq forgot 2 take our Smart planner n its in our bag at the sulop. So we walked away from the dewan makan. While walking, thrs a tiang in frnt of me so I evade 2 the right n then my foot fell into a drain n I almost tripped myself.&lt;br /&gt;Me n Taufiq rushed towards the sulop cuz sum tcers tgh meronda looking 4 plajar yg ponteng. We grabbed our planner n rushed back. while running I tripped over a hole near the sulop at the padang.&lt;br /&gt;while doing the 'headcount', my 'headcount' ppr fell down a drain. N its kinda wet. Kelam-kabut looking 4 a calculator 2 borrow from 2 clculate lots of  stuff 4 the headcount.&lt;br /&gt;I almost slipped over a stupid rock.&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that MY OWN calculator was in my pocket all this while.&lt;br /&gt;I almost fell dwn bumping into sumone.&lt;br /&gt;Time blk, I stepped into a drain again bumping into Nick.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion, I will not come 2 another saturday sc UNLESS my parents force me 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/51789289997954604-5687866628451972796?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/5687866628451972796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=5687866628451972796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/5687866628451972796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/5687866628451972796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2009/01/stupid-saturday-school.html' title='Saturday School'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-8138715884450787303</id><published>2009-01-13T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T06:56:02.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sj nk brkata-kata</title><content type='html'>Actually dh dpt lama tp br skang nk post psl nih. The thing is, aku dpt phne br. Huhuhu. Phne agk lawa dn hrga nye pun lawa gak la. Dn aku surprise gler cuz bpk aku snggup belikan aku phne 2. Sgt terharu T_T&lt;br /&gt;Model phne 2 Sony Ericsson K770i. Dgelar Si Oren cuz colour die oren(nmpk jelas, xde nk hilang). Phne lama aku xtau ke mana dh skang. Hrp masih ok... Nmbr x byk dlm phne br cuz aku x hafal nmbr org. Heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SWyrCEuZa5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/muRo8U6YDO0/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SWyrCEuZa5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/muRo8U6YDO0/s320/DSC00024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290791714369923986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Testing camera phne br. Huhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SWyrCVwpGoI/AAAAAAAAANY/4J-3EWp4rLo/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SWyrCVwpGoI/AAAAAAAAANY/4J-3EWp4rLo/s320/DSC00014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290791718942743170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cak!&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/51789289997954604-8138715884450787303?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/8138715884450787303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=8138715884450787303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/8138715884450787303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/8138715884450787303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2009/01/sj-nk-brkata-kata.html' title='Sj nk brkata-kata'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SWyrCEuZa5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/muRo8U6YDO0/s72-c/DSC00024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-4759443643785869676</id><published>2009-01-13T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T02:44:46.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So far kt 5SC</title><content type='html'>First week sprt biasa ada diagnostic test. Dh nama pun diagnostic test, aku n taufiq buat la main2. Jwpn plg best adalh utk soalan sound machine. soalannya: If u r a doctor, would you go n see Klausner when he called?&lt;br /&gt;Sbb dlm petikan, klausner call doctor 2 time awal pg. So jwpn aku: No, cuz I dun like being disturb especially at night n I value my beauty sleep. Test bm x prlu tny la cmner...&lt;br /&gt;N aku dpt tau bhw maskot kembara kalo buat Red Bull, cnfirm blh menang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Hari Isnin mnggu ke-2 start sekolah seperti biasa tp time aku smpai trus kene msk dewan utk prhimpunan(aku smpai lmbt skit ari tu). Time pengawas srh duduk aku merana cuz my butt still sakit sbb main bdmntn. Apa lg, dh skt cnfirm x dgr apa ckg ckp kt depan. Time pj, form 5 laki yg seramai around 20 org lwn bdk junior seramai brape puluh org. Main kt pdng kecik. Sbb pdg penuh ngan bdk junior, ada bdk form 5 malas main. So kami brlapan(rasanye la lapan) g lepak kt depan gol main timbang bola(bola ada dua). Pastu ada la bdk junior tny mana satu goalkeeper, jwpn kami senang, kalo ada sorang yg pegang bola, time 2 die la goalkeeper. Time lain myb org lain. Pndai2 la sndiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Hr ini hr Selasa. Taufiq's a bit gila in class 2day. Hahaha. Masa bm fawwaz n ezmeer buat pmbentangan psl pantun lapan kerat. Ckg tny kesimpulan pantun 2, jwpn nye adlh pantun 2 ada lapan kerat. Time english ngan Miss Y, satu kelas dpt handout ada byk soalan n tcer srh buat psl Mahatma Gandhi n McD. Tp aku buat psl Superman dlu. Alasan, cuz its superman. Dh siap psl superman br lah buat psl Gandhi. Time buat jmpa mksud prkataan mahatma iaitu great soul. Taufiq pun guna lah utk mgutuk ezmeer. Gandhi pula afraid of god, siapa tuhan org India, lembu... Dh siap psl Gandhi, tcer nk mark paper. Aku n taufiq berborak spt biasa. Taufiq tny apa mksud social reformer. mksudnya rformer yg so sial. N taufiq owe me rm12. Pastu taufiq start mngutuk seseorang. Aku pun tergelak x henti2. N kene lecture ngan tcer. Aisey, awal2 lg dh kene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* sj xde keje*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakak taufiq, taufiq, adik taufiq is an AP. Find a and d.&lt;br /&gt;a=kakak taufiq&lt;br /&gt;d=bukan commom difference tp common father's name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ini perkara benar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/51789289997954604-4759443643785869676?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/4759443643785869676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=4759443643785869676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/4759443643785869676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/4759443643785869676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-far-kt-5sc.html' title='So far kt 5SC'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-7319470521488021324</id><published>2008-12-06T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T05:26:41.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths camp, X n 'toyol'... n TC</title><content type='html'>Huaaaa.... Just got bck from the easy maths camp. I miss my computer. *muah*&lt;br /&gt;ok, serious.&lt;br /&gt;camp 2 ok la. The faci, Ckgu Azhari ajr ada topik yg 'small the pieces' n bapak pun ye senang. But die suka sgt buat lwk yg kesiannye x mnjadi. No offense, bkn nk mngutuk, tp dh TERkutuk. Sory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skang psl X.&lt;br /&gt;kt camp, he's much better. Seriously, much, much better. N die sgt jarang lpk ngan grup aku. Die lpk dgn grup laen. huhuhu. 'Operation Island'(operasi memelaukn seseorang) happened tnpa kt prlu berbuat apa2. hahaha. N guess wat, kt jumpa satu characteristic baek about X. Die x tnggl solat. N guess wat, so far 2 jer yg kt jumpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N now pasal 'toyol'.&lt;br /&gt;Toyol d ats x brmaksud nk mngutuk alif walupun die satu blk ngan aku. Toyol nih pun bkn psl toyol hantu 2 ataupun lagu allayarham sudirman yg brtajuk toyol. Toyol nih merujuk kpd seseorang 'nigga' yg sgt *tutututututututut* yg g merayau time mlm kt cmp dn mncuri. Mcm toyol. Aku skang sudah hilang hp aku krn prbuatan toyol nigga trsebut. eku memanggil nye nigga sbb aku ada nmpk muka die time mlm swktu die mncuri hp aku. Time 2 mlm, so muka die nmpk hitam. sbb 2 aku pnggl die nigga. aku x brbuat apa2 cuz time 2 br nk TRY tido so I'm late 2 get 2 my senses. lgpun toyol 2 lari cam pelesit. maklumla, aku dh bgn. takut la kn. dlm kes nih dsebabkn nyamuk yg mengacau aku ntuk tido buatkn aku trsedar toyol 2 sdg ada dlm dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion nye, hp aku hilang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;N dsebabkn kes toyol nih, kitorang pun psng la padlock n capix yg memegng kuncinye... idea yg sgt bernas, sehingga lah satu hr...&lt;br /&gt;ptg ada time free, dr 4.30pm smpai 9.00 mlm. so satu dorm plan nk kluar. aku n afiq nk pg bl food n the rest pg 'cc'. so kitorang pun brtolak. beberapa jm slepas itu, aku n afiq pun pulang ke dorm n kami mndapati yg dorm kami dikunci n kunci nye pd capix... Capix d mana? capix d 'cc'. so paham2 la apa kitorang buat slepas itu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kn sdh dikata time ptg byk masa free, so ada la stu hr ni aku n afiq bertolak ke tc utk tenangkn fikiran yg serabut n penuh ngan hal2 a.math.&lt;br /&gt;*fast forward*&lt;br /&gt;dh smpai kt tc kitorang g mkn cuz afiq sgt lpr. km pun duduk mkn n norak kosong(spt biasa). pastu kitorang jln smpai ke 'tongkang pecah'. apa lg, kitorang pun strip n g mandi. bukan mandi actually, more like berendam n main ombak. lps mandi kitorang pun pack brg n g jln2. pastu kitoranf g bl gelang d kiosk tp jln tuh. N aku msk tndas tc 4 the first time. Satu je nk comment psl tndas 2. pintu xleh tinggi kn lg ke!? pintu die *tut2* gler rendah mcm paras bahu. x selesa lgsung nk handle kes samada yg beasr ataupun yg kecik. time blk kitorang jln kaki d bwh sinan rembulan... Bl dipikirkn blk, tujuan kami ke cmp 2 utk blajar n time free yg sepatutnye kitorang study, kt pulak mnghabiskn masa d tc. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/51789289997954604-7319470521488021324?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/7319470521488021324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=7319470521488021324' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/7319470521488021324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/7319470521488021324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2008/12/maths-camp-x-n-toyol.html' title='Maths camp, X n &apos;toyol&apos;... n TC'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-7152571990849616611</id><published>2008-11-24T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:53:00.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get ready for Easy Maths</title><content type='html'>Its been long since I posted. Been busy wit all the kenduri n all the stuffs. Day before yesterday, I got a call from Afiq n we talked about ways 2 get rid of X if he bothers us during Easy Maths. All ways written can be used during almost all situtations if he invites one of us 2 join him in sumthing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;If he invites us let's say 2 eat, we can always say we're not hungry. Or if he wants 2 take a bath, we're not smelly. Say it even if u are. Just remember that willpower is much stronger than hunger n body odour(willpower? or is it hate?).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Same situations as above, another way is to say that we'll go n ask another friend 2 join us. After that, dun come bck. Or u can say that u n ur friend got sumthing 2 do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If both didnt work, we can always use plan C. The most diabolical n mean plan among all three. Just act like his a pest n say that u dun want 2. If he keeps bothering us again, we'll say it to his face 2 go 2 *tuut*(WARNING. Parental discresion needed).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I dun want 2 say anymore eventhough there's a lot more ways 2 get rid of X. My head's spinning n I got 2 go out rite now.&lt;br /&gt;Ideas courtesy of Serenade X, Sakkara, n Arif&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/51789289997954604-7152571990849616611?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/7152571990849616611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=7152571990849616611' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/7152571990849616611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/7152571990849616611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2008/11/get-ready-for-easy-maths.html' title='Get ready for Easy Maths'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-8957438809992034333</id><published>2008-11-22T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T17:56:21.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!! Its crazy!</title><content type='html'>Just came bck from my class party at TC. It was so damn crazy. Nw my skin's getting darker cuz of the sunburns.&lt;br /&gt;Some pics I took from the party :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSf3k0nh-tI/AAAAAAAAALE/xDeuB2lE3Jo/s1600-h/PB210196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSf3k0nh-tI/AAAAAAAAALE/xDeuB2lE3Jo/s320/PB210196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271454100832254674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Setting up the grill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSf3ldXkz-I/AAAAAAAAALM/XqH1cThyXBo/s1600-h/PB210199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSf3ldXkz-I/AAAAAAAAALM/XqH1cThyXBo/s320/PB210199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271454111771185122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yea, it's done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSf3lm5ve2I/AAAAAAAAALU/UQ1kCXB5J0g/s1600-h/PB220205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSf3lm5ve2I/AAAAAAAAALU/UQ1kCXB5J0g/s320/PB220205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271454114330409826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Around 12 o'clock. 5th attempt utk dptkn bara arang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSf3l34YZVI/AAAAAAAAALc/-KkfnYN5TTQ/s1600-h/PB220218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSf3l34YZVI/AAAAAAAAALc/-KkfnYN5TTQ/s320/PB220218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271454118888105298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At 2pm. 10th attempt utk dptkn bara arang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSf7GOpq2wI/AAAAAAAAAMU/x0O1HBCSyuE/s1600-h/PB220221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSf7GOpq2wI/AAAAAAAAAMU/x0O1HBCSyuE/s320/PB220221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271457973291113218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, I gv up. Let's hit the water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSf7GKnqHxI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BiWfMTjrd1U/s1600-h/PB220233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSf7GKnqHxI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BiWfMTjrd1U/s320/PB220233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271457972208934674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess who's ass am I kickin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSf7GY1u37I/AAAAAAAAAMk/FtX9Y507-5I/s1600-h/PB220244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSf7GY1u37I/AAAAAAAAAMk/FtX9Y507-5I/s320/PB220244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271457976026062770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At 4.20pm sharp. At last dpt gak bakar ayam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSf7GVYwYFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/nqH9lswH4VE/s1600-h/PB220273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSf7GVYwYFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/nqH9lswH4VE/s320/PB220273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271457975099220050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alaa, comelnyeur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSf7GvtQ_cI/AAAAAAAAAM0/IOTm_V-vMI0/s1600-h/PB220250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSf7GvtQ_cI/AAAAAAAAAM0/IOTm_V-vMI0/s320/PB220250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271457982164565442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kitorang pun nk gak(Aiman sibuk jer blakang 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSf8NL5M9RI/AAAAAAAAAM8/bxyipQyaM9s/s1600-h/PB220275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSf8NL5M9RI/AAAAAAAAAM8/bxyipQyaM9s/s320/PB220275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271459192321668370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NO COMMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hahaha! Agk bodo kn. Hampir berpuluh kali mencuba, time nk blk br dpt bara api.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/51789289997954604-8957438809992034333?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/8957438809992034333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=8957438809992034333' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/8957438809992034333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/8957438809992034333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg-its-crazy.html' title='OMG!! Its crazy!'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSf3k0nh-tI/AAAAAAAAALE/xDeuB2lE3Jo/s72-c/PB210196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-2589700119093974730</id><published>2008-11-20T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T02:54:55.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 10 things I hate about you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sory, X. U were my best fren once but now u hv many faults. Not just to me, but also to my frens. N I'm listing them all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. U kuat perasan.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ur getting more n more gedik.&lt;br /&gt;3. Ur 'pongka'.&lt;br /&gt;4. U constantly reminding me that ur smarter than me.&lt;br /&gt;5. U keep calling ppl loser especially one that's close 2 us.&lt;br /&gt;6. Ur ungrateful.&lt;br /&gt;7. U made up ur own ridiculous 'fatwa'.&lt;br /&gt;8. U call other ppl 'peka'.&lt;br /&gt;9. Ur easily scared.&lt;br /&gt;10. Ur slowly turning 2 someone both of us hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat the hell happened 2 u?&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/51789289997954604-2589700119093974730?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/2589700119093974730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=2589700119093974730' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/2589700119093974730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/2589700119093974730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2008/11/10-things-i-hate-about-you.html' title='The 10 things I hate about you'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-3076149252364386848</id><published>2008-11-20T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T00:01:16.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>faking and pretending</title><content type='html'>A fake is when u pretend 2 be someone or anything that ur not. A fake is when u pretend 2 say yes but inside ur saying no. A fake is when u pretend 2 be frens but actually ur a hypocrite. A fake is when u pretend 2 trust him but u dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I'm a fake. A total fake to someone whom I prefer to call him 'X'. X n I are the best of frens. well, thats wat he thnks. 2 me, our frenship is already crumbling n X here doesnt even notice it. wat the heck. For instance, everytime we see each other we're like,"Hey, wassup." and all that while inside I was like,"Oh, great. Here we go again." N when we're talking, sumtimes he will start saying,"U know what, I think..." n thr he goes. Of wit anything from his mind. I will simply nod my head 2 wateva he says when I want 2 say,"To hell wit wat u thnk. Its crap anyways."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, in other words, I'm a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But wat can I do about it?&lt;br /&gt;I cnt just tell it 2 his face,"Hey, u know wat, I hate u." Sriously cnt.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I should, I couldnt. That's 2 harsh. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;Wat, I gotta tell him slowly? Bit by bit? Been thr done that. N guess wat, nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;Or keep it a secret, like always. I wont mind. Evnthough its a bit unfair for him.&lt;br /&gt;Nvr mind, probably nxt year he will find sum other ppl 2 get involved wit. N it 's not gonna be my problem anymore. Well, unless of course its me, again. Then it'll be my problem, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/51789289997954604-3076149252364386848?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/3076149252364386848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=3076149252364386848' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/3076149252364386848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/3076149252364386848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2008/11/faking-and-pretending.html' title='faking and pretending'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-4039086126343850521</id><published>2008-11-19T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:52:34.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Knight vids</title><content type='html'>This is a vid I watched the other day on Batman The Dark Knight. It's from the scene where Joker gets interrogated by Batman n its hilarious. I cnt get enogh of this vid. Congrats n 5 starz to MonkeyandApple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w2yv8aT0UFc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w2yv8aT0UFc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N here's the outtakes. Almost the same thing but still hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TjBOTT0tr84&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TjBOTT0tr84&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/51789289997954604-4039086126343850521?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/4039086126343850521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=4039086126343850521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/4039086126343850521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/4039086126343850521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2008/11/whos-got-booster-boots-i-got-booster.html' title='The Dark Knight vids'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-4530557503172115593</id><published>2008-11-19T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:03:04.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hujan yang turun bagaikan mutiara</title><content type='html'>Hitam kegemaranku, hitam nampak kemas, kemas bergaya bermakna tiada kelemumur.&lt;br /&gt;Nama saya &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;RAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Okay, cut the crap. Actually I juz wanted 2 highlight the word&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;RAIN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;up thr. Cuz juz now when I was walking in the rain, I felt different. Like the rain has washed everything away. One thing's for sure, it felt gud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           I once thought I hated Rain,&lt;br /&gt;Soaked with gloom and sopping wet.&lt;br /&gt;But from walking in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;I'll say I'd not seen its true beauty yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain is nature's contrast,&lt;br /&gt;Providing sanctuary from heat and day.&lt;br /&gt;Turning bark to healthy black,&lt;br /&gt;And sandy ground to earthy clay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain is a reflection,&lt;br /&gt;To those emotions we all feel.&lt;br /&gt;Coloring dark gray for sadness,&lt;br /&gt;And for those cheerful it colors teal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once thought I hated the cold,&lt;br /&gt;Frantically shivering and bitterly sober.&lt;br /&gt;But from walking in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;I gave the cold a new cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold is nature's preserver,&lt;br /&gt;Keeping time and movement still.&lt;br /&gt;Changing resilient green to brilliant orange,&lt;br /&gt;And freezing water to shimmering crystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold is a spacious gap,&lt;br /&gt;Where no warmth or emotion lingers.&lt;br /&gt;The air is crisp and stings your throat,&lt;br /&gt;And you lose feeling in your toes and fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was walking in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;This viewpoint for my soul.&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to let things slide along,&lt;br /&gt;Too much resistance can take a toll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSPvrqieVZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/FcJsI1zYH-g/s1600-h/The_rain_by_OjosVerde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSPvrqieVZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/FcJsI1zYH-g/s320/The_rain_by_OjosVerde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270319522385909138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo courtesy of OjosVerde&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/51789289997954604-4530557503172115593?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/4530557503172115593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=4530557503172115593' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/4530557503172115593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/4530557503172115593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2008/11/hitam-kegemranku-hitam-nampak-kemas.html' title='Hujan yang turun bagaikan mutiara'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSPvrqieVZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/FcJsI1zYH-g/s72-c/The_rain_by_OjosVerde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-7951056636354401590</id><published>2008-11-16T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:57:48.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored of being bored. Aargh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A group of guys are in the locker room when a handphone rings. One of them picks it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woman : Honey, its me. Are you at the club?&lt;br /&gt;Man : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Woman : Well, I have news. The house we wanted is back on the market. They're asking for $950,000.&lt;br /&gt;Man : Well then, go ahead and make an offer, but make it $1.2 million so we'll be sure to get the house.&lt;br /&gt;Woman : Ok. I'll see you later. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Man : I love you too.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The man hangs up. then he asks, "Does anyone know whose phone this is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSD2cVsV4HI/AAAAAAAAAII/MiRMZKsUJE8/s1600-h/Forgotten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSD2cVsV4HI/AAAAAAAAAII/MiRMZKsUJE8/s200/Forgotten.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269482530743378034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man returns home to be greeted by his wife dressed in a sexy short nightie.&lt;br /&gt;"Tie me up," she purrs.&lt;br /&gt;"Then you can do anything you want."&lt;br /&gt;"Great," he says.&lt;br /&gt;He binds her tightly to the bed then goes out to play golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple is lying in bed one night when the woman turns to the man, smiles and says,"I'm going to make you the happiest man on earth."&lt;br /&gt;The man replies,"I'll definitely miss you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSRFN6iayNI/AAAAAAAAAK0/oJh7abrCYrM/s1600-h/Emo_rain_cloud_by_i_am_kittie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSRFN6iayNI/AAAAAAAAAK0/oJh7abrCYrM/s320/Emo_rain_cloud_by_i_am_kittie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270413569284557010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What starting salary are you looking for?" the head of human resources asks the newly graduated engineer at the end of the job interview.&lt;br /&gt;Going for it, the guy says,"well, sir, I was thinking about $125,000 a year, depending on the benefits package."&lt;br /&gt;"OK," the HR director says. "How about 5 weeks of vacation, 14 paid holidays, full medical and dental benefits and a Porsche for your company car?"&lt;br /&gt;The engineer gasps and says, "Wow! Are you kidding?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah,"he replied. "But you started it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/51789289997954604-7951056636354401590?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/7951056636354401590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=7951056636354401590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/7951056636354401590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/7951056636354401590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2008/11/bored-of-being-bored-aargh.html' title='Bored of being bored. Aargh!'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSD2cVsV4HI/AAAAAAAAAII/MiRMZKsUJE8/s72-c/Forgotten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-1058422343526662178</id><published>2008-11-16T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:58:25.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insyaallah...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my uncle went 2 KL on medical trip. He had this tumor(I think) inside his head n 'syukur alhamdulillah' its not cancerous. Earlier this year he also had a tumor once, but that one was thought 2 be done with. Except that there were residues of the old tumor n that led 2 this new one. WTF... No wonder he kept complaining about blurry eyesight n always have a headache. So he's goin 2 KL for an operation called 'Cyber Knife' which will cut the tumor inside his head without leaving any residues. This operation is quite risky. If anything happens it could be fatal. There's also a side effect which can cause damage 2 his optic nerve but the doctors said that the percentage is very low. 'Insyaallah' nothing bad will happen 2 him n he will be up n running in no time.&lt;br /&gt;Aku akn mendoakan kesihatanmu disini dan berharap agr cepat sembuh so that nnt kang blh battle MTG cuz my new deck will be finished n I'll improve by then. N this time ur gonna lose 2 me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/51789289997954604-1058422343526662178?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/1058422343526662178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=1058422343526662178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/1058422343526662178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/1058422343526662178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2008/11/insyaallah.html' title='Insyaallah...'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-248411968947056373</id><published>2008-11-14T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:32:06.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends 4eva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSD5u0EWt0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/CwtXwEQO99w/s1600-h/DSC02680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSD5u0EWt0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/CwtXwEQO99w/s320/DSC02680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269486146669688642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; So no one told you life was gonna be this way.&lt;br /&gt;Your job's a joke, you're broke, your love life's D.O.A.&lt;br /&gt;It's like you're always stuck in second gear&lt;br /&gt;When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you,&lt;br /&gt;When the rain starts to fall.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you,&lt;br /&gt;Like I've been there before.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're there for me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your still in bed at 10 and work began at 8.&lt;br /&gt;You burned your breakfast so far, things are going great.&lt;br /&gt;Your mother warned you there'd be days like these.&lt;br /&gt;But she didn't tell you when the world has brought you down to your knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you,&lt;br /&gt;When the rain starts to pour.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you,&lt;br /&gt;Like I've been there before.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're there for me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one could ever know me.&lt;br /&gt;no one could ever see me.&lt;br /&gt;since your  the only one who knows what its like to be me.&lt;br /&gt;Someone to face the day with, make it through all the mess with.&lt;br /&gt;Someone I'll always laugh with, even under the worst I'm best with you.&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/51789289997954604-248411968947056373?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/248411968947056373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=248411968947056373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/248411968947056373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/248411968947056373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-r-frens-2-me.html' title='Friends 4eva'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSD5u0EWt0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/CwtXwEQO99w/s72-c/DSC02680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-1897562007008797037</id><published>2008-11-13T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:19:07.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Langkawi...</title><content type='html'>So, right nw I'm SUPPOSED 2 b in langkawi wit evryone instead of writing 2 u.&lt;br /&gt;kinda bored rite nw, cuz no one's aroun 2 on9 n chat(they're all in langkawi having more fun than I am).&lt;br /&gt;this sucks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story starts when my club(Kelab Setia), wanted 2 do a field trip 2 Langkawi.&lt;br /&gt;me n my frens all submitted our names. We even paid 4 the trip, RM150.&lt;br /&gt;one week later I told my mom bout it. She kinda agreed 2 it. then later we heard news of flood up north. My dad talk 2 me bout the trip n said its dangerous n dat I shouldnt b goin.&lt;br /&gt;so then its officially canceled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nw I cn just imagine wat my frens r up 2 this time in langkawi.&lt;br /&gt;Not dat I 'm not hapy bout it but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz hope u guys hv fun n 2 some, dun waste ur money on unnecessary stuff, kay?&lt;br /&gt;n Afiq, keep track of ur money evrytime u spend it.&lt;br /&gt;One last thing, dun 4get bout me here, especially when u guys r bout 2 buy sumthing nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. dun matter bout all the crap up thr. juz prayin dat u guys hv a safe trip, dun do anythin dangerous n come bck safely.&lt;br /&gt;definitely gonna miss u guys these few days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/51789289997954604-1897562007008797037?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/1897562007008797037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=1897562007008797037' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/1897562007008797037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/1897562007008797037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2008/11/langkawi.html' title='Langkawi...'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-9085649729488710580</id><published>2008-11-03T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:23:25.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The more I think about it, the less I understand</title><content type='html'>Haa...haaa... HACHIEUW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno y but lately I've been quite sneezy at school, only.&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda weird, at sc I always sneeze like nonstop but at home I juz sneezed once or myb twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It even disturbed me while I was doin my exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'kcwdn'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sory bout up thr. I juz sneezed...&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thnk Id better stop b4 I sneeze again, n probably wet my laptop by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HACHIEUUW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/51789289997954604-9085649729488710580?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/9085649729488710580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=9085649729488710580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/9085649729488710580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/9085649729488710580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2008/11/sneezy.html' title='The more I think about it, the less I understand'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-5585056609070157530</id><published>2008-10-30T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:40:37.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm kinda PISSED off</title><content type='html'>Well, the title said it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M KINDA PISSED OFF.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainly cuz of this one person. I wont say his name cause he is my fren although now our frenship seems getting far apart. Although he doesnt notice it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, lets refer to him as X. So X here is kinda smart. N he'll constantly remind me dat he is. Which is knda pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;Although I didnt say it 2 his face. Like for instance, when I got a question on my studies, he will say&lt;br /&gt;'Come on la bro, mende senang camni pun nk aku ajar gak ke?'&lt;br /&gt;Who the heck does he think he is! If I kno he's gonna say like dat, I would be better off asking someone else. N he constantly calling a fren of mine an idiot. Just cuz he is not as smart as him. Day after day, he seems 2 be getting more n more what's the word, 'bangga'. Not only that, he even make up his own 'fatwa' n thinks that its true. He even said it like he's an 'orang ulama'. Besides that he even criticise about our Malaysian 'ulama' saying that he knows better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know what, I was going 2 suggest he gets help 4 that n nw he can just go fuck himself. Well, that's wat I felt bck then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;WTF.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Sigh* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After years of frenship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;B4 I end my post, I would like 2 say I'm sorry n 2 whoeva hu thinks they know who is X, keep ur mouth shut. Keep it a secret. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope he will change his ways...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSD1o-Ul4GI/AAAAAAAAAIA/tw-MTQA0R6M/s1600-h/ShitHappens_Tshirt_by_t4m3r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSD1o-Ul4GI/AAAAAAAAAIA/tw-MTQA0R6M/s200/ShitHappens_Tshirt_by_t4m3r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269481648296419426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/51789289997954604-5585056609070157530?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/5585056609070157530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=5585056609070157530' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/5585056609070157530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/5585056609070157530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-kinda-pissed-off.html' title='I&apos;m kinda PISSED off'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSD1o-Ul4GI/AAAAAAAAAIA/tw-MTQA0R6M/s72-c/ShitHappens_Tshirt_by_t4m3r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789289997954604.post-3467177022932572345</id><published>2008-10-29T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:26:39.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You hv the right 2 remain silent. Everything you say will be misquoted n used against you.</title><content type='html'>Dunno wat 2 say here actually...&lt;br /&gt;never mind. Let's start about me first.&lt;br /&gt;Named Abdul Hakim b Abdul Razak at birth. Called Kimmy Cone by my sister(she got it from an ice cream name, I nvr seen the ice cream nowadays). My frens chgd it 2 Bebedul when I was stndrd 5 cuz at that time thr were 2 Hakims. One Abdul Hakim(me) n the other one Amirul Hakim. Called Masyu since form 3 cuz of a tragedy that happened when I was form 2. Or is it form 1. Age 16 since Oct 7th. Schooling at SMART and staying at IM5. Youngest of 2 teens. Can't tie my shoes properly(haha, sounds so bodoh). N I'm kinda sarcastic(ONLY 2 afiq).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSAyHsfAoaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BQuI8QYtEyI/s1600-h/P5260020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSAyHsfAoaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BQuI8QYtEyI/s320/P5260020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269266671805178274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of my frenz at school, more likely I would say my second family(sory, sum of u guys I xde gambr, ntah mane hilang) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSA0NTvwK4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/BlURegG8vM0/s1600-h/PB100190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSA0NTvwK4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/BlURegG8vM0/s200/PB100190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269268967266986882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abdul Afiq b Abdul tut2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSA0M4DZwrI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-EqqQNiQK4g/s1600-h/PB100196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSA0M4DZwrI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-EqqQNiQK4g/s200/PB100196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269268959833211570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazim Arief b Halim('N' yg sgt koya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSA0NKq4aPI/AAAAAAAAAHU/7nJMboOz-2Q/s1600-h/PB100194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSA0NKq4aPI/AAAAAAAAAHU/7nJMboOz-2Q/s200/PB100194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269268964830636274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiman Fakhri b Zamimi (no comment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSA0NZdwyQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/QSzBnFrtCr0/s1600-h/PB090092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSA0NZdwyQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/QSzBnFrtCr0/s200/PB090092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269268968802142466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ckgu Zamni aka MNI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And termasuklah Taufiq Fiqri b Abu tut2, Zulfaqar b Zakaria, Muhammad Safwan Adli bin Muhammad Zaki, Alif Khalid b Abdul Rahman, Shawn Hosea Ramesh(Inspektor Karim), Zulhilmi b Zainuddin, Khairul Anuar b Khairul Muzaffar, senang2 hampir kesemua bebudak form 4 Smart n a few juniors here n there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/51789289997954604-3467177022932572345?l=kimmycone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/feeds/3467177022932572345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51789289997954604&amp;postID=3467177022932572345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/3467177022932572345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/51789289997954604/posts/default/3467177022932572345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmycone.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-years-recap.html' title='You hv the right 2 remain silent. Everything you say will be misquoted n used against you.'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606138229089834970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/S6izy5Ry8nI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SYMl2ZXp9Xw/S220/DSC00931.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xa1QgQtUQmQ/SSAyHsfAoaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BQuI8QYtEyI/s72-c/P5260020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
