<?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-8568781994498655230</id><updated>2011-09-09T07:54:35.184-07:00</updated><category term='Friends'/><category term='You'/><category term='UUM'/><category term='Kuala Perlis'/><category term='Mustika Muhibah'/><category term='Home.'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Allah SWT'/><title type='text'>Pink_cess Diva</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm a princess in training.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emma Pinkcess Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17223853243292741083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8bzU6Fih5Q/Tbj_JiUDuDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vB-e8Q2CEjc/s220/SNV38064.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8568781994498655230.post-6823529778925975823</id><published>2011-05-03T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T04:52:15.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I moved to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;pinkcessdiva.blogspot.com&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/8568781994498655230-6823529778925975823?l=babyface151.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/feeds/6823529778925975823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8568781994498655230&amp;postID=6823529778925975823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/6823529778925975823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/6823529778925975823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/2011/05/moving.html' title='Moving.'/><author><name>Emma Pinkcess Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17223853243292741083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8bzU6Fih5Q/Tbj_JiUDuDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vB-e8Q2CEjc/s220/SNV38064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8568781994498655230.post-6442807818100509576</id><published>2010-12-12T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T23:29:18.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Assalamualaikum wbt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm in class now. Subject? Information Technology. As I always did for the past two years. Our lecturer had assign us to do a presentation about ourselves. But you don't wanna hear me babble about this right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's been awhile since I posted and updated my pink-small-blog-corner. Short update : studying at Penang Matriculation College. Studying Physical Science. The next Einstein! Yippie! Yay me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life here is hectic. Busy. Not-so-relaxing. It's okay though. I'm counting days 'til 25th April 2011. My last day here. Can't wait to go back home and hibernate my unhibernated nights. I've changed through this process from a nerdy school girl to a very unstable-emotional-thing. Thing? Haha. That's a very 'comforting' word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm just typing whatever I feel to exercise my fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bla bla bla blaaaaahhhhhhhhh...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I miss the old days back then when the internet was my life. *cries*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Emma Pinkcess Diva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8568781994498655230-6442807818100509576?l=babyface151.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/feeds/6442807818100509576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8568781994498655230&amp;postID=6442807818100509576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/6442807818100509576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/6442807818100509576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/2010/12/miss-me.html' title='Miss Me?'/><author><name>Emma Pinkcess Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17223853243292741083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8bzU6Fih5Q/Tbj_JiUDuDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vB-e8Q2CEjc/s220/SNV38064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8568781994498655230.post-470655003165790695</id><published>2009-12-11T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T21:38:03.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man. Life Sucks B!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Life after spm? ahah. they think its so great. well look at me? great huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Oh deqma. u cant drive even if u have a drivers license. drive around with dad to show u can REALLY drive"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Oh deqma. u cant drive. ko juz xbiase lg. tggu larh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Oh deqma. u cant do that. u cant do this"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Oh deqma. blablablabla"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Can i go to lost world?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"No! Lost world IS at home"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so whats so great?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;during ramadhan at Holiday Villa we were waiting to break our fast. so i talked about driving to skewl. my heart was so happy of the thought me driving. but hello? wake up emma. they just dont trust u they way ur friends do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Oh deqma. ure too young to drive."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;that moment i wanted so much to cut my license. thank god there was no knife in front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;well duh! families are like that. sometimes u may think they're the ones who can comfort u but i hate to burst ur fcuking bubble. they do not! for me, im better off with friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ohh Faten, Ros n dik jat. i love u dearly. u guys understand me more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Oh deqma. we cant fetch u at skewl. so take the bus"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;then whats the reason for my fcuking license? got one but gotta take the bus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Opsss! i better wash my mouth for saying those bad words but do i care that fcukinh much? nahh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Oh S*****. Dont say that bad word."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;yeah. i wont let him say that word but im using it. ini dinamakan hiprokrit. emma mcm tu ka? yea. i love being a rebel. it feels so - fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i just cant wait to get outta home n live my own life. i wanna fcuking die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not-so-love,&lt;br /&gt;emma fcuking-punkcess diva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[srry for the typing error. too lazy to double check. wut? spm abs dh so wt ape nk jd nerd. ahahah]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8568781994498655230-470655003165790695?l=babyface151.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/feeds/470655003165790695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8568781994498655230&amp;postID=470655003165790695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/470655003165790695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/470655003165790695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/2009/12/man-life-sucks-b.html' title='Man. Life Sucks B!'/><author><name>Emma Pinkcess Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17223853243292741083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8bzU6Fih5Q/Tbj_JiUDuDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vB-e8Q2CEjc/s220/SNV38064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8568781994498655230.post-1306812940208032289</id><published>2009-08-06T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T07:38:27.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_diKcU5JHtZk/Snrq1_vyBHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/InummlX641A/s1600-h/SNV38910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_diKcU5JHtZk/Snrq1_vyBHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/InummlX641A/s200/SNV38910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366860119331177586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear Mommy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last night was the worst night ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm sorry for what I did during dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorry for the noises I made when cooking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorry for the disobeying part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday I slept early 'cause of the guilt I felt. I want to apologize earlier but not in front of &lt;/span&gt;Kak Long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But this morning, before I went to school I apologise and thanks for forgiving me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's something I really want. Not clothes. Not money. Not love ['cause I know there's the love from you]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe before you go to &lt;/span&gt;Mekah&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; with Daddy I tell you. But not right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The most important thing is I'm glad we're OK and not fighting anymore. I'm a big girl now. As I told you before and I want to show you how much you taught me to be a better Muslim, daughter, aunt and friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insya&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Allah, I won't be the childish &lt;/span&gt;Hazimah&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; like before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks Mommy for naming me &lt;/span&gt;Hazimah&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've searched on the Internet and &lt;/span&gt;Hazimah&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; means female companion of &lt;/span&gt;Nabi&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Muhammad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow! That's what I want to hear. Love you Mommy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And Emma means universal/whole. Guess that's why I got lots of friends besides my loud mouth. &lt;/span&gt;LOL&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                      &lt;div  class="style9" align="center" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;             &lt;div class="style35" align="left"&gt;               &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8568781994498655230-1306812940208032289?l=babyface151.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/feeds/1306812940208032289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8568781994498655230&amp;postID=1306812940208032289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/1306812940208032289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/1306812940208032289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/2009/08/mommy.html' title='Mommy'/><author><name>Emma Pinkcess Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17223853243292741083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8bzU6Fih5Q/Tbj_JiUDuDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vB-e8Q2CEjc/s220/SNV38064.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_diKcU5JHtZk/Snrq1_vyBHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/InummlX641A/s72-c/SNV38910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8568781994498655230.post-4363762559838789328</id><published>2009-07-16T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T02:25:12.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma Junior!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today's the happiest day of my life! Besides the day when I was born. It's not that my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; is over. Or I got a new pink stuff. Or I got a new car. But, it's the day when I got a new niece. Her name isn't actually Emma Junior but I wished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;She was born a week after the due date. She's the second child of my sister and brother in law, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mastura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Khairul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Anuar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. My sister with be "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pantang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; with my mother in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kedah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, which is at my house. Can't wait until she comes home. But the real question is "can I really take good care of my niece?" and I don't want to give uneven love to her and her older brother, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ridzuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ridzuan's&lt;/span&gt; my first nephew and he's almost two this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My mission: To be a better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Aunty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; day by day. Give equal love to both of them. Save up money to buy something from Girls because I promised my sister I'll buy something for the baby if it was a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8568781994498655230-4363762559838789328?l=babyface151.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/feeds/4363762559838789328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8568781994498655230&amp;postID=4363762559838789328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/4363762559838789328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/4363762559838789328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/2009/07/emma-junior.html' title='Emma Junior!'/><author><name>Emma Pinkcess Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17223853243292741083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8bzU6Fih5Q/Tbj_JiUDuDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vB-e8Q2CEjc/s220/SNV38064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8568781994498655230.post-7389763325278377958</id><published>2009-07-07T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:01:22.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday and Today on Medical Leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Have to stay at home sucks! With a capital S. I rather go to school and actually learn things. It all started yesterday during Islamic Studies AKA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pendidikan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Agama&lt;/span&gt; Islam &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;. There I was, in the pink of health &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(is it "in the pink of health", "in the pink" or "in the peak of health"?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and fit as a fiddle. I was fasting. Ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;goreng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pedas&lt;/span&gt; at the middle of the night and for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sahur&lt;/span&gt; I ate rice with sweet and sour. Mix it all together and ding ding ding, we have a winner! I was all like running a bit back to my class to get something and there it happened. I was all "Ouch!", "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Youza&lt;/span&gt;!" and "I'm in pain" sort of motion. Luckily Ros was in her class no there was no teacher in so I called her to get some help. I don't know if I had gastric or what but I could still remember the pain inside my tummy. Ouch! That's gotta hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tumtatadum&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Amirul&lt;/span&gt;, Ros, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Wawa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Faten&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Nong&lt;/span&gt; Nit to the rescue! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt;, Thanks for helping me out, guys! Then I was brought to the Teacher's Room and took a nap there. I think I really did took a nap but not drop dead sleeping like at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ustazah&lt;/span&gt; came to me and said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Awat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Td&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ja&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Loncat&lt;/span&gt;2 lg". But I was too-in-pain so I didn't say anything much. Just moans like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; baby. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Eww&lt;/span&gt; I was so pathetic. I waited almost an hour 'till Daddy came. He brought me home and we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Klinik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Azani&lt;/span&gt;. The doctor gave me a-one-day medical leave but I extended it 'till today 'cause I was so dizzy when I woke up today. He asked my daddy what form I was and shocked when daddy said I was in Form 5. He said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Laa&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Awat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;kecik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;sgt&lt;/span&gt;?". Then he took his hearing-peoples-heart-thingy-mechanism and listens to my heartbeat and my stomach. That was kinda bizarre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Not to mention the medicine he gave me was HUGE! My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; tiny throat can't possibly swallow that thing. Yucks! Plus, the horrible smell which means the horrible taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So now I'm just plain bored at home. Kinda worry 'cause I missed my Additional Maths class yesterday and today (so what if I'm a nerd?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Emma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8568781994498655230-7389763325278377958?l=babyface151.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/feeds/7389763325278377958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8568781994498655230&amp;postID=7389763325278377958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/7389763325278377958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/7389763325278377958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/2009/07/yesterday-and-today-on-medical-leave.html' title='Yesterday and Today on Medical Leave'/><author><name>Emma Pinkcess Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17223853243292741083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8bzU6Fih5Q/Tbj_JiUDuDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vB-e8Q2CEjc/s220/SNV38064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8568781994498655230.post-131577582955981069</id><published>2009-06-09T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T08:17:49.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cliques</title><content type='html'>Today my post is dedicated to all of my friends. I got many friends but I don't think I could write about all of them so I'm just gonna tell about my dearest so-called gang. I still remember the first day since I was in Form 1. I was sitting behind my best friend since Elementary School, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Faten&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nabila&lt;/span&gt;. We were in 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Arif&lt;/span&gt;. There, I met with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Syazwina&lt;/span&gt;. Through her, I met with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rosfariza&lt;/span&gt; and through her I met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Shikin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Faezah&lt;/span&gt; (she sat beside Ros). Then, we met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Nadhirah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Wahida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Azlin&lt;/span&gt; because they sat behind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Wina&lt;/span&gt;. This was how I met them. We became close as the days passes by. We decided to give a name for our relationship. We listed out many names and I introduced "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ohana&lt;/span&gt;". I got this from the movie Lilo and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Stich&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ohana&lt;/span&gt; means family and family never leaves us behind. That's how we were. We went everywhere together. Even to toilets. What? We were young and girls need a friend even in the toilet. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. This is a brief intro about how we met. So who are the anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll list &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Ohana&lt;/span&gt; Girls according to our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;birth dates&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Hazimah&lt;/span&gt; - Emma (me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; January 1992. Nothing to say about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Rosfariza&lt;/span&gt; - Ros&lt;br /&gt;Studying at: Ala &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;kelas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;sebelah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ngan&lt;/span&gt; Emma. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Jumpa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;tiap&lt;/span&gt; 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;minit&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; March 1992. She's my friend that loves the thing that I love too - cats! She's the only girl in her family and the youngest just like me. 'Till today she's studying in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;SMJ&lt;/span&gt;. We were in the same class since Form 1 but started from Form 4 she picked Account so that's why we're in separated classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Shikin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Faezah&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Shikin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying at: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;MRSM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Langkawi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; June 1992. One word - miss. I really miss her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; I was bullied her. She's the only one who has a sensitive heart. Not like the others aren't sensitive but she tends to feel offended with the others sometimes and I'm the one who coax her but sometimes I make her offended too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I can still remember the sentence she always use before telling us something, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;xde&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;larh&lt;/span&gt;" and we will tease her with that 'till she's in tears. But in a sad way but she cries &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; she laughs so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Nur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Nadhirah&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Nad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying at: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;MRSM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Kubang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Pasu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; July 1992. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Nad&lt;/span&gt;! I miss you too. She's like the "Love Doctor". She will advice me whenever I got problems with my previous relationship. Yes! I had a BF but don't ask me about my pass. Anyway, she loves reading novels so I guess from there she got those "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;ayat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;jiwang&lt;/span&gt;" but hey, it worked. I'm still keeping her letters that she gave me during my ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Faten&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Nabila&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Faten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying at: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Elehh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;sebelah&lt;/span&gt; Emma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;jew&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Jmpe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;tiap&lt;/span&gt; 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;saat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; January 1992. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Faten&lt;/span&gt;, There's no other way to tell you how much I appreciate you as my friend. I've known her since In diapers but at that time she was my sister's friend. We were neighbours. We separated when I moved to The States. We met in Standard 4 but at that time we didn't know we knew each other since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;. Our parents told us then since she moved to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;Taman&lt;/span&gt; University we became close friends since now. But now she moved to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;Taman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;Teja&lt;/span&gt;. Somewhere near. Not so far. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;Even though&lt;/span&gt; we used to fight a lot but look at us now. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;" to the people who doubted about our friendship. I almost burst into tears when you told me you still keep my apology notes that I wrote on tissues. Aren't tissues easily disposable? I means you keep it safe all of these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;Syazwina&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;Wina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying at: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;SMJ&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;kelas&lt;/span&gt; 5 Diamond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; October. She's the greatest. She wanted to be a dentist and pianist but now she wants to be a surgeon and pianist. Hey, look. I still now about you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; we're not as close as we used to be. I love you! She's the crazy one in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;OG&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;Ohana&lt;/span&gt; Girls) just like me so that's how we became &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;damn&lt;/span&gt; close. Also bubbly and happy all the time. She has great leadership. Since Form 1 she was the monitor 'till Form 4 and now in Form 5 she's a prefect like me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;Faten&lt;/span&gt; and Rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;Wahida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;Azlin&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;Wawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying at: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;Alaa&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;Kelas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;sebelah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;gak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85"&gt;ngan&lt;/span&gt; Ros &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86"&gt;Toek&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_87"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_88"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; October 1992. We love the same thing - music! We used to read lyrics and sing together. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_89"&gt;Psssstt&lt;/span&gt;, I have a horrible voice. She used to be the person who gets "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_90"&gt;blurr&lt;/span&gt;" whenever we tell her something but now she's changed into a sophisticated young lady. Her mom cooks the best meals for us. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_91"&gt;Wawa&lt;/span&gt; also loves kids 'cause her mom baby-sits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it. All about them. Thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_92"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Emma Pink_&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_93"&gt;cess&lt;/span&gt; Diva&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8568781994498655230-131577582955981069?l=babyface151.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/feeds/131577582955981069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8568781994498655230&amp;postID=131577582955981069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/131577582955981069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/131577582955981069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/2009/06/cliques.html' title='Cliques'/><author><name>Emma Pinkcess Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17223853243292741083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8bzU6Fih5Q/Tbj_JiUDuDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vB-e8Q2CEjc/s220/SNV38064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8568781994498655230.post-2165166591943055825</id><published>2009-06-07T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:14:19.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Drive Legally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today's the day where I changed from a '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; kid to a young lady. Puberty? No, you pervert. What I meant was I passed my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JPJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; test. I'm getting my driver's license in a week from today. I can't wait to get behind the wheels and go wherever I wanna go. Daddy and Mommy, you see. I'm not a baby anymore. Sometimes I am but having a driver's license is a HUGE thing for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is what happened today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I started on the hill - passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I started on the side parking - easy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I started '3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;penjuru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;' - hard but I did it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then, I drove up the highway. I was waiting for my turn on the bench with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; then that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;JPJ&lt;/span&gt; dude said "49. &lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nombor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 49? Mane 49?" I was kinda not paying attention until I realised that was my number, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Eyh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Saya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;!". The others laughed at me and I started to blush. I was scared to death and people laughed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; me more scared but I couldn't back off. I need to go through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;JPJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; officer said "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ikut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;jalan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 2". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Jalan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 2 - Turn left to the main road, pass &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Sekolah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Kebangsaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Sintok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Sekolah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Menengah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Kebangsaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Sintok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, make a turn at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Risda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, detour, straight ahead and detour again at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Taman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Semarak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was driving with my mind thinking 'bout other stuff. Suddenly, the officer said "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Masuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;kanan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Buat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; u-turn". I was like "Huh? U-turn? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Bukan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;kat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;pagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;hijau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;?". Then he was all like "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Xpe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;ambek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;jew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; u-turn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;sini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. U-turn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;sana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;jauh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;sangat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;". And I was "OK!". And we went back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Mustika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Muhibah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Guess how did I do? I got 18 out of 20. I didn't use the hand breaks and didn't use the right gear but why should I care? The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; thing is I passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Daddy said "Congratulations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Jimat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;duit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; ayah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;bayar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;kelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;tambahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;". My dear dad. You're so funny. That's all for today. Thanks! Thanks Allah for opening my heart. Thanks Mommy and Daddy who drove me to my driving school. And thanks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Hafisah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; for teaching me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Till next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Emma Pink_Cess Diva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8568781994498655230-2165166591943055825?l=babyface151.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/feeds/2165166591943055825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8568781994498655230&amp;postID=2165166591943055825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/2165166591943055825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/2165166591943055825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-can-drive-legally.html' title='I Can Drive Legally!'/><author><name>Emma Pinkcess Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17223853243292741083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8bzU6Fih5Q/Tbj_JiUDuDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vB-e8Q2CEjc/s220/SNV38064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8568781994498655230.post-390242852853634563</id><published>2009-06-05T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:34:24.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This blog is for my friends out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Firstly, Faten and Ros!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You guys are always there for me. Just to let you know, I think I'm not okay this school va-K. Maybe 'cause I miss you guys so damn much. At this time is where I need you the most. I'm going crazy but you know what? I'm kinda okay 'cause we have extra classes ex specially me with my ICT class and coursework. After this we gotta do some programming thingy I don't know. Use Visual Basic thing-a-majiggy. I don't even know what I'm talking here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then there's you&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Aliuddin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah you and nobody else. Thanks a lot. You kinda ruin my school vacation. Do I suck that much sampai sanggup wt mcm2? Ngeee~ Owg dh taw mcm2. X sgka lgsung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's not all 'bout him. I'm just glad I have great friends to keep me company. Like Udin, he was the one who IM me. And Dik Jat. Now I'm IMing Reza. Owh not to forget the girls at MySpace who send me comments. Thanks! At least I'm okay for now. Wait 'till late night. I guess I can't sleep properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorry for the nonsense. I can't think straight. Aiiii mane dik jat nieyh. Smlm janji nk IM ngan Kak Emma. Tarek tlinga bwu taw. Hurmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Till then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Emma Pink_Cess Diva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8568781994498655230-390242852853634563?l=babyface151.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/feeds/390242852853634563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8568781994498655230&amp;postID=390242852853634563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/390242852853634563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/390242852853634563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/2009/06/thanks.html' title='Thanks!'/><author><name>Emma Pinkcess Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17223853243292741083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8bzU6Fih5Q/Tbj_JiUDuDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vB-e8Q2CEjc/s220/SNV38064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8568781994498655230.post-547876715774179174</id><published>2009-04-27T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T07:42:39.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear &lt;/span&gt;Angah&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mohd&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ikhwan&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We may not be close as we used to but I'm here breaking my promise [&lt;/span&gt;ptt&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;nye&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;xbleyh&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; online on &lt;/span&gt;skewl&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;nytes&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; but rules are meant to be broken. &lt;/span&gt;LOL&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's been 29 years since you were born and I've known you for 17 years. &lt;/span&gt;Yela&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. You were born before me. &lt;/span&gt;Ahaks&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Today, is your birthday and I can't find other w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ays to say how much&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I love you&lt;/span&gt; as my bro and thank you for the things, the &lt;/span&gt;junk food&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, the joy, the happiness that you brought to our family. Sometimes I feel so empty at home for being the youngest and left all alone. But no worries. I'm okay with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Angah&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You're my hero. I mean seriously. The reason why I &lt;/span&gt;choose&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ICT&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; is 'cause you're like the Dr. Computer at home and I want to be exactly like you and 'cause I love the &lt;/span&gt;Internet&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; world. &lt;/span&gt;AbangKhairil&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, my senior at school once kinda scolded me and &lt;/span&gt;Syukran&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 'cause we told him the reason we took &lt;/span&gt;ICT&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 'cause forced by family but he didn't give me a chance to say that I took it 'cause Dad told me to and I wanted to. So 50-50. I wasn't sure. But in your face &lt;/span&gt;Khairil&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;! It's not like I wanna brag but since the First Test in Form 4 I never got a B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. All As till today. &lt;/span&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~ And I got 97 in my Second Test. So, take this as your birthday present dear bro. I'm hoping to work with computers like you. But not like you. Just to be a graphic designer. Malaysian Institute of Art here I come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At school I talk a lot in front of people and be the leader in a group but actually I'm a &lt;/span&gt;wimp inside. I couldn't say what I feel inside 'bout family 'cause of the awkwardness&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; so that's why I'm posting this for you. To say that I love you till death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like Mommy said bunch of times. "Time &lt;/span&gt;senang&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ngan&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;kawan&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, time &lt;/span&gt;senang&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ngan&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; family". No matter what happens, family will give you support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah bless you~ Wait, I got something else to say but kinda forgot. &lt;/span&gt;Naaahhhh&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. I'll tell you later if I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_diKcU5JHtZk/SfXDpmWtg6I/AAAAAAAAACk/7jQrxRYSnfI/s1600-h/SNV38049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_diKcU5JHtZk/SfXDpmWtg6I/AAAAAAAAACk/7jQrxRYSnfI/s400/SNV38049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329380853500707746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In photo: Angah with Kak Ude&lt;/span&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/8568781994498655230-547876715774179174?l=babyface151.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/feeds/547876715774179174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8568781994498655230&amp;postID=547876715774179174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/547876715774179174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/547876715774179174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Emma Pinkcess Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17223853243292741083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8bzU6Fih5Q/Tbj_JiUDuDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vB-e8Q2CEjc/s220/SNV38064.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_diKcU5JHtZk/SfXDpmWtg6I/AAAAAAAAACk/7jQrxRYSnfI/s72-c/SNV38049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8568781994498655230.post-2864866485949372123</id><published>2009-04-24T06:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T06:23:20.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8 in the morning I went to Mustika Muhibah like always for my 2 hour driving class. It was great and everything went smoothly. And seriously, very smoothly. Thanks to my bro, he taught me how to drive when I was in Form 2 so that's why I know about all the basic of driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver instructor said it was easy to teach me because I knew how to control the steering wheel and clucth and all sorts of stuff. Just imagine, in front of my home (Taman University) there's a wide highway (I guess you can call it a highway), I drove 'bout 90km/h. To him, that's beyond normal for the beginners. I was like - WOW! I'm that good aren't I? I hate to brag but man I can drive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He showed me 3 main roads that I have to take during my test with the JPJ. Then, I drove up to Changlun 'cause I was that good. Then to Kodiang. We went through &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jalan kampung&lt;/span&gt; 'cause he wanted me to take a glimpse of the real world - driving in small roads with lorries and buses and vans and children in the way. But, nothing went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to Kampung Pulas or Putat or Langsat. What? You know I'm bad naming things and remembering things. We went straight up to Bukit Kayu Hitam and to Bukit Tangga. I wasn't familiar with those roads but what the heck. I drove like a pro. Never knew those roads ever existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove passing MARDI and the next I knew I was in front of Hotel EDC (Somewhere around UUM). It was almost 10 o'clock so I drove back home 'cause daddy was busy playing golf (like always). Mommy was in front and she saw me driving in our front garage. I was like "Mommy! Lookie lookie. I'm driving. It means I'm not a lil kid anymore." As I always say to my mommy, "Orang dah besar la mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess the lil emma is becoming a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; young lady&lt;/span&gt; after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Emma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8568781994498655230-2864866485949372123?l=babyface151.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/feeds/2864866485949372123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8568781994498655230&amp;postID=2864866485949372123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/2864866485949372123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/2864866485949372123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/2009/04/driving-class.html' title='Driving Class'/><author><name>Emma Pinkcess Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17223853243292741083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8bzU6Fih5Q/Tbj_JiUDuDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vB-e8Q2CEjc/s220/SNV38064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8568781994498655230.post-7026547147344088108</id><published>2009-04-23T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T07:42:50.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KL KL KL Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;I forgot about what I'm gonna post today. Was it 'bout school? No! Boys? No! Exams? Maybe but no! Family? Yeah. Now I remember. 'Bout our family gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I stepped into my house after school and mommy said she's going to KL for Mother's Day. And I was like "What? How 'bout me and daddy?". She said my bro bought her a flight ticket to KL for what I don't know. He's always full or surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night daddy asked me if I wanted to tag along and hell yes the answer was YES! I hate being alone at home like this one time my parents went to KL and I had to stay at home all by myself and thanks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Redza&lt;/span&gt; I can't sleep at night 'cause he was all-like-telling-ghost-stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after dinner daddy said he already booked two tickets for me and daddy. So I guess the three of us are going to KL and I'm gonna cut school on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going on this 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;. Well, I think. Can't remember the actual date. Sorry guys. I can't help it by having ADD (now I'm talking plain trash. Man. I talk a lot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy's guessing that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bro's&lt;/span&gt; gonna marry or moving to The States but I think he wants to get married so that's why he wants to have a family gathering. Or simply celebrating Mother's Day in luxury. Like last time when we went to KL, he took us to La Bodega. It's a Mexican restaurant in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ampang&lt;/span&gt; (not sure). The total amount was like RM ***.** (Stars are to keep a low profile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; April 2009 I have another 2 hours of driving class. Man. I'm so damn scared! Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Emma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8568781994498655230-7026547147344088108?l=babyface151.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/feeds/7026547147344088108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8568781994498655230&amp;postID=7026547147344088108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/7026547147344088108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/7026547147344088108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/2009/04/kl-kl-kl-again.html' title='KL KL KL Again.'/><author><name>Emma Pinkcess Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17223853243292741083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8bzU6Fih5Q/Tbj_JiUDuDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vB-e8Q2CEjc/s220/SNV38064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8568781994498655230.post-2874707601713026220</id><published>2009-04-09T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:28:52.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Made Me Tick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Five minutes ago I was searching for free icons on the web using Yahoo. Then suddenly something hit me - Britney! There was a new about her performance in Vancouver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Here it is. Take a look if you love her as much as I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: justify;" class="newsarticle_head"&gt;                     &lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold;" class="ymusic-text-article"&gt;Britney Concert Goes Up in Smoke&lt;/h2&gt;                     &lt;span class="source"&gt;E! Online, Apr 9, 2009 10:35 am PDT&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                 &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The latest stop on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1239333481_0"&gt;Britney Spears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;' Circus tour featured a little too much smoke and not enough mirrors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: justify;"&gt;  The pop star has issued an apology to ticket holders of last night's &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1239333481_1"&gt;Vancouver&lt;/span&gt; show after smoky conditions on stage led to a 30-minute delay of the concert—a delay that came just three songs in after Spears walked off stage without explanation, leaving the crowd to sit (and boo) in the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1239333481_2"&gt;dark arena&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: justify;"&gt; "The building is awfully smoky," an announcer finally explained to the sold-out crowd, per the Vancouver Sun. "It's become uncomfortable and unsafe for the performers, including Ms. Spears.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: justify;"&gt;  "Please extinguish all cigarettes…The show will resume as soon as the air around the stage is clear."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: justify;"&gt; A spokesman for &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1239333481_3"&gt;Orca Bay Sports and Entertainment&lt;/span&gt;, which owns GM Place, the Vancouver venue where the concert was held, said that despite initial reports claiming the smoky air was a byproduct of toking-up concertgoers, the smoke was believed to be from cigarettes, not marijuana.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: justify;"&gt;  (The rep did not comment on why anything was being lit up in the first place, given as smoking indoors is illegal there.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: justify;"&gt; "We want to apologize to all the fans who attended our Vancouver show tonight for the brief pause in Britney's set," reads a statement on Spears' blog. "Crew members above the stage became ill due to a ventilation issue."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8568781994498655230-2874707601713026220?l=babyface151.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/feeds/2874707601713026220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8568781994498655230&amp;postID=2874707601713026220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/2874707601713026220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/2874707601713026220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/2009/04/that-made-me-tick.html' title='That Made Me Tick'/><author><name>Emma Pinkcess Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17223853243292741083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8bzU6Fih5Q/Tbj_JiUDuDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vB-e8Q2CEjc/s220/SNV38064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8568781994498655230.post-268855015612754885</id><published>2009-03-31T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T01:42:28.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma Dear Emma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Those were the words a guy said to me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait! Hold on. Suddenly I woke up and realized it was a dream. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I was bluffing. Nothing much to post today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so totally tired with school. I mean, at school I'm OK.&lt;br /&gt;But when I get home I feel like my body can't take it no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second test is next week so this means I can't surf the net much.&lt;br /&gt;I've been studying Add Math but other subjects? Nada.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm kinda freaked out 'cause I don't want my grades to go down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days at school are kinda chaotic to me. I mean in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;I'm easily to laugh on stupid jokes and sometimes I make 'em.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes it gets annoying when I'm serious and people think I'm joking.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I don't mind. No biggie.&lt;br /&gt;The important thing is that I'm not sad anymore like the past weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emma Pink_Cess Diva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8568781994498655230-268855015612754885?l=babyface151.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/feeds/268855015612754885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8568781994498655230&amp;postID=268855015612754885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/268855015612754885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/268855015612754885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/2009/03/emma-dear-emma.html' title='Emma Dear Emma.'/><author><name>Emma Pinkcess Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17223853243292741083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8bzU6Fih5Q/Tbj_JiUDuDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vB-e8Q2CEjc/s220/SNV38064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8568781994498655230.post-6972174613077266269</id><published>2009-03-27T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T02:00:58.984-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mustika Muhibah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuala Perlis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UUM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home.'/><title type='text'>Busy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Friday, 27th March 2009&lt;/span&gt; was a busy busy day for me. I had to woke up early in the morning even though it was a school holiday. At 8.30 I went to Mustika Muhibah for a course [Kursus Pra-L]. For 6 hours! Oh-oh! 3 hours in class and 3 hours driving in the track.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For the first 3 hours it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; OK and the teacher was great too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the next 3 hours was like a disaster! LOL. My driving was OK but I got a bit confused about the breaks. The instructor said "Break! Break!" and I didn't. When he said "Don't break!" and I did. I was driving him nuts. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I got home my left leg was "falling asleep" because of all the pressing that clutch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then, my dad took me and mommy to Kuala Perlis to meet up with his student that's going to graduate tomorrow. They were from Thai and his niece was nice and 25. So we became friends. But, I forgot to ask her for her email address. You know me right? I'm like the computer nerd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After that, about 10 o'clock we went to UUM to see my cousin. My mind kinda remembered UUM was having a convocation so what does that means? For all the girls out there, it means shopping! [Ekspo ape ntah dia pggl].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I bough &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this cute bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_diKcU5JHtZk/Sc3md_eeulI/AAAAAAAAABs/_LM7muUp830/s1600-h/SNV30467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_diKcU5JHtZk/Sc3md_eeulI/AAAAAAAAABs/_LM7muUp830/s400/SNV30467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318160137924295250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Mommy bought some dates. [Some? Is 1 Kg a lil?]. And daddy bought a tree. Funny, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8568781994498655230-6972174613077266269?l=babyface151.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/feeds/6972174613077266269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8568781994498655230&amp;postID=6972174613077266269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/6972174613077266269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/6972174613077266269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/2009/03/busy-day.html' title='Busy Day'/><author><name>Emma Pinkcess Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17223853243292741083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8bzU6Fih5Q/Tbj_JiUDuDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vB-e8Q2CEjc/s220/SNV38064.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_diKcU5JHtZk/Sc3md_eeulI/AAAAAAAAABs/_LM7muUp830/s72-c/SNV30467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8568781994498655230.post-3796260015228819916</id><published>2009-03-13T08:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:51:02.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Out Now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The moment that I waited for, like, forever is happening!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Today's the world premiere of her new video - If You Seek Amy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I've been listening to this song before the video was even out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I love her red heels in this video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Check it out and buy me those heels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What? I'm just a girl. I don't ask much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Just gimme those heels! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="284"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r-tJiXTLZJE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r-tJiXTLZJE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="284"&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/8568781994498655230-3796260015228819916?l=babyface151.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/feeds/3796260015228819916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8568781994498655230&amp;postID=3796260015228819916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/3796260015228819916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/3796260015228819916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-out-now.html' title='It&apos;s Out Now!'/><author><name>Emma Pinkcess Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17223853243292741083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8bzU6Fih5Q/Tbj_JiUDuDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vB-e8Q2CEjc/s220/SNV38064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8568781994498655230.post-5118215998418952588</id><published>2009-02-27T20:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:48:04.563-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Allah SWT'/><title type='text'>Gotta Get My Head In The Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What game am I talking about? It's a game that the player is only you and the venue is at school. Yup! It's the game of studying. Since little I wanted to be this and that but how am I suppose to get 'em if this week my brain is like a frozen hamburger? I mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hello Emma? Wake up!"&lt;/span&gt;. Puan Lai was teaching us math and what was I doing? I don't know. My body was in class but soul was flying  in the air searching for fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And during English, we were studying The Pearl and what was I doing? Laughing and giggling with my friends at the back. C'mon. What type of prefect am I? We can't play in class [what a pathetic thing to say] just like Sir Syahrul told us a bunch of times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Prefect-have to take care of SMJ's dignity. We're not perfect but hell yes we have to act like we're the perfect prefect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Starting next week I gotta redeem myself and cover up all the lessons I missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But before that I gotta recover from the problems that has been bugging me the past week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And to Allah SWT, I hope You can accept me as Your humble slave again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I didn't mean to say harsh and rude words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Friends told me that people only think of Allah when they're in need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But me? I tend to forget Allah and now I want to repent myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To people who see me as a different person for the past week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1. I apologize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2. I said bad things to this girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3. I pushed away my loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4. I pulled a long face when over stupid things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8568781994498655230-5118215998418952588?l=babyface151.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/feeds/5118215998418952588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8568781994498655230&amp;postID=5118215998418952588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/5118215998418952588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/5118215998418952588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/2009/02/gotta-get-my-head-in-game.html' title='Gotta Get My Head In The Game'/><author><name>Emma Pinkcess Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17223853243292741083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8bzU6Fih5Q/Tbj_JiUDuDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vB-e8Q2CEjc/s220/SNV38064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8568781994498655230.post-2171344686180250243</id><published>2009-02-20T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:37:17.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kursus Kepimpinan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Last Thursday, 19th February all the prefect had to go for a kursus at school. It was awesome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Divided into 6 groups. Me, Dina, Haris, Syazwan, William, Aina, Fatin, Zura etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Group name = H2o. Funny eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I dunno what to tell 'cause so much happened on that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Later that noon me, Faten, Pikah, Am and Reza had a study group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Chemistry! owh-no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;On this Sunday we have to take that test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;We studied 'till 4.30 'cause Pikah had to go for her tuition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then, talked talked talked talked talked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Leadership is the art of getting someone else to do something you want done because he wants to"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-Dwight Eisenhower-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8568781994498655230-2171344686180250243?l=babyface151.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/feeds/2171344686180250243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8568781994498655230&amp;postID=2171344686180250243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/2171344686180250243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/2171344686180250243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/2009/02/kursus-kepimpinan.html' title='Kursus Kepimpinan'/><author><name>Emma Pinkcess Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17223853243292741083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8bzU6Fih5Q/Tbj_JiUDuDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vB-e8Q2CEjc/s220/SNV38064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8568781994498655230.post-3783218340674517832</id><published>2009-01-23T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:36:36.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Britney!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm glad Britney is rising up and not involved in her crazy world creating huge scenes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But as her loyal fan I'll support her 110% not matter what people say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I loved her since I was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;9 years old.&lt;/span&gt; Kinda young, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, I'm 17 and still loving her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Go Brit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/727/727113y910yplock.gif" border="0" width="17" height="14" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's her new single, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Circus&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gzrFjFHOY-s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gzrFjFHOY-s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8568781994498655230-3783218340674517832?l=babyface151.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/feeds/3783218340674517832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8568781994498655230&amp;postID=3783218340674517832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/3783218340674517832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/3783218340674517832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/2009/01/britney.html' title='Britney!'/><author><name>Emma Pinkcess Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17223853243292741083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8bzU6Fih5Q/Tbj_JiUDuDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vB-e8Q2CEjc/s220/SNV38064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8568781994498655230.post-1468599397934135994</id><published>2009-01-22T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:14:51.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_diKcU5JHtZk/SXlBYfLpHhI/AAAAAAAAABU/0NX35gnbfNk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_diKcU5JHtZk/SXlBYfLpHhI/AAAAAAAAABU/0NX35gnbfNk/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294334725893725714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, was the most best day ever in history of best of the best year ever [W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hat am I talking 'bout?]. Anyway, td ade cross country kt tasik darul aman tu. Ape ntah name specific tempat tu. Ala pndek kata tmpt "wet catch" [tgkap basah. Ishk2]. But that day xde wet catch naaa. It was clean, clear and holy. Hehe. Yeah, right! Like it was that clean. After we went home the place was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; a huge dump.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e just start from the beginning to give you readers a head start. I gave a short briefing 'cause I was in charge to divide them into groups. PC. Pasukan Cemas. Tp not us yg cemas. Hehe..  Just helpin out time cemas.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then, aerobic! my favorite part. bez gler! Me and Boy and the rest of PBSM did it on the edge of other people 'cause senang nk g ke check point masing2 lpas tu. Me and Boy wat serentak and seiring. Mcm tgh menari tango dua owg kt ctu. hehe. Dina plak snap pic time tu. malu gler.. hukhuk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_diKcU5JHtZk/SXlC1V3At7I/AAAAAAAAABc/I5pBYhd3jGc/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_diKcU5JHtZk/SXlC1V3At7I/AAAAAAAAABc/I5pBYhd3jGc/s400/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294336321119106994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pumpampumpam. jeng2. Then, I was with 6 other PBSM jge kt bahagian depan pmulaan cuz tkt tolak2 pastu jatuh tergolek plak kan. Tp Alhamdulillah xde pn. Tkt gler cuz I was standing exactly at tepi jalan. Tp ntah mcm mane tbe2 terberdiri di an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tara owg tgh lari. So ape lg. I was freaked out and xbleyh gerak. Nnt kne lggar. Just imagine a bird standing in between a huge herd of wild horses. Any sudden move can make the lil birdie vitaly injured. haa! that was like what I felt.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=52197130&amp;amp;albumID=2878656&amp;amp;imageID=48621483"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images02/29/3f52931b5353493296c6a0648f122905/m.jpg" alt="Pulon" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to the finish line. And this part I was so busy handling people who fell down etc.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;blablabla.. I was doing my job. It all ended when everything was cooled down a bit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pastu part ni bez cuz ddk bwh khemah [bukan khemah tp ape ntah] rmai2. Ade faten, wina, ros, paan, dik jat, pikah, mier0ol, boy, ila n arif. Ddk 1 geng. And boy was cool. We cheered and laughed and booed each other. ptt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; nye kt tmpt tu bnyk geng zamrud. tp kre ape. ktowg maen belah jew. Hehe. boy umah delima but he was so excited so he cheered for zamrud. hehe. And I did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=52197130&amp;amp;albumID=2878656&amp;amp;imageID=48621179"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images02/11/4a7515210bbe4721aa475185ca9b9288/m.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=52197130&amp;amp;albumID=2878656&amp;amp;imageID=48621319"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images02/59/aaf32c12c3a1435b88ccb721e9885c93/m.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before I went home I waited for my dad under a free with udin and his two sisters and other ppl joined us. mkn2 kt sne. dpt 3 nasik tp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; udin kebas 1. haa! bg la kt dia tp dia xmo cte dlm blog dia so i'll te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ll in mine. Hehe.. jgn mrh taw udin. then 5 mins after daddy came so i had to go.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We were like a big happy family eating under a tree. udin tersedak when I said that. Hehe.. that udin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll miss him after spm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_diKcU5JHtZk/SXk-fIoI_1I/AAAAAAAAABM/WKuWKGYRH_g/s1600-h/SNV39701.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/_diKcU5JHtZk/SXk-fIoI_1I/AAAAAAAAABM/WKuWKGYRH_g/s320/SNV39701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294331541563440978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8568781994498655230-1468599397934135994?l=babyface151.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/feeds/1468599397934135994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8568781994498655230&amp;postID=1468599397934135994' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/1468599397934135994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/1468599397934135994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/2009/01/cross-country.html' title='Cross Country'/><author><name>Emma Pinkcess Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17223853243292741083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8bzU6Fih5Q/Tbj_JiUDuDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vB-e8Q2CEjc/s220/SNV38064.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_diKcU5JHtZk/SXlBYfLpHhI/AAAAAAAAABU/0NX35gnbfNk/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8568781994498655230.post-608088004791831620</id><published>2009-01-18T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T01:28:48.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma? Who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who am I actually?&lt;br /&gt;You hear people saying my name but do you know me?&lt;br /&gt;I mean REALLY know me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, my name isn't Emma. That's just my nickname given to me since I was young.&lt;br /&gt;My birth name is Hazimah Bt. Mohd Dan. My mom says it means "anak solehah yang bijaksana".&lt;br /&gt;But, is it true?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Let you be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, that's about my name.&lt;br /&gt;Clear? Ok great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is my age.&lt;br /&gt;I was born on 15th January 1992.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be a genius to figure that out.&lt;br /&gt;This BIG 09 I'm 17.&lt;br /&gt;Yup 17.&lt;br /&gt;I'm growing day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that,&lt;br /&gt;people say I have my mom's look.&lt;br /&gt;And have my dad's wavy hair.&lt;br /&gt;Am I that cute you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm have a very low confidence.&lt;br /&gt;And I love it that way and want to let it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=52197130&amp;amp;albumID=2823824&amp;amp;imageID=46165508"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images02/34/fd60e1f2d3374f0b9e57bbe6b700179f/m.jpg" alt="I  Girls" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I great friends in my life and so thankful to Allah.&lt;br /&gt;Aten, Rosy Rose, Shikin, Nad, Wawa, Wina.&lt;br /&gt;Pikah naomi, Mier0ol, Udin, Aliuddin, Krowl, Hani.&lt;br /&gt;Fizi, Nwa, Syahir, Finaz, Fiqa, Grah, Eika.&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah, Ecah, Paan, Dik Jat, Farah.&lt;br /&gt;Wani, Fizah, Icha, Rosma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mannn.. Didn't know I had so many friends until I listed 'em out.&lt;br /&gt;(for those name that are not listed here I beg your apology. But you're still my friend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=52197130&amp;amp;albumID=2823824&amp;amp;imageID=47116735"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images02/13/b9f4191a16db47e19bb14b0dbd0b5145/m.jpg" alt="Pink_Cess Diva" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: arial;"&gt;Guess this is the shortest summary about me.&lt;br /&gt;Leave your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;comment&lt;/span&gt; if you're not satisfied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8568781994498655230-608088004791831620?l=babyface151.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/feeds/608088004791831620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8568781994498655230&amp;postID=608088004791831620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/608088004791831620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/608088004791831620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/2009/01/emma-who.html' title='Emma? Who?'/><author><name>Emma Pinkcess Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17223853243292741083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8bzU6Fih5Q/Tbj_JiUDuDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vB-e8Q2CEjc/s220/SNV38064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8568781994498655230.post-8232826444460270391</id><published>2009-01-17T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T04:51:58.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday = School = Sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;wait? what? skewl sucks? i've gone mad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;it doesn't sucks. well for some ppl it does but im kinda a nerd so i love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;its just that i hate goin to skewl today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;yela ari sabtu owg ddk diam2 kt umah tp ni x..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;we had to go cuz nk ganti cuti raya cina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;xpe la kn. dlu raya kte, kte cuti smggu gak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;so let 'em be and have fun during their lunar new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;xpe la kn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;bkn nk cte yg tu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;sje jew post cuz bowink nieyh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;skewl was fine and it was the 1st day i wore my blazer to skewl cuz ade ceramah td..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;but u know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;all the prefect sat at the back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;(on chairs tp student laen ddk bwh..hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;we were so bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;i mean serious bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;dh la pns pkai blazer..adoiyhh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;pastu tym blk i was in such a rush..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;yela..klas ict cancel so nk blk la ngan van..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;running in my new Carlo Rino shoes..huhu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;im such a diva..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;hurmm.. actually bkn diva tp kdg2 tu tkt gak klu lari pkai kasut bru..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;klu kasut lama bantai gak lew..hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;owhh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;n fiqa, my dearest junior from skewl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;(i'll tell bout her soon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;i was IMing her and she said "pinklue"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;what a funny word..hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;pink + blue = pinklue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;pink stuff but i have to wear a blue baju kurung..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;nooooooooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;post again soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;nk smbung buli fiqa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8568781994498655230-8232826444460270391?l=babyface151.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/feeds/8232826444460270391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8568781994498655230&amp;postID=8232826444460270391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/8232826444460270391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/8232826444460270391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturday-school-sucks.html' title='Saturday = School = Sucks'/><author><name>Emma Pinkcess Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17223853243292741083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8bzU6Fih5Q/Tbj_JiUDuDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vB-e8Q2CEjc/s220/SNV38064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8568781994498655230.post-5995050184004262397</id><published>2009-01-16T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T01:35:53.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday [Part 4]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;part4 plak nk cte ape jd after skewl. this is my fav part ever! after skewl klua g alor star cuz nk beli blazer, kasut and some books 4 skewl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  mle2 g kdai perabut and couches cuz daddy wanted to buy i dunno what. on the way into the store my fon rang. guess who? it was my lovely, caring, n potpet2 sis (guess i got the potpet2 from her..hehe.. 4give me sis. joking only). x smpat nk ckp hello cuz she sang happy bday and added some sentences. versi remix kot. hehe. the ayat was "aunty su ble nk bg ridzuan present" in the happy bday song tune. she's funny and i like dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  pompam..pompam..pompam n tuptuptup smpai alor star mall. g cri blazer brand Futama or Futara. i dunno but ade bnyi Fu kt dpn. pastu kasut Crocodile ade tp heels tggl sgt. Carlo Rino pn ade rse tkt nk beli cuz heels mcm tggi tp x tggi. so jmpe ayh kt kete ngan ati yg kecewa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  then we went to Pacific. not the pacific ocean but pacific at alor star gak. kat ctu msk kdai bata dlu. tp kasut mcm xcntk jew. wasnt my style (what is my style?). then we went on the 1st floor i think. ade Carlo rino gak. cntk. pastu turun blk ke kdai bata cuz kst kt ats mcm tggi2. tp syg nye there wasnt my size. i think a have abnormal feet. pastu naek blk. hehe.. jd keje btl turun naek turun naek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  there i eventually bought Carlo Rino. xtaw la sir nk mrh kew x cuz the heels were more than 3CM. in our buku peraturan skewl kasut pgawas xleyh lbeyh 3 cm tp what the hell. bantai jew. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  then bought some books for my upcoming SPM. owh i 4got to crite ape yg mom beli kt alor star mall for me. she bought me a cute pink sepit 4 my selendang. cuz skang mls nk pkai tudung. pkai slendeng jew cukowp. maen2 lilit2 jew..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  then we went home. on the car i asked my dad to have dinner at secret recipe and he said "ala kedai tutuowp dah". i bounced back and said its stil open. so he brought us to Jitra. ate at secret recipe. i ordered pan grilled dory fish with lobster sauce and oreo milkshake. then tbe2 dad ordered a whole cheesecake. my mom and i picked the cake. hazelnut cheesecake. it was the cake of the month. sdappppppppp.. but we ate the cake at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=52197130&amp;amp;albumID=2866083&amp;amp;imageID=48276260"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images02/21/ba41df0245ed4284b5ddbe8cb148c101/m.jpg" alt="Pan Grilled Dory Fish With Lobster Sauce" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  pompampompampompam.. dah mlm and my bday was almost over. so sad. =[ tp nk wt mcm mane.&lt;br /&gt;next year ade lg if Allah would give me another year to live. Insya Allah. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  For my 17th bday i would like to thank Allah for giving me a chance to have fun on my 17th bday. btl ckp owg. Allah tahan jap rezeki and simpan hikmah disebalik my horrible 16th bday. thanks to my parents to a blast. my sisters bros. n lastly yo my friends whom were always there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=52197130&amp;amp;albumID=2866083&amp;amp;imageID=48276195"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images02/26/74eb096bfc32419191a1a5b4ccc227db/m.jpg" alt="Hazelnut Cheesecake" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Alhamdulillah.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8568781994498655230-5995050184004262397?l=babyface151.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/feeds/5995050184004262397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8568781994498655230&amp;postID=5995050184004262397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/5995050184004262397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/5995050184004262397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/2009/01/birthday-part-4.html' title='Birthday [Part 4]'/><author><name>Emma Pinkcess Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17223853243292741083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8bzU6Fih5Q/Tbj_JiUDuDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vB-e8Q2CEjc/s220/SNV38064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8568781994498655230.post-7487174292622438478</id><published>2009-01-16T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T01:41:20.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday [Part 3]</title><content type='html'>this is part 3. things dat happen at skewl and on the way to skewl.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Like always pak cik hasyim will pick me up after faris. then we'll go to dalina's place. she opened the door and stood there 4 awhile and said "happy birthday emma!" very loud. I mean VERY loud. i was so suprised dat she remembered my bday. then pak cik wished me then tasya. he said "owh bday emma ka? xpa jap g pak cik blanja".   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    i got to skewl at 7.30 and on the way to my class finaz gave me a cute teddy bear keychain. guess what? it was pink! thanks finaz for the gift. i love u dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    then i got into class and ppl stared at me differently than always cuz i it was the first day i wore my prefect kurung. i got many comments from my friends. along said i looked janggal. on said i look kacak. farisya said i looked so blue and yup. i was so blue. faten (my very best friend in the world) said i looked pretty. i juz love the way how she said nice things bout me eventhough im not dat pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    at noon we had a meeting. pbsm. i love jd ahli pbsm. yela ske tlg owg wlupn dri sndri pn x tertolong. hehe... ckgu n alif snarai name sume bdk2 senior (hey im a senior) cuz nk lantik bg ade jawatan. it was crowded like.. well i dunno like what. mcm biase klu ade activity kne bwk bku ko-k and minx sign ckgu. and then after the others got sign ckgu dorang trus pulang ke rumah masing2 ngan aman damai. yg tggl juz name2 bdk yg ckgu list kn. i was one of them. pndk kata mier0ol jd pgerusi n i was naib pgerusi. bla..bla.. bnyk la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    pastu dlm 1.55 pnye la kalowt cuz tkt van tggl. lari sne cni. n i wore heels dat day. byg kn la. runnin in heels. skt kaki gue.. huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    smpai kt van trus blk. but where's my drink or pak abu's kropok lekor? pak cik jnji nk blanje.. huhu. tp xpe. i dun care. its the thought that counts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8568781994498655230-7487174292622438478?l=babyface151.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/feeds/7487174292622438478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8568781994498655230&amp;postID=7487174292622438478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/7487174292622438478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/7487174292622438478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/2009/01/birthday-part-3.html' title='Birthday [Part 3]'/><author><name>Emma Pinkcess Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17223853243292741083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8bzU6Fih5Q/Tbj_JiUDuDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vB-e8Q2CEjc/s220/SNV38064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8568781994498655230.post-2222211592848820006</id><published>2009-01-16T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T01:28:46.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday [Part 2]</title><content type='html'>haa! anda sume dah bersedia utk part 2?? u gotta read part 1 1st. hey. what? yela ak skema. but didnt yo mama ever told u to do things systematic? so klu x bce lg part 1 sila bce dlu. klu bce dah then bru bce part 2 ni, klu x ak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;qimbowk&lt;/span&gt; ampa sume (pinjam ayt ustazah ismawani jap).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So mle2 nk cte what happened on the eve of my birthday. i was so bummed out dat nyte but thank god my friend/classmate/monitor, udin, texted me so we chat like always and somehow i kinda burst out my problems. i said some stupid things. but u wanna know what? he was so good to me. he reminded me 'bout Allah and how i should be glad that He gave me 16 good healthy years and 'bout to give me another year. thanks to him u got over my problems. its like this, last year my sweet 16 sucks with a capital S. mannn. i couldnt 4get dat day outta my head. but its like a year ago so i gotta get over it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    dat nyte i fell asleep early cuz i dun wanna think about the next day. so scared so think about things dat are about to happen on 15th January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    when i was sound asleep and dreaming bout something (cant remember or did i didnt dream at all?), i got 10 text messages. i read all of them like 4 o'clock in the morning (i always wake up in the middle of the nyte and i dunno y). some ppl dat i didnt thought would wish me a happy birthday actually did and it suprised me like hell. some of 'em were finaz (i love her as a sis), mier0ol my best bud that we dont see eye to eye, mia, aliuddin, my bro azizi, farah tomeyl, ieda, me best bud aten dat doll face, atirah, taqwa, fiqah n bla..bla..bla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    dat morning i woke up so happy that i didnt felt lyk taking a shower but i did ok? what do u think i am? some kinda pig??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    but my mom kept silent and didnt say anything. b4 i went to skewl i said "mak. ari ni bday owg. mak x wish pn" the she wished me a happy bday. i wasnt offended cuz i understand my mom was bz in the morning so she kinda 4got.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8568781994498655230-2222211592848820006?l=babyface151.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/feeds/2222211592848820006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8568781994498655230&amp;postID=2222211592848820006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/2222211592848820006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/2222211592848820006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/2009/01/birthday-part-2.html' title='Birthday [Part 2]'/><author><name>Emma Pinkcess Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17223853243292741083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8bzU6Fih5Q/Tbj_JiUDuDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vB-e8Q2CEjc/s220/SNV38064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8568781994498655230.post-7409929473559421801</id><published>2009-01-16T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T01:14:20.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday [ Part 1]</title><content type='html'>God. i suck in this website. Ssh gler lew.. kekurangan kepahaman ku (sowie ckgu fadzilah 4 my broken BM..ngee~~). Haa! mle larh nk mlalut mcm dlu2. Actually I'm here to talk 'bout my bday.&lt;br /&gt;yea sy budak pulon SMJ. hukhuk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I still remember the day that mom told all 'bout the day I was born. mcm ni cte dia. tym awl2 1992 my famly bru jew pindah g sintok (rse nye larh) n tym tu xde fon. So mom dibiuskan so i would come out early. yela cuz tkt pape jd kt mak tym sume xde kt umah. dah la fon xde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    On 15th January 1992 at 12.18 noon&lt;/span&gt; the pinkcess diva was born. my mom ckp doc ape ntah smbut. Doc ahmad kot. or watever his name is. anyway, bkn nk cte pasal dia. its all 'bout me in this page.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    mom said i had big huge eyes when i was an hour old (ptt lew mte skang pn freakishly large) and had thick black curly hair. tp skang rmbut xde la small curly hair. agk wavy n big curls klu pnjg. ishkk..ape ni ckp pasal aurat. klua tjk dah ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    mom terkejut gak cuz all babies would sleep all day but not me. i was awake most of the time and look all over the room. mom said dad terkejut the first time he laid my eyes on me. yela baby laen tdo tp my eyes were opened seeing everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    along said that she was so bored when my other sis was born (kak ude) cuz she was sleepin all day but then when she looked at me she got bored too cuz i would juz lie down and refuse to go to sleep. no wonder now i sleep late at nyte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    well dats all 'bout me during the day i was born. sorry for the mixed language and broken english and BM. nak wt mcm mane. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"kita tak hebat"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8568781994498655230-7409929473559421801?l=babyface151.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/feeds/7409929473559421801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8568781994498655230&amp;postID=7409929473559421801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/7409929473559421801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/7409929473559421801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/2009/01/birthday-part-1.html' title='Birthday [ Part 1]'/><author><name>Emma Pinkcess Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17223853243292741083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8bzU6Fih5Q/Tbj_JiUDuDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vB-e8Q2CEjc/s220/SNV38064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8568781994498655230.post-1384319992555084282</id><published>2009-01-01T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T05:42:11.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big '09</title><content type='html'>1 January '09 is the most horrible new year ever! I woke up a bit cranky today and I was suppost to go to school today to do some things but somehow I canceled at the last minute. I was so bummed! It sucks with a capital S. How am I gonna survive a full year if I had the worst new year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe I'm just over reacting here. Before noon, I went shopping for school supplies with my mom and bro (he just got back from Shah Alam). At first I didn't wanna talk to anybody but almost not an hour later I was easily smiling with joy. You wanna know why? Like always I bought EVERYTHING pink. The best part was my bro and mom said "not that", "you already have that" or "we're over budget" but they let me bought anything I wanted. It showed that eventhough they won't let me bought those things but they did 'cause they understand that I have pink-sinkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurmmm.. I have nothing left to say here. Sorry if I babble too much. Can't wait to go to school (not 'cause to learn and get loads of homework but the meet-my-friends-part).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata '08 and hello to the BIG '09!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8568781994498655230-1384319992555084282?l=babyface151.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/feeds/1384319992555084282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8568781994498655230&amp;postID=1384319992555084282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/1384319992555084282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568781994498655230/posts/default/1384319992555084282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyface151.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-09.html' title='Big &apos;09'/><author><name>Emma Pinkcess Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17223853243292741083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8bzU6Fih5Q/Tbj_JiUDuDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vB-e8Q2CEjc/s220/SNV38064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
