<?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-3020977122132306432</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:27:57.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story OF My Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofmylifes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020977122132306432/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofmylifes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>yenz_07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606628210013582442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9C_GqKMTRic/Si-k4lmVx-I/AAAAAAAAAAg/KpyBz_SrjwQ/S220/picture2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020977122132306432.post-7866107085467016564</id><published>2009-06-10T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T07:03:14.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku SUKA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9C_GqKMTRic/Si-72ltEJSI/AAAAAAAAABI/IOnsj5ZAEVI/s1600-h/n615686461_1252636_4375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9C_GqKMTRic/Si-72ltEJSI/AAAAAAAAABI/IOnsj5ZAEVI/s200/n615686461_1252636_4375.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345697829220525346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9C_GqKMTRic/Si-72VbDFcI/AAAAAAAAABA/PmRqvNn9yEk/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9C_GqKMTRic/Si-72VbDFcI/AAAAAAAAABA/PmRqvNn9yEk/s200/Image021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345697824849991106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Dh berkurun since my last post.Aku konon2 bz.wahwahwah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Aku suka???hurm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;~aku suka bila hati gumbira..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;~aku suka bila aku dapat apa yg aku nak..[lots..but,ikut priority,k?harap2 dapat.mybe,a gud life..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;~aku suka bila aku ada kawan yang deserved the word [KAWAN@ FRIENDS]..be there 4 me owez.I think I got my best friends.hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;~aku suka bila aku berada bersama family yg aku sayangi n rindui slalu.[daddy..nk blk!!!I miz ya!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;~aku suka bila aku boleh buat seseorang yg aku sayang HAPPY [xD.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;~aku suka bila aku dapat makan makanan yang sedap2. [hobi saya ialah makan.terima kasih]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;~aku suka bila aku boleh shopping sampai la mood shopping tuh ilang. [hobi yg boleh dibuat ujung bulan]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;~aku suka tgk orang yang cantik n hensem. [aku rase ciptaan Tuhan tuh terlalu indah]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;~aku suka bila aku berjaya buat kerja yg aku rase susah. [rasa diri hebat!!..hahaha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;~aku suka bila aku rasa selesa n yakin dengan diri sendiri..[luv being myself..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;~aku suka bila aku boleh mendengar musik sambil menyanyi,means melalak..[music is my LIFE!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;~aku suka party time..[release tension,tp x boleh slalu]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;~aku suka membaca buku yang best2.[suka pjm buku bobby,aunt lina n aunt olie.xde duit nk bl]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;~aku suka keluar lepak ngan member2..[sy mg x boleh duduk lame kt bilik.boleh pengsan kebosanan]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;~aku suka hidup ini.....aku suka..aku suka..aku suka la...lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;p/s: today my aunt tunang n I rindu nk blk miri...mesti diorng kumpul ramai2. I luv d time when my big family buat gathering. I think I'm a family type of person.Like my daddy...we close to each other.Who else we got???I got my family.Luv them so..so...so..much..Air mata mengalir..:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;~aku suka tukar jd sedih la pulak.huhu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-&gt;XoXo&lt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020977122132306432-7866107085467016564?l=storyofmylifes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofmylifes.blogspot.com/feeds/7866107085467016564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storyofmylifes.blogspot.com/2009/06/aku-suka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020977122132306432/posts/default/7866107085467016564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020977122132306432/posts/default/7866107085467016564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofmylifes.blogspot.com/2009/06/aku-suka.html' title='Aku SUKA'/><author><name>yenz_07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606628210013582442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9C_GqKMTRic/Si-k4lmVx-I/AAAAAAAAAAg/KpyBz_SrjwQ/S220/picture2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9C_GqKMTRic/Si-72ltEJSI/AAAAAAAAABI/IOnsj5ZAEVI/s72-c/n615686461_1252636_4375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020977122132306432.post-5365460085262381241</id><published>2009-06-03T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T07:47:22.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I think I need a vacation.Penat la nak tengok and hadapi bende yang same jek setiap hari.I respect for those people yang boleh tahan bekerja like for years at the same place.wow!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I can't stand it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Tambah2 lagi got some team members yang suke nk push2 setiap hari like we cannot have time to take a break sedikit pun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I hate it!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Then,nak ditambahkan ketidakseronokan kerja nih,dh la x dapat gaji..kene plak buat keje yang memang otak I gagal berfungsi dengan baik,dan bila dah x faham,I malas nk buat.huhu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Sori la..memang I mcm ni. I admit it!!! But, It doesn't mean u can act like too bossy arah itu ini then, sebenarnye u sendiri pun xtau nk buat.demmit!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I am Done. I really need a vacation..I'm getting one very soon.Daaaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-XoXo-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020977122132306432-5365460085262381241?l=storyofmylifes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofmylifes.blogspot.com/feeds/5365460085262381241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storyofmylifes.blogspot.com/2009/06/vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020977122132306432/posts/default/5365460085262381241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020977122132306432/posts/default/5365460085262381241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofmylifes.blogspot.com/2009/06/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>yenz_07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606628210013582442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9C_GqKMTRic/Si-k4lmVx-I/AAAAAAAAAAg/KpyBz_SrjwQ/S220/picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020977122132306432.post-107870296895286487</id><published>2009-05-17T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T10:08:38.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lesson to learn(17 May 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;It’s kinda a funny story but a bit horror for me to think about it happens again. It starts when I felt bored staying alone in my room. My roommate, Amie went to Muar to meet her mother-in –law for the 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt; time.haha...actually, her bf family organized a “Majlis Tahlil” and his mum asked Amie to join along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;For ur info, I never ever left alone or stay alone in my room for a weekend before. I will either hang out with my friend or I will go back to Subang. But, this weekend..kinda lazy to going back to Subang. So, I planned to stay here in my room, alone. But, I didn’t realize that I will get bored till death. haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Then, I phone and asked my friend, Akma to go out with me. We planned to meet n hang out at KLCC. Then, I dressed up n left my room around 2pm. I waited for the commuter bus about half and hours..then suddenly, get fed up, but luckily there’s a taxi pass by and I stop it then straight away to the commuter station...I paid RM10 for the taxi and what a surprised I only got the last RM10 that I used to paid for the taxi in my wallet.WTF!!!! but, I try to calm down then thanks God there’s a 7-eleven near the commuter station, there must got an ATM machine so I can withdraw some money. I straight away to the 7-eleven and when I open up my wallet, then there’s another surprise waiting me there.WTF!!!WTF!!!(2 times cursing)- Again....my CIMB’s bank card was not there in my wallet. OMG!!!!OMG!!! I remember that I left the card inside my other pants because I went to withdraw some money about 2 days ago and the card still there in my jeans. I wanna cry at that time. Can you imagine what a situation I’m in at that time????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Suddenly, I called my friend, Akma telling her about the situation I have. She said that she wants to come and meet me at the commuter station then I realized that it was very far for her to come from the Bukit Teratai, Cheras to meet me here in Serdang station. Oooppps!!Forgot to tell you guys, I got the other bank card which is Maybank’s card, but there’s no money inside it and I told Akma about it and she asked me to give my Maybank account no. Luckily, my account no written on the bank card. xD.. She bank in RM50 into my account. Withdraw it. But...., plan cancelled. We both agreed not to proceed with our plan because all this matter and I’m out of mood already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;So, there’s a lesson to learn here. What people always said “Sediakan payung sebelum hujan”. Actually, not really in into my situations but...boleh la...just make sure people...check your belongings before you left your place to go to any places you wish to go. Adios!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&gt;XoXo&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020977122132306432-107870296895286487?l=storyofmylifes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofmylifes.blogspot.com/feeds/107870296895286487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storyofmylifes.blogspot.com/2009/05/lesson-to-learn17-may-2009.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020977122132306432/posts/default/107870296895286487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020977122132306432/posts/default/107870296895286487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofmylifes.blogspot.com/2009/05/lesson-to-learn17-may-2009.html' title='A lesson to learn(17 May 2009)'/><author><name>yenz_07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606628210013582442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9C_GqKMTRic/Si-k4lmVx-I/AAAAAAAAAAg/KpyBz_SrjwQ/S220/picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020977122132306432.post-1701478818057237098</id><published>2009-05-11T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T09:44:23.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;It was an unlucky day today when my teeth suddenly don’t feel good. Oh my god..I got a toothache!!!!!damn. There’s a new teeth come out to see the world I think. But, seriously, it’s doesn’t feel good at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;I was out of mood for the whole day + with a bad internet connection at the faculty makes it worse. What a day!!!urghhh....hope that the time pass more faster so I can go back to my room and have a good rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.00pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Punch out and run back to the college. I have to cook something for diner with AMIE, and USOP. Just cooked simple fried rice + anchovies + egg. Yummy!! (Actually no mood to eat anything with such condition)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Diner at 8.30pm, then facebook and ym till now (12.35pm). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Till next time.bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Hugs n kisses;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-&gt;XoXo&lt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020977122132306432-1701478818057237098?l=storyofmylifes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofmylifes.blogspot.com/feeds/1701478818057237098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storyofmylifes.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020977122132306432/posts/default/1701478818057237098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020977122132306432/posts/default/1701478818057237098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofmylifes.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-day.html' title='What a day'/><author><name>yenz_07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606628210013582442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9C_GqKMTRic/Si-k4lmVx-I/AAAAAAAAAAg/KpyBz_SrjwQ/S220/picture2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020977122132306432.post-8087825509593017677</id><published>2009-05-08T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T05:39:34.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m Just not PERFECT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9C_GqKMTRic/SgQnqq0sQZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/B7csSrOxn0U/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9C_GqKMTRic/SgQnqq0sQZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/B7csSrOxn0U/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333431472716792210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Every day I wish to be someone better. All the fuss and terrible thing gone well as what I wished it should be. Somehow, it seems too difficult every little time I tried to make it better all the time. Not all the time, maybe sometimes.... But, in mind I know that I’m not a perfect person. I’m sorry....for being not perfect at all. Even when I dressed well, somehow my hair don’t, even I’m good in sport, but somehow I will get tired. .even I always keep my temper out, but somehow it bust out when I can’t stand it. Seem that I’m not perfect at all. I’m just human who got weaknesses here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I’m just not PERFECT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;But, I got something to prove to my family, friends and somebody...that I’m good in the way I are. I’m good in being myself. I’m good in being a daughter, sister even a friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I think I’m good in my study when there is an effort I put on it and keep focus. Keep focus on study, as what my daddy used to remind me every time. I’ll keep on trying daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I’m not a princess...Who will keep wearing girly clothes and make up all the time, keep smiling without no worries seem like she was a very perfect beautiful little princess...without any problems comes to mind at night before the eyes going to close (sleep), but I dressed and act as what I like to, not as what people love to see me in. I smile when I’m happy, I have a good sleep when there’s a no problems bother me, I shopping when I like to, I laugh out loud when I feel it’s funny, I eat what I love most, I talk as what I used to talk, I.....do anything I like to do whenever I feel I like to do it. That’s it! ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Thanks God for giving me a good and happy life with my loving families and friends all this time. Thanks God for what I am now, being myself. Let me keeping on with my life rhythm as what I wish it should be. I’m perfect in the way I are that only time can change me for a better perfect person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-&gt;XoXo&lt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020977122132306432-8087825509593017677?l=storyofmylifes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofmylifes.blogspot.com/feeds/8087825509593017677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storyofmylifes.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-just-not-perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020977122132306432/posts/default/8087825509593017677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020977122132306432/posts/default/8087825509593017677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofmylifes.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-just-not-perfect.html' title='I’m Just not PERFECT!!!'/><author><name>yenz_07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606628210013582442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9C_GqKMTRic/Si-k4lmVx-I/AAAAAAAAAAg/KpyBz_SrjwQ/S220/picture2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9C_GqKMTRic/SgQnqq0sQZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/B7csSrOxn0U/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
