<?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-2855733576714710035</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:50:35.163+08:00</updated><category term='i need my hero.'/><category term='sometimes I feel that friends doesn&apos;t exist.'/><category term='SHE&apos;S GONE .'/><title type='text'>* TitiJepun *</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-4340991642973032599</id><published>2008-04-20T18:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T12:04:40.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'VE MOVED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/"&gt;relink me pls.&lt;/a&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/2855733576714710035-4340991642973032599?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/4340991642973032599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=4340991642973032599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/4340991642973032599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/4340991642973032599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2008/04/game-over-sayonara-people.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-2926252365311028614</id><published>2008-04-19T23:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:03:47.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;" I'm going to a birthday party today. Tomorrow I'll be going to APM in KL. Meet you next week okay "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WHATEVERRRRR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't give a damn about your life anymore lah. I feel you don't even exist right now. So much for trusting that you'll be there for me when I'm down.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't figure out why I call you my dearest one in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;s&gt;Azhar&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SAobwNttjAI/AAAAAAAAAN0/DYQXqRzK138/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190992035626978306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SAobwNttjAI/AAAAAAAAAN0/DYQXqRzK138/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Much gratefulness to &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nanee&lt;/span&gt; for dragging me out to Woodlands Garden and Admiralty Park. It made me forget about everything for a moment there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Gegel&lt;/span&gt; for your sweet words too. I love you girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XOXO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-2926252365311028614?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/2926252365311028614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=2926252365311028614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/2926252365311028614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/2926252365311028614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-going-to-birthday-party-today.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SAobwNttjAI/AAAAAAAAAN0/DYQXqRzK138/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-1086297003970223639</id><published>2008-04-18T23:13:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:03:49.312+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sometimes I feel that friends doesn&apos;t exist.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SAjB2RhERdI/AAAAAAAAANs/mtgcZj1hAn8/s1600-h/DSC02255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SAjB2RhERdI/AAAAAAAAANs/mtgcZj1hAn8/s320/DSC02255.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190611708703688146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is going my way.&lt;br /&gt;I had a gloomy Friday, thanks to SOME fucked up people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handphone was a pain in my ass today.&lt;br /&gt;I swallowed my upper stud while eating without me realising.&lt;br /&gt;My only girlfriend ignored me without no ryhmes/reason.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got the things that SOMEONE promised to return YESTERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;Dear boy ramshackled my day. &lt;i&gt;Screw your tiny dick, you jerk!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Imagine having a bad day and all you wanna do is get it off by talking to him but you hear these words from his filthy mouth; "Quit whinning, you're fucking noisy". I'm so glad I ignored your calls after I hung up, throughout the day. You can die peacefully in your beauty sleep honey.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, my bestfriend wasn't there when I need him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, tell me something new.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Plus, I still haven't got a proper job after 4 friggin months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't even have anyone to share my misery with. I can't help but weep like a little girl. I didn't think that I would go through this alone, not even a gracious  soul that I once called bestfriend by my side. Ergh!!! How wretchful can life get!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-1086297003970223639?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/1086297003970223639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=1086297003970223639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/1086297003970223639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/1086297003970223639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-sorry-babies.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SAjB2RhERdI/AAAAAAAAANs/mtgcZj1hAn8/s72-c/DSC02255.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-6564650933751946874</id><published>2008-04-13T01:17:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:03:49.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;surrounded with cousins' loveeeeee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yesterday&lt;/b&gt;, Mum intent to drop by Farah's house to visit her mum, my dear Aunt Zizah. She cooked Beef Soup for Aunt and left the house with my brother at 3pm. Nani and I left only at 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SADw4AD1sOI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZxtfaTOL-zc/s1600-h/3689497943331l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188411615610253538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SADw4AD1sOI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZxtfaTOL-zc/s320/3689497943331l.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SADw4QD1sPI/AAAAAAAAANA/lnSa_V4F7kk/s1600-h/1_305133065l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188411619905220850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SADw4QD1sPI/AAAAAAAAANA/lnSa_V4F7kk/s320/1_305133065l.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SADw4QD1sQI/AAAAAAAAANI/exWQJPQETvs/s1600-h/Photo0580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188411619905220866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SADw4QD1sQI/AAAAAAAAANI/exWQJPQETvs/s320/Photo0580.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Farah, Jali and Faliq at CCK control station. Jali went off to work and we took a stroll around Lot 1. We went to Missha, Aries and Watsons searching for eyeliner and blusher. Faliq got bored and he entertained himself. He touched everything he saw and tried to irritate us. Hah! Guys; they can't leave us ladies shopping with ease. They'll get uninterested and that's when they turn to be such an annoyance. No offence Faliq. Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped by McCafe and bought Double Chocolate, Mocha Frappe and my all time favourite besides Java Chip, Caramel Frappe. Walked down to Farah's crib. It was nice, the conversations and laughter while guzzling down our ambrosial drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over at her crib, we tucked into Nasi Lemak and Rojak Mama. We crapped, danced, sang with the little kiddos and even put on makeup on Faliq's face. Surprisingly, he looks more horrifying than we thought he would. HAHAHAHAHA. No pictures were taken, we totally forgot about that. However, that was the best part of the night lah. We then got a squeezy ride home from Uncle Rosli at 10pm. And Faliq, I didn't get my half share of the fags dammit! Not fair. Hmpf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SAgrPBhERcI/AAAAAAAAANk/1hjpHy9kAck/s1600-h/5382537082-61638891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SAgrPBhERcI/AAAAAAAAANk/1hjpHy9kAck/s320/5382537082-61638891.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190446107649656258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;A special shoutout to my baby Elfie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you have a blessful &amp; wonderful life ahead.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been missed by your cute babies, Roy and me. &lt;br /&gt;See ya soon big boy! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-6564650933751946874?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/6564650933751946874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=6564650933751946874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/6564650933751946874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/6564650933751946874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2008/04/yesterday-mum-intent-to-visit-aunt.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SADw4AD1sOI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZxtfaTOL-zc/s72-c/3689497943331l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-2887438560551683519</id><published>2008-04-11T10:28:00.044+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:03:51.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning lovelies! It's 10.29am now. I have no idea why I'm awake so early today. I went to the toilet to peepee and can't put myself to sleep again. What's more, my baby Jinny kept pulling my blanket, wanting me to get out of bed and open the house door because it's time for her morning run. Haha. She love running to and fro like a mad cat. And when there's sunshine on the floor, she would roll around. I love it when she do that. She looks so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_7PgwD1r8I/AAAAAAAAAKw/5v2JVFBG4AM/s1600-h/(R)Photo-0067..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187811982341156802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_7PgwD1r8I/AAAAAAAAAKw/5v2JVFBG4AM/s320/(R)Photo-0067..jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_7PhwD1r9I/AAAAAAAAAK4/y2HcaigJ3PA/s1600-h/baby+jinny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187811999521026002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_7PhwD1r9I/AAAAAAAAAK4/y2HcaigJ3PA/s320/baby+jinny.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_7PiQD1r-I/AAAAAAAAALA/n_A2gdN-zTQ/s1600-h/jinny.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187812008110960610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_7PiQD1r-I/AAAAAAAAALA/n_A2gdN-zTQ/s320/jinny.JPG" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby Jinny sleeps in my room every night. When I'm using my computer, she will &lt;i&gt;sebok²&lt;/i&gt; wanna sit on the keyboard desk. I love her lah. I don't know how many times I can kiss her each day. &lt;i&gt;Skejap² cium.&lt;/i&gt; Heh! Okay, this is so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's move on to the racy part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you really wanna know why I'm so happy ehhhh. Busybody lah you all. HAHA! Okay, just kidding. Thank you for tagging and thanks again for waiting patiently for my delayed update. Just promise that you WILL tag again after reading! Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the reason why I'm a happy little monkey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Firstly&lt;/b&gt;, on the 7 April, I got $100 bill from my second beloved brother-in-law. Haha, jyeaaaaahhhhh! He finally got his delayed-nak-mampos bonus. My brother got the same amount and &lt;a href="http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nani&lt;/a&gt; got extra 100 bucks for doing well in school &lt;b&gt;last year&lt;/b&gt;. Brother-in-law actually promised to bring her out to shopping but he did'nt have the time. That's the reason why she got the extra bucks. Of course, we were 3 happy monkeys jumping around (excluding my brother) in our room. I thought of doing my retail therapy but changed my mind. I decided to save it, so in my bank account it goes. Good girl okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Secondly&lt;/b&gt;, I got this CCC &amp; CDC Good Progress Award from ITE. I will be receiving another 300 solid bucks anytime soon. WIth that, I shall have a new hairdo! Yeyyyyy! I can't wait, I can't wait! See, your efforts for doing well in school will be recognised okay. And better still, you'll be awarded with cash, cash, cash! Yeeehaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lastly&lt;/b&gt;, on the 8 April, I'm so so overjoyed that I finally got the guts to do something I've been wanting to have since like 45978 years ago. With a great help from &lt;a href="http://ijanjokerstyle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ijan&lt;/a&gt;, I actually got myself spiked. Yes, on my tongue. Be it if you think it's unintelligible, senseless, foolish, ridiculous, or like what cousin Ah Boi said &lt;i&gt;time lambat&lt;/i&gt;, I don't care. Simply because to me, my tongue looks more alluring than ever. Heheheh! I love tongue piercing okay. I've been envy-ing people with studs on their tongue. Well, different people have different opinions okay. Whatever it is, I finally got mine and, just like Steph said, calling me fat right now won't even bring me down. Cause you know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a cool ass stud.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In your face!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehheheheheheheheheh! I love that "quote" from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_7ZBgD1r_I/AAAAAAAAALI/DuU2M5DkzKo/s1600-h/DSC01111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187822440586522610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_7ZBgD1r_I/AAAAAAAAALI/DuU2M5DkzKo/s320/DSC01111.JPG" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_7ZBwD1sBI/AAAAAAAAALY/CLLE4meBX2s/s1600-h/DSC01095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187822444881489938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_7ZBwD1sBI/AAAAAAAAALY/CLLE4meBX2s/s320/DSC01095.JPG"width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Right: He's the maaaaannnnnnnnnn!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only that the aftermath of spiking my tongue was bad. REAL bad. I couldn't eat and uttering was such an annoyance. So close cousins, hush hush if you happen to read about this okay! Sensitive issue. Heheh! That's it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, why shouldn't I be happy right? I'm in seventh heaven babyyyy. &lt;img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/191/191925l9xzbxft4o.gif"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_790AD1sEI/AAAAAAAAAL0/H-bJi7-8INk/s1600-h/Photo0577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_790AD1sEI/AAAAAAAAAL0/H-bJi7-8INk/s320/Photo0577.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187862890588516418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;It's my bitch, Farah&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other end, I'm glad my dearest Aunt Zizah will be discharged from Alexandra Hospital today. She was admitted last two days and we've been visiting her since. She looked so weak and pale due to low blood pressure. We were all so worried. All thanks to her so called diet. Skipped meals and all. Dangerous okay. People, if you ever think of going on a diet, please go on a healthy one or maybe a low-fat diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good rest my dear Aunt and get well soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;----------------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_7eBgD1sDI/AAAAAAAAALo/guLBkC6y42Y/s1600-h/21112007%28049%29[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187827938144661554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_7eBgD1sDI/AAAAAAAAALo/guLBkC6y42Y/s320/21112007%2528049%2529%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;11 April&lt;/b&gt;; My baby Elfie went for NS today. How sad. And I didn't get to meet him yesterday. I wonder how will he cope with army life in there. He's like a baby you know. A pampered baby. Always waking up late, going through his follow-the-flow life. Geesh, I really missed him. I'm really looking forward to meeting him when he's allowed to return home. Take care Elfie and as always, I love youuuuu! Hahaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'll bounce. Time to watch my drama show on tv.&lt;br /&gt;PS: Roy, of course I know who you're referring to. Maybe we should ban her ehhh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-2887438560551683519?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/2887438560551683519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=2887438560551683519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/2887438560551683519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/2887438560551683519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-morning-lovelies-its-10.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_7PgwD1r8I/AAAAAAAAAKw/5v2JVFBG4AM/s72-c/(R)Photo-0067..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-3890956208604240310</id><published>2008-04-08T22:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:54:28.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm a happy happy girl todaaaaayyyyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tired to type anything.&lt;br /&gt;I'll post a proper update tomorrow, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I wanna take a nap before I meet my &lt;i&gt;sayangs&lt;/i&gt; later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow babies. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-3890956208604240310?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/3890956208604240310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=3890956208604240310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/3890956208604240310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/3890956208604240310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-happy-happy-girl-todaaaaaaayyyyyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-4875173157531053473</id><published>2008-04-06T23:56:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:03:51.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my rocking weekends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_uAJvdF_mI/AAAAAAAAAKI/VszPowIYUwA/s1600-h/Photo0545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_uAJvdF_mI/AAAAAAAAAKI/VszPowIYUwA/s320/Photo0545.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186880300692930146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;our makeup-less face. super ugly i tell you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I had a great weekend. &lt;b&gt;Today&lt;/b&gt;, my beloved cousins, Farah and Sally together with their Mum came over to my house. We had quality time together and I missed having fun with these babes. It's been quite a long time since I had a hard laugh with Farah. Eversince she started working, she was so busy that she didn't even have the time for her ever loving cousin, ME! HMPF! I'm so glad to see her today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Uncle then dropped by after work to fetch them back. He then decided to have dinner at Bukit Gombak, Habib. &lt;i&gt;Maklomlah, new 7-seater car lah katekan.&lt;/i&gt; My parents went along including my brother. I was too lazy to join them but was continously forced by Farah. I grabbed my towel and took a quick shower. They were kind enough to wait for me to get ready. And I actually stepped out of the house with no make-up on. Chey², proud okay. It's not easy to see me out with my natural face as I'm very self-conscious. Hee!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_uATvdF_nI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Vugw-8X_7eU/s1600-h/Photo0565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_uATvdF_nI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Vugw-8X_7eU/s320/Photo0565.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186880472491622002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our ride&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_uAtvdF_oI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Grblhhi5wFo/s1600-h/Untitled_Panorama2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_uAtvdF_oI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Grblhhi5wFo/s320/Untitled_Panorama2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186880919168220802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Right&lt;/b&gt;: Farah's trying to do a jump, but tak menjadi. haha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_uBCPdF_pI/AAAAAAAAAKg/7qRo0tWfsnE/s1600-h/Untitled_Panorama1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_uBCPdF_pI/AAAAAAAAAKg/7qRo0tWfsnE/s320/Untitled_Panorama1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186881271355539090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a wonderful dinner with my loves today. The night was filled with laughter, even when we're in the car. They sent us back home and here I am. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;----------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yesterday&lt;/b&gt;, dear boy gave me the green light to spend my night with my friends. I'm so proud of him for not getting angry, which he usually would. I'm a happy girl hunneh! I just have to meet up with him again when we're going home, meaning he wants to go back together with me. We bid goodbye and off he went to Town with his friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that Azhar &lt;i&gt;bubbled&lt;/i&gt; me, I made my way to Jurong East to meet Ijan. When I was in the train, there's this one malay guy sitting right opposite of me. At Bukit Gombak Staion, one chinese guy board and was smiling happily, looking at this malay guy. Then he asked the malay guy, "Are you Peter Wong??" I wanted to laugh so badly but I held it back. He then walked away when the malay guy said "No, I'm not Peter Wong". He looked at me and laughed. And I laughed too. Pfft. Funny right. Something must be wrong up in that chinese guy's head. He acts like a &lt;i&gt;dodoberd&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the story. I was super excited and I swear my heart was jumping when I saw Ijan! We missed each other &lt;i&gt;lah kan.&lt;/i&gt; We head to Marina Square to have our dinner and then to Esplanade. Geesh, I really hate that place. Don't ask me why. It's been ages since I last set my foot there. We had catching up session and it was really nice. Reminiscing the schooldays, when we had lots of fun. He even showed me the videos when we did silly things in school. Damn, I really² miss these people! Unfortunately, Ijan's hp batt went flat and we didn't manage to snap many pictures. Dear boy then called me, saying that something cropped up and he's already heading back home. Forever with his last minute thing. Fed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_mK6fdF_lI/AAAAAAAAAKA/KqeUoj2gJtU/s1600-h/Untitled_Panorama3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_mK6fdF_lI/AAAAAAAAAKA/KqeUoj2gJtU/s400/Untitled_Panorama3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186329183374409298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Made a move at 11.30pm. My sister texted me saying that she's at the same place as me and wanted to head home together. She was with Steph and girl, I luv your DC shoes. :) And yeah, I'm like so excited when I saw my sister. Nothing should be exposed here, secret². Heheh! To Ijan and Marnie, another meet up soon and yes, hold on to our promises. And Marnie, thanks for tagging after reading. Now where's Ijan???? &lt;i&gt;Bubble je eh!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching home, I had a long conversation over the phone with dear boy. He's being so lovey-dovey and sweet yesterday. &lt;i&gt;I suke yoooouuuuuuuu!&lt;/i&gt;  Hahahahahaha. We hung up very late, at 6AM and I immediately took my flight to lala land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so now, I just can't wait for Tuesday. The day where I would be proud of myself for breaking through my fear. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight lovelies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-4875173157531053473?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/4875173157531053473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=4875173157531053473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/4875173157531053473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/4875173157531053473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-rocking-weekends.html' title='my rocking weekends!'/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_uAJvdF_mI/AAAAAAAAAKI/VszPowIYUwA/s72-c/Photo0545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-8995656127393344412</id><published>2008-04-05T02:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:03:51.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_iOSfdF_dI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Nqth1wZNlvQ/s1600-h/1_585473655l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_iOSfdF_dI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Nqth1wZNlvQ/s200/1_585473655l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186051419249442258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;how i wish i could scrap ur face off for real&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so let's start with a proper post. But first, pardon me for the previous entry. I was too upset with the boy that I vent my anger here. I felt better letting it out in this humble blog of mine though. Well, I'm &lt;b&gt;quite&lt;/b&gt; glad that everything's fine and we're back on track. Now, let's see how far we can go. Just so you know, I won't put high hopes in it ANYMORE. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As all of you can see, I have a new blog layout. And to &lt;a href="http://kelly9130.blogspot.com/"&gt;Koong&lt;/a&gt;, yes, I'm very free. I've been doing nothing at home since 54897213 days ago. I got bored with the previous layout and so I decided to use my old layout again, with a little adjustments here and there. And voila! Let's go pink babyyyyyyyy! Haha. I don't know why suddenly the colour pink soothes my eyesight. It's like so girlish but heck, I love it! I think I'm gonna stick with this one for quite some time. I think lah. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So aniways, my dear boy was supposed to meet me today but he ends up spending time with his friends. Pfft. &lt;i&gt;Baek uh tehbuih.&lt;/i&gt; He wanted me to come down so badly but I refused because I know I won't be entertained by him with his friends around. Playing soccer &lt;i&gt;somemore&lt;/i&gt;! Duh. Been there, done that. And you know I hate that. I gave it a miss and we planned for a meet up later instead. Guess where we're heading to? Town. Like again and again. I'm so sick and tired of that scorching hot place. I feel like reconsidering the thoughts of following him there. Heh, I don't think he'll like that but I don't care. So we'll see how it goes. *Neneh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a meetup with Azhar and Ijan later tonight. Hayayaaaai. I was like abit excited when Ijan wanted to meet me because I kind of miss seeing him lah. Eventhough everything between us had changed, I'm so happy he still have the thought of meeting me. How sweet. Heheh. Okay, I'm off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I keep pushing you away, saying that you're not for me. I tried everything but in the end, it was you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-8995656127393344412?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/8995656127393344412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=8995656127393344412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/8995656127393344412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/8995656127393344412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-i-wish-i-could-scrap-ur-face-off.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_iOSfdF_dI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Nqth1wZNlvQ/s72-c/1_585473655l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-3950235641707765606</id><published>2008-04-04T01:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:03:52.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll enjoy saying goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_UW1vdF_aI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/uh4yhB3eHiI/s1600-h/ABCD0001-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_UW1vdF_aI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/uh4yhB3eHiI/s320/ABCD0001-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185075658514365858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm on my lowest point right now. And it's not getting any better with you keep on telling me what to do. You can save your little lies now cause I know what's happening. All we ever did was fight and we got so disfunctional. One minute you had the best of me. Now I've forgotten all the times and all the days that I was loving you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as of this very minute, there will be no more hurt. No more lies and no more love. There's a limit to my patience and this time, I had enough of your lies. You even got the nerves to say that I left. Who says I wasn't committed? I truly believe in this love but you crossed the line. Don't try to phone me to give me reasons. There's no second try and obviously, not a second chance. I don't want to be in the pain I felt before. I only want to be myself, without your approval. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are missing me but I don't. See, I told you I'll be the only one left with a smile. I'm saying goodbye now to all the days I was loving you. So long baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-3950235641707765606?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/3950235641707765606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=3950235641707765606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/3950235641707765606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/3950235641707765606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-saying-goodbye-im-on-my-lowest-point.html' title='i&apos;ll enjoy saying goodbye'/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_UW1vdF_aI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/uh4yhB3eHiI/s72-c/ABCD0001-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-8473311743081907252</id><published>2008-03-31T13:10:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:03:53.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love strangers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_Bzo_dF_TI/AAAAAAAAAHY/GdGgb599qX4/s1600-h/Photo0527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183770319168863538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_Bzo_dF_TI/AAAAAAAAAHY/GdGgb599qX4/s320/Photo0527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please bear with me, this will be the longest entry I'll ever posted. Happy reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last &lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;, I accompanied Mum to Woodlands to pay the bills. After that, Aunt Zizah called and told to meet her at Jurong Point. We window shopped and I almost bought myself a shoe but I remembered that I have to save some cash for my makeup powder and also the weekends. So I have no choice but to put the thoughts of buying that shoe aside first. At 6.30pm, cousin Farah dropped by with her colleague, whose name I've forgotten. She's very friendly and I'm glad that we clicked quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was searching for my powder at John Little when Farah's friend said that I should try an Indonesian powder which is good. I wasn't interested at first but since she keep on saying that it's better than the one I'm buying, I decided to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took quite sometime deciding on the right type for our skin simply because the sales person wasn't sure which is the best for us. Pfft. Finally, we both decide to try the same type since we have same colour skin. We then head to the banquet for our early dinner. At 8pm, we head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farah's colleague's husband was driving a lorry so he decided to send us home, since he'll be passing by our place. And geesh, the aftermath of sitting at the back of the lorry was terrible. My hair was all over my head. HAHA! &lt;i&gt;Kecoh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Zizah and Farah went over to my place. My Uncle then called saying that he wants to go JB to fill up his car fuel. I tagged along, including my Mum. We had supper at Samyam after that. Their satay was yummeh! Power! Head home quite late due to the heavy traffic at JB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_CKIPdF_UI/AAAAAAAAAHg/nj2rgAOsPEg/s1600-h/DSC002501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183795045295586626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_CKIPdF_UI/AAAAAAAAAHg/nj2rgAOsPEg/s320/DSC002501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, which is on the &lt;b&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt;, I was invited to Roy and his friend's bbq pit at Pasir Ris. I didn't wanna come down actually. The reason is because, I did'nt recognise his friends and that I was shy. Hehe! However, when Roy told me that Elfie's coming, I was thinking, hey, at least Elfie's there. After much hesitation, I made up mind to tag along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I was to meet Dayah because everyone was already there. I cooked Fried Macaroni since Roy told me that they only had bbq food. Met Hidayah at 8.45pm at Redhill. Reached Pasir Ris at almost 10pm and we cabbed to Pasir Ris Park. Saw Ayu, and we made our way to the pit. They were playing Twister when we arrived. There was Dolly &amp;amp; Haiqal, Salina &amp;amp; Najip, Aidil, and Roy himself. They continued playing games and Elfie called, saying that his bike was causing problem at the expressway. So my poor baby couldn't make it. Hah! Aniways, we had fun, fun, fun and food, food, food under the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few hours later, Hasni arrived. We had Absolute Raspberry and everyone was on neat. I thought all went neat for the first few cups but unfortunately, it was all the way till it was finished. It's abit weird that I can actually drink it all up without any mixture of soft drinks. I'm not used to neat drinks in the first place. I'm so glad that I managed to stay sober, unlike the last time where I got drunk and embarrassed myself! Shortly after, I feel needles poking in my head and was hurting so badly that I have to back off from the drinking session. Aww, too bad. But at least I managed to stay until there's not a tinnie winnie drop of Absolute Raspberry okay Roy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayah's bf, Is came and along with another of &lt;s&gt;Roy's&lt;/s&gt; Aidil's friend, Ahmad &amp;amp; gf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy was then left with Hasni and Aidil to finish up the Absolute Mandarin which taste superly awful! I can't even swallow a sip of that drink. Blearghhh! I don't know how the hell Roy can finish it all up eventhough he said it taste horrible. So I joined the couples in the game of Bingo. And I was the banker. Nyeheheh. It was exciting as I made a suspense atmosphere by announcing the numbers very, very slowly. "Next number is, number...number...number..." And they all went so &lt;i&gt;kanchiong&lt;/i&gt;. There was many funny moments. I love every minute of it, eventhough I was abit quiet. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we crapped until the sunrise. The boys then went for a swim in the sea while Dayah, Dolly and me had some breeze therapy. We played a game before having our morning shower. And something stupid happened while we girls were in the shower room. It was embarrassing, because all eyes were on us when we got out. Just like Roy mentioned, it shall not be elaborated through this humble blog of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now let the pictures roll baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_CVlvdF_VI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OM4bWQwcJpE/s1600-h/Untitled_Panorama1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183807646729633106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_CVlvdF_VI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OM4bWQwcJpE/s320/Untitled_Panorama1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_CV4PdF_WI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k2JKDut6RKg/s1600-h/Untitled_Panorama3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183807964557213026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_CV4PdF_WI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k2JKDut6RKg/s320/Untitled_Panorama3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_CWKfdF_XI/AAAAAAAAAH4/SlOqjX3j-oE/s1600-h/Untitled_Panorama4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183808278089825650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_CWKfdF_XI/AAAAAAAAAH4/SlOqjX3j-oE/s320/Untitled_Panorama4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_CWPPdF_YI/AAAAAAAAAIA/rBJnfOq_8VA/s1600-h/Untitled_Panorama2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183808359694204290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_CWPPdF_YI/AAAAAAAAAIA/rBJnfOq_8VA/s320/Untitled_Panorama2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_OwU_dF_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/9FoX1PRRAf4/s1600-h/Untitled_Panorama1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_OwU_dF_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/9FoX1PRRAf4/s320/Untitled_Panorama1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184681470710906258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, these were the only pictures that we managed to snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went off from Pasir Ris Park in the afternoon. We went separate ways as some biked home. Before heading home, Roy, Dayah, Aidil, Hasni and me dropped by the Kopitiam to have our lunch. We were too shagged that we fall asleep throughout the bus journey to Woodlands. I reached home and &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I went flat on my cosy bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, I had so much fun eventhough I don't know these bunch of people. These strangers rock my weekends! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: My application was not successful, again. Fuck school! I'm very upset! Gggrrrrrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-8473311743081907252?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/8473311743081907252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=8473311743081907252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/8473311743081907252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/8473311743081907252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-friday-i-accompanied-mum-to.html' title='i love strangers'/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R_Bzo_dF_TI/AAAAAAAAAHY/GdGgb599qX4/s72-c/Photo0527.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-2875156794090433672</id><published>2008-03-26T14:35:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:03:53.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wee hours convo &amp; the loves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R-nu3fdF_RI/AAAAAAAAAHI/mGrSwEydKFc/s1600-h/img515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R-nu3fdF_RI/AAAAAAAAAHI/mGrSwEydKFc/s320/img515.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181935483370208530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Woohoo, Faliq kape! Muke tak leh angkat seh. Oopps sorry, Cute mah!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a long, long convo in MSN yesterday night. Or should I say this morning? Hehh. We talked about anything and almost everything. And mannnn, little did I know that he's a great partner in crime; bitching! HAHAHA. We had bitching fest going on baby! From fugly, ridiculous aliens on friendster to &lt;i&gt;mat romeos&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;mat pedih²&lt;/i&gt; in chatrooms. And someone even changed his friendster's name to Japanese but don't even know how to pronounce it! Too bad I knew mine, Faliq. *Neneh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Roy. He switched on his webcam and he's being very, very irritating. Always trying to imitate(sp?) the emoticons. But very amusing though. I was trying very hard to control my laughter as I didn't wanna wake everyone up. And this clown keeps going on and on. Both conversations ended at 4.45am when I was too sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bloghopping yesterday afternoon and decided to drop by &lt;a href="http://mysterious-kid.blogspot.com/"&gt;Roy&lt;/a&gt;'s one. I was so touched by his beautiful words that made me nearly cried. And I did when I watched the video of our pictures. From the start of our friendship till now. We were having fun under the sun all the time. In fact, we had too much fun that we didn't realise time was passing by us really fast. He made it even sweeter by putting up the one and only meaningful Graduation Song by Vitamin C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeahhhhhhhhh, my tears just won't stop rolling down my chubby cheeks. I was smiling and laughing when I saw unexpected photos. Yes, yes, the ugly, ugly ones! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never missed someone this much in my life before. To make it worst, it's not only a person I'm missing but there's a bunch of them. My all time favourite people! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R-n0xvdF_SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/mNdshBONDOk/s1600-h/21112007%2528038%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R-n0xvdF_SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/mNdshBONDOk/s320/21112007%2528038%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181941981655727394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We weren't prepared for the worse; the day where everything have to change. I know that we have to move in life no matter what but these beautiful souls will forever remain in my heart. You guys are the most wonderful thing that happened in my life. Muchos Muchos Love Babies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-2875156794090433672?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/2875156794090433672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=2875156794090433672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/2875156794090433672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/2875156794090433672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2008/03/woohoo-faliq-kape-hahahaha-muke-tak-leh.html' title='wee hours convo &amp; the loves'/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R-nu3fdF_RI/AAAAAAAAAHI/mGrSwEydKFc/s72-c/img515.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-3849371841731289234</id><published>2008-03-23T21:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:03:54.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>batang seh! haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R-ZdJ_dF_PI/AAAAAAAAAG4/VbIHQorxB9w/s1600-h/1_148732418l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R-ZdJ_dF_PI/AAAAAAAAAG4/VbIHQorxB9w/s320/1_148732418l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180930847570001138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. Amazing but true, my beloved, silly cousin aka Ah Boi was slashed right in the head. Super shocking. I mean, I've read in the news about people being beaten up and slashed but never did I thought that it would happen to my own one. I swear my heart was pumping real fast and I kept asking my mum those questions. You know, those irritating words; "eh? sape? abeh? biler? pastu? camner?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;i&gt;alhamdullilah&lt;/i&gt;, he's all fine after 10 solid stitches in the head. It all happens at Marina when he took a glance at a guy. Just a normal thing where your eyes happen to look there. And that idiot went, "What you looking at??". Pathetic right. Of course he's looking at you lah moron. And &lt;b&gt;BAM!&lt;/b&gt; He got slashed from the back. Cool or what? Haha, kidding. But it didn't hurt kan Faliq? &lt;i&gt;Kpale batu!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faliq, faliq. I can't believe that I have a crazy cousin like you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dearest cousin, get well soon! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-3849371841731289234?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/3849371841731289234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=3849371841731289234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/3849371841731289234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/3849371841731289234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2008/03/wow.html' title='batang seh! haha'/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R-ZdJ_dF_PI/AAAAAAAAAG4/VbIHQorxB9w/s72-c/1_148732418l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-8636888069782779742</id><published>2008-03-19T12:19:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:03:54.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday GROOVES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R-CWETGYNKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/4q5zWF-DXZ0/s1600-h/1205894832445451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R-CWETGYNKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/4q5zWF-DXZ0/s320/1205894832445451.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179304572066739362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;b&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt;, Azhar got his off day from work and decided to meet me. It's been like almost two whole months since we last met. Really, I was happy when he finally got the time to meet me! I missed him truck loads okay. He's no longer staying near my hometown, so I have to bear with not meeting him often like before. How sad. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So aniways, we head down to town to get his GUESS? watch and he treated me lunch at Fish &amp; Co. &lt;b&gt;HE&lt;/b&gt; ordered a total of 3 main dish along with 2 side dish, which I've forgotten the names. Obviously, we were'nt able to finish up everything and left with no choice but to take away the leftovers home. Heh! Fabulous meals aside, we had a great heart to heart conversation. Let's hope everything goes on well for you okay, Azhar? So basically the plan for the night was to meet up with Roy. We hanged around town to pass time. And like finally, I got the hairband that I wanted, eventhough it's not the color that I want. But I love it! We even bumped into Khai. Goshh Khai, your eurasian friend said "Hi" to me. My god, he's super cute and hot okay. I swear I was smiling all the way. Even while I'm typing now! &lt;i&gt;Cair, cair.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then head back to Woodlands. Roy was with Hidayah at Civic Centre, so we just chilled there. Laughed, crapped, snapshots. And that someone even got himself a brand new handphone. One happy guy ey Roy? I was happily snapping pictures when my sister suddenly popped out from nowhere. I was so shocked cause I got a stick of cigarette in my hand. But then, I remembered that I puffed with her before, so no worries. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, we actually went our separate ways quite early for the FIRST time that night. It was before 11pm kan Roy? I feel so weird upon reaching home before 12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post up pictures soon okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, if you noticed, I changed something in my blog layout. Frankly, it's my first time that I finally got something out of Adobe Photoshop CS3. I used to have it for quite some time, until it was deleted due to rebooting of my pc. Seriously, I have no freaking idea what's going on in that software. Now I'm trying the trial one. I wanted to learn something first before I decide to install it again. And I did it! I've finally figure out how it works. Yeyy! So please don't mind my ugly work, I'm such a newbie in doing all this and I'm just excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-8636888069782779742?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/8636888069782779742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=8636888069782779742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/8636888069782779742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/8636888069782779742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-monday-azhar-got-his-off-day-from.html' title='monday GROOVES'/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R-CWETGYNKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/4q5zWF-DXZ0/s72-c/1205894832445451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-2505172390896624365</id><published>2008-03-16T01:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:03:54.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R9wKcDGYNII/AAAAAAAAAGY/MnPzcaRk7aM/s1600-h/120560240362718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R9wKcDGYNII/AAAAAAAAAGY/MnPzcaRk7aM/s320/120560240362718.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178025148553901186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;yana, baek per muke kau je yang full&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my shopping date with Yana. It was crazy and we sure had fun. It's been such a long time since we last spent time together ey gf? Huhu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down to town and it was a hot, hot day. I was cursing myself for wearing all black that day and I produced 999 litres of water. We went all over town in search of some gorgeous tops but to no avail. Everything was plain, plain boring. We had our late lunch at LJS. Met up with Gegel to collect my disc and Yana then decided to go somewhere else. She dragged me all the way to Novena Square2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, we spend almost an hour in Cotton On shop. Tried a few tops and I bought myself 2 sweet ones. Unfortunately, Yana can't make up her mind on which to buy cause she loved all 6 tops she tried on. So, she bought none. Hah! Stopped by Watsons to grab my Loreal foundation and mascara. We then had a drink at Ah Mei Cafe. We had a great convo and of course, camwhoring! It's another thing girls can't live without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought some donuts and head to Sembawang. Chilled awhile and home sweet home. I still have to buy my contact lens. Maybe I'll do that next week. Right now my feet is killing me and I'm off to bed. Nite lovelies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photos uploaded at my photo gallery! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-2505172390896624365?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/2505172390896624365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=2505172390896624365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/2505172390896624365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/2505172390896624365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2008/03/yana-baek-per-muke-kau-je-full.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R9wKcDGYNII/AAAAAAAAAGY/MnPzcaRk7aM/s72-c/120560240362718.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-5112491944170051762</id><published>2008-03-12T11:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:03:54.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R9dP7zGYNHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0QobL3EJFyM/s1600-h/1_194687886l%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R9dP7zGYNHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0QobL3EJFyM/s320/1_194687886l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176694185433511026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I watched Step Up 2 yesterday. It was great. The music makes your body wanna move. I got some of the hot songs and I listen to them almost everyday. I have my favourite ones uploaded at my playlist here. So what are you waiting for? Go watch it, quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was spent at Roy's crib yesterday. Watched tv, watched tv and watched tv. So the plan was to meet up with Elfie at night but it was cancelled as it was too late, I have to head home and Roy got some other plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, brother-in-law's friend came over to my house with his family. His wife had a cooking lesson with Mum and Aunties. We had sweet &amp; sour fish, beef kailan and another dish of fish, I don't know what it's called. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was super &lt;i&gt;kecoh&lt;/i&gt; that day. Just like what Jonathan said, "Small house, big family. But it's way better than big house, small family. That's what the chinese prefer". Quite true ey? Oh, they are not local people btw. They're &lt;i&gt;orang puteh&lt;/i&gt;. Hehh. They speak fluent malay and they're a bunch of friendly people. How nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great convo over tea and lemon cake. My sisters playing with their cute, pretty, doll look alike daughter. She's super duper adorable lah! The curly brownish hair. How I wish I had a daughter like her. HAHA. Everyone was busy entertaining each other that none of us manage to snap any picture. Too bad, next time perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm waiting patiently for my pay to do my retail therapy. Go, go, go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-5112491944170051762?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/5112491944170051762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=5112491944170051762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/5112491944170051762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/5112491944170051762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2008/03/yes-i-watched-step-up-2-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R9dP7zGYNHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0QobL3EJFyM/s72-c/1_194687886l%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-8634696937971123732</id><published>2008-03-06T23:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T19:37:30.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I'll be working at the IT show at Suntec till Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog again in the weekend okay. Take care lovelies!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-8634696937971123732?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/8634696937971123732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=8634696937971123732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/8634696937971123732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/8634696937971123732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2008/03/ill-be-working-at-it-show-at-suntec.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-8847148443769184201</id><published>2008-03-05T10:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T14:28:03.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eversince the JI Mas Selamat went missing last few weeks, roads around Singapore was hectic. And since I'm staying near JB, the road condition here got worse and it's not getting any better. It makes me angry as there will be no buses available MOST of the time at my nearest bustop which is located just in front of my block. Instead, I have to go 4 blocks up the road to board the bus. And this will go on until that idiot is found! *gggrrrr! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, I've been longing to go for my retail therapy. My closet is looking very dull and it's time to add some colours to it beybeh! I really need it badly and it's not helping that my pocket's running dry. I need to save up again. It's hard to get those cash when you're not working. Okay, like duh. If only I could work with Mum again like I used to. I'll have my monthly allowance back then. I would go off to shopping every month with my sisters or my best shopping buddy, Azhar. Jealousy strikes whenever I saw my sisters with new, fresh clothes. Hehh! Damnnnnnn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, we would dine out every end of the month when Dad got his pay. Yesterday, we had dinner together with Aunt Zizah and Sally at banquet Causeway Point. I got sick and tired of dining there actually. I can know what food each stall have. I've been eating there at least twice a week since last month thanks to Roy and also my Mum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, I'm being a kind daughter by going to the supermarket with Mum to get some fruits. And also, I got myself a black gorgeous top and a jeans. I wanted to get a grey jeans but they have none with my size. Maybe I should look at other place, like Bugis. Or on second thought, maybe I should shrink down abit ey? Haha! Of course, the answer would be yes, I should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-8847148443769184201?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/8847148443769184201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=8847148443769184201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/8847148443769184201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/8847148443769184201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2008/03/ji-escape.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-515030534001380560</id><published>2008-03-01T14:29:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:03:54.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so upset right now. I lost all my photos and thousands of songs. I've lost everything. Now I have to start all over again. Looks like I'm back to round 1. Hah!Thanks for rebooting my pc. *pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing my younger sister spending quality time with her classmates reminds me of my bunch of loves. I remembered being with these crazy bunch and I realised how fast time flies. &lt;b&gt;Cheers to one year of friendship, loves!&lt;/b&gt; Growing up with them has made me more mature, at the same time making the little kid in me more alive. Hahah! Only a year of friendship but the bond between us is too strong. It has made a difference in my life. I can't wait to tell my children someday, that I had wonderful bunch of friends that will forever remain in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R8j9wygeb6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/hwf2WZ3XJb8/s1600-h/DSC00429%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R8j9wygeb6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/hwf2WZ3XJb8/s320/DSC00429%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172663186668548002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I missed them so much. So much that sometimes it makes me cry. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-515030534001380560?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/515030534001380560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=515030534001380560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/515030534001380560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/515030534001380560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-so-upset-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R8j9wygeb6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/hwf2WZ3XJb8/s72-c/DSC00429%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-6725435113300352316</id><published>2008-02-28T23:32:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:03:54.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R8bZzf6yOxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/byiZOHWOKhg/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R8bZzf6yOxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/byiZOHWOKhg/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172060700846209810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I missed my straight hair!&lt;br&gt; Should I go for straightening or remain with this curl?&lt;br&gt; Help. :(&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-6725435113300352316?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/6725435113300352316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=6725435113300352316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/6725435113300352316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/6725435113300352316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-missed-my-straight-hair-so-how-go-for.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R8bZzf6yOxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/byiZOHWOKhg/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-6326906809263806432</id><published>2008-02-27T15:15:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:03:54.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R8V2Pv6yOrI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3aVUYc2immg/s1600-h/ABCD000511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R8V2Pv6yOrI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3aVUYc2immg/s320/ABCD000511.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171669760038025906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;love, i'm leaving you behind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, I can't figure out what I'm doing. I was on track for a meantime and *poof, I got lost again. And when that happens, I know everything around me will start to change. Sometimes I wished I have a map to my life. So I'll know where to head to no matter what happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know it's impossible. Everything was meant to happen and I believe there's a reason behind it all. Learn from every mistake and of course, lead my life ahead with a small step each time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure, I have to be strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-6326906809263806432?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/6326906809263806432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=6326906809263806432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/6326906809263806432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/6326906809263806432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2008/02/at-times-i-cant-figure-out-what-im.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R8V2Pv6yOrI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3aVUYc2immg/s72-c/ABCD000511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-5679794916952963137</id><published>2008-02-20T14:58:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:03:55.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNDAY SURPRISE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R7vQyP6yOmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FVTbsYaR62k/s1600-h/120349084088877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R7vQyP6yOmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FVTbsYaR62k/s320/120349084088877.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168954559022905954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We held a mini surprise birthday party for our beloved brother-in-law. Food was layed on the table and we actually waited for an hour till my sister and brother-in-law arrive. With the incredible aroma of the food; it's making us drool! Mum and Aunt Zizah cooked his all time favourite dish, Chilli Crab. I requested &lt;i&gt;Sambal Kerang&lt;/i&gt; and there's Sweet &amp; Sour Fish, along with the vege and fried chicken.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R7vScv6yOnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/FJ9dY4ST0hM/s1600-h/ABCD0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R7vScv6yOnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/FJ9dY4ST0hM/s320/ABCD0017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168956388678974066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R7vVg_6yOpI/AAAAAAAAAEk/14CP3NSD4Qw/s1600-h/ABCD0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R7vVg_6yOpI/AAAAAAAAAEk/14CP3NSD4Qw/s320/ABCD0005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168959760228301458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure had a wonderful day with my loved ones and I can't wait for our family chalet in June. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, Monday was my first day of work with Roy and Piah. I would'nt elaborate about the start. It's frustrating. What an attitude to start my day! Everything went on fine after that. Yesterday, I was in the morning shift alone. I was fucking bored, without Roy and Piah cause there's no conversation and laughter in between work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went off at 6.45pm and head for the interchange. I was having the thought of sleeping in the bus cause I'm friggin tired. I did, but only until a chinese schoolboy sat beside me. He fell asleep and his head kept swaying towards me. A few times, his head with smelly hair landed on my shoulder. &lt;i&gt;Wahh, sedap je tido pat bahu aku.&lt;/i&gt; I pushed his head hard and he awoke. Everyone was looking at us in the bus. I had to do that continuesly until we reached Bukit Panjang. I was already wide awake by then. Asshole. Such an irritating fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only the second day of work and I feel like going off. I don't know why. Whatever it is, I know I don't feel happy doing it. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-5679794916952963137?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/5679794916952963137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=5679794916952963137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/5679794916952963137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/5679794916952963137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2008/02/sunday-surprise.html' title='SUNDAY SURPRISE'/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R7vQyP6yOmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FVTbsYaR62k/s72-c/120349084088877.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-3483173264941775329</id><published>2008-02-16T16:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:03:55.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R7acJ_6yOkI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fm07eCZrRQo/s1600-h/Untitled-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R7acJ_6yOkI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fm07eCZrRQo/s320/Untitled-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167489318044973634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness and anger aside, I had a wonderful Thursday with none other than, Mr Roy Munez. We met at late afternoon and head down to Dhoby Ghaut to catch a movie. I wanted to watch PS I Love You so badly and I was disappointed when the ticket was sold out. We went down to Cine Leisure(sp?) and again, ticket was sold out. Finally we made our way to Lido and yes, we managed to grab two tickets for ourselves eventhough there's long queue. We have 1 hour till the movie starts and we had our dinner at Forum. Our dinner was filled with truck loads of laughter. I simply love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll rate 5/5 shinning stars for PS I Love You. I enjoyed it eventhough I cried twice. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R7aebv6yOlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Ara_Dp4V-sY/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R7aebv6yOlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Ara_Dp4V-sY/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167491822010907218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went for a job interview with Roy at Vivo City. I'm so glad we got the job and we'll start on Monday. After that, we had our late lunch and met Azhar. We wait for Piah to finish work at 7pm and we chilled together with Hidayah. Roy and Azhar then wanted to go to Mount Faber graveyard to explore. I was abit scared at first when I saw the darkness and the huge trees. Azhar then saw something and he showed it to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Azhar, kau mcm sial.&lt;/i&gt; It sent chills down my spine and I had Azhar's arms around me all the way. I feel like the happiest girl in the world when we finally got out from there. *Phew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got the pictures uploaded in my photo gallery. Okay, I'm so hungry I can die anytime soon. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-3483173264941775329?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/3483173264941775329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=3483173264941775329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/3483173264941775329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/3483173264941775329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2008/02/sadness-and-anger-aside-i-had-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R7acJ_6yOkI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fm07eCZrRQo/s72-c/Untitled-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-4385718198601859582</id><published>2008-02-13T15:07:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:03:55.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIE MOTHERFUCKER, DIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R7KXqf6yOjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qejSiiMMjzE/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R7KXqf6yOjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qejSiiMMjzE/s320/10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166358478925740594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept hearing those words in my ears. I tried to stop it but it keeps going on and on. Those words. Those words that you said. Get away from me, you freak.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;STOP BRINGING ME DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;STOP SAYING I CAN'T DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;JUST STOP IT! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE YOU CHOKE ON EVERY WORD THAT YOU SCREAM TO ME.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-4385718198601859582?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/4385718198601859582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=4385718198601859582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/4385718198601859582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/4385718198601859582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-kept-hearing-those-words-in-my-ear.html' title='DIE MOTHERFUCKER, DIE'/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R7KXqf6yOjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qejSiiMMjzE/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-4290453779286475408</id><published>2008-01-27T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:03:55.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R65zu_6yOiI/AAAAAAAAADs/I-rgk5L4g7E/s1600-h/DSC00201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R65zu_6yOiI/AAAAAAAAADs/I-rgk5L4g7E/s200/DSC00201.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165193073909709346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, I found the time to update my blog and check my overloaded emails. Firstly, apology to my lovely bloggers for the late update! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy since I started working hence the lack of update and not going online in MSN. I hardly have the time for myself, let alone my family and friends. I won't say what my job is all about yet, but all I can say is that I have wonderful colleagues whom I have regarded as my own family. I learnt alot despite the short time I was there. It's an inspiring place where I get the chance to meet people who I don't think everyone out there will. Right now, I'm fighting for something that I'm dreaming for in my life and I hope to get all the support from my lovely friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, I've applied for higher nitec Business Admin course in April. &lt;i&gt;Insyallah&lt;/i&gt;, if I'm qualified, I'll continue studying and maybe I'll be studying with Roy again! Who knows? Haha. Okay, I have nothing to blog about right now. So, till the next post aite. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-4290453779286475408?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/4290453779286475408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=4290453779286475408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/4290453779286475408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/4290453779286475408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2008/01/finally-i-found-time-to-update-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R65zu_6yOiI/AAAAAAAAADs/I-rgk5L4g7E/s72-c/DSC00201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-6515632408326009144</id><published>2008-01-15T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:03:57.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R4w5sFz8apI/AAAAAAAAACM/D72kP2nXXYE/s1600-h/DSC00613%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R4w5sFz8apI/AAAAAAAAACM/D72kP2nXXYE/s320/DSC00613%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155559103069448850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;SELAMAT PENGANTIN BARU FAHMIE &amp; NUR'AIN.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love the performances during the arrival of the bride and groom. Cousin Fahmi was once a silat performer and so is his siblings. So hence the performance from kuda kepang and silat. One word to describe it all, Amazing! I won't go into details, so now let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R4xAulz8aqI/AAAAAAAAACU/3JxXVsyToLc/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R4xAulz8aqI/AAAAAAAAACU/3JxXVsyToLc/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155566842600516258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;the bride side is red. the groom side is green.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R4xBMFz8arI/AAAAAAAAACc/sdXsKchBuTM/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R4xBMFz8arI/AAAAAAAAACc/sdXsKchBuTM/s320/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155567349406657202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;hari pernikahan;rewang&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R4xBkFz8asI/AAAAAAAAACk/ETDMkppW_bU/s1600-h/Untitled-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R4xBkFz8asI/AAAAAAAAACk/ETDMkppW_bU/s320/Untitled-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155567761723517634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;hari persandingan. glamour cousins!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R4xCKVz8atI/AAAAAAAAACs/EwOQ55R5G6I/s1600-h/Untitled-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R4xCKVz8atI/AAAAAAAAACs/EwOQ55R5G6I/s320/Untitled-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155568418853513938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R4xCiVz8auI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5T9ACCpwGRY/s1600-h/Untitled-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R4xCiVz8auI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5T9ACCpwGRY/s320/Untitled-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155568831170374370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;entouraged with kuda kepang and silat&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R4xC_lz8avI/AAAAAAAAAC8/n4jzNZ1BvSU/s1600-h/DSC00585%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R4xC_lz8avI/AAAAAAAAAC8/n4jzNZ1BvSU/s320/DSC00585%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155569333681548018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;our 3 little cousins aka the groom's younger brothers performing silat&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R4xDaVz8awI/AAAAAAAAADE/zY1vdUYZDTc/s1600-h/Untitled-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R4xDaVz8awI/AAAAAAAAADE/zY1vdUYZDTc/s320/Untitled-6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155569793243048706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;cousins - all grown up&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the difference between our childhood photo below and this photo here? Hahaha. Everyone have changed. Ouh and yeah, I've found my stolen handphone. And the culprit is none other than my sisters. Pfft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off. Goodbye lovelies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-6515632408326009144?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/6515632408326009144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=6515632408326009144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/6515632408326009144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/6515632408326009144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2008/01/selamat-pengantin-baru-fahmie-nurain.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R4w5sFz8apI/AAAAAAAAACM/D72kP2nXXYE/s72-c/DSC00613%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-8655060774708933039</id><published>2008-01-05T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:03:57.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R37yBlz8amI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tgmXSURNmhY/s1600-h/cousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R37yBlz8amI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tgmXSURNmhY/s320/cousins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151821132902197858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check that out! An old, old picture of the cousins when we were so young. I did'nt know I looked so cute back then. HAH! We found these photos at Farah's crib. From my late grandparents to Mum's, Aunts' and Uncles' wedding and to pictures of us like those above. We looked so silly yet adorable. The ultraman pose, crazy candid pose and many more. And Uncle Rosli looked so retro with his long hair and bell-bottom pants. He's so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love it. We were bonded since young and it's still strong till now. Eventhough we're all grown up, doing our own things, we still hangout and we're still as childish as ever. Even those who are married and with child behaves like a kid. It's true when people say that there's a little kid in everyone. I guess it is meant to stay in us as it brings joy to life. &lt;br /&gt;Don't you think so? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-8655060774708933039?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/8655060774708933039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=8655060774708933039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/8655060774708933039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/8655060774708933039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2008/01/check-that-out-old-old-picture-of.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R37yBlz8amI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tgmXSURNmhY/s72-c/cousins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-875667198431776262</id><published>2008-01-03T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:03:57.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R3zo0Vz8alI/AAAAAAAAABs/Q-5Rx7oztxg/s1600-h/roytiti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R3zo0Vz8alI/AAAAAAAAABs/Q-5Rx7oztxg/s320/roytiti.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151248059710859858"width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Roy at 12pm and we went back to ITE Bishan to check out my results. Unfortunately, we were told to wait for a letter from them, and that's when our gpa points will be revealed. Of course, I'm upset. Everyone got to know their results and I have to wait few days for it. Damn, now I'm annoyed. Thanks to myself for losing the password to my account. *grrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accompanied him to his usual salon to have his haircut. I gotta admit, he looks much better with his new hairstyle. Handsome sey! Hehh. We went separate ways as I have to meet up with Mum and Aunt. We need to get our clothes for my close cousin's wedding next two weeks. I was surprised actually when I got to know he's getting married. We were like kids yesterday, now we're all grown up. Time sure flies fast huh. I just hope that his ceremony goes well as planned. &lt;i&gt;Insyallah.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight loves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-875667198431776262?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/875667198431776262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=875667198431776262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/875667198431776262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/875667198431776262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2008/01/met-up-with-roy-at-12pm-and-we-went.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R3zo0Vz8alI/AAAAAAAAABs/Q-5Rx7oztxg/s72-c/roytiti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-1284767112955922141</id><published>2008-01-02T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:03:57.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oops, sorry for the late update. Okay let's start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 was a blessful year for me as I found something new in life. My family and my new found friends whom I treasure so much, thank you for the great moments we had. Bitter, sweet or sour, it's still wonderful. I could'nt ask for anything more. Praises to GOD for showering me with joy and lots of happiness. I know it's late but, Happy New Year to everyone. Hopefully 2008 will be a meaningful and beautiful year for all. ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun for countdown. As planned, we had our bbq at my house. Sister bought her mini bbq pit and Mum used her electronic grill. Cousins came, even the one staying in JB came over. Haha, I was surprised to see him. We started bbq-ing at 7pm, and that's when my house started to be filled with people. There's tons and tons of food I tell ya. From chicken to fish, hotdogs to fishballs, prawns, noodles, shapard pie, ice-cream and cakes, packed with jokes and laughters. My stomach definitely felt like exploding. Sadly, Ahboy could'nt make it and there's gonna be more fun with his presence around. But, cousin Jali was there to take over his place. HAHH! It went on till late night, and we countdown to 2008 with Sister Aida's boyfriend, Abg Romy. He told us that he went travelling on his bike with a friend from Singapore to Bangkok. It took him one whole week to reach there. Cool ey! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R3ucVFz8agI/AAAAAAAAABE/sV4w-S-jnPI/s1600-h/bbq-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R3ucVFz8agI/AAAAAAAAABE/sV4w-S-jnPI/s400/bbq-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150882484979526146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R3ucbFz8ahI/AAAAAAAAABM/j8gGlYEJBM8/s1600-h/bbq-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R3ucbFz8ahI/AAAAAAAAABM/j8gGlYEJBM8/s400/bbq-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150882588058741266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R3uckVz8aiI/AAAAAAAAABU/djviAGWIkXc/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R3uckVz8aiI/AAAAAAAAABU/djviAGWIkXc/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150882746972531234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we head over to Sister Ina's place to watch I Am Legend on dvd. It kinda bore me and I fell asleep after an hour. I got to know about the ending and it's sad. Of course, I'm glad I did'nt spend the night out cause everyone was saying that everywhere was packed. Geesh, I would'nt like that. I had so much fun celebrating it with my loved ones at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, results are out but I still haven't checked them. I lost my password and Roy suggested that we go down to school to collect the certificate tomorrow. I'm so eager to find out if I passed. I hope so yeah. I got my fingers crossed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-1284767112955922141?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/1284767112955922141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=1284767112955922141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/1284767112955922141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/1284767112955922141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-was-cleaning-house.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/R3ucVFz8agI/AAAAAAAAABE/sV4w-S-jnPI/s72-c/bbq-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-4849526690308385593</id><published>2007-12-30T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T14:18:01.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSC00063.jpg"width="300"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Alvin and the Chipmunks with the sisters and brother yesterday night. Such an adorable show. I'm glad I watched it first and now, I Am Legend have to wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the plan to go East Coast Park for cycling with the Bishanians was cancelled. Okay, tell me something new. Everyone has a last minute plan on something else. I guess today I'm gonna be stuck at home. Countdown tomorrow? I'm not looking forward to spend the day out actually. I won't like the big crowd like the past years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters suggested a mini barbeque gathering with cousins at home using our own barbeque equipments just like the old days. Sounds cool but it's not confirmed yet. They would'nt want to spend the day out either. Maybe we'll have some other plans? I don't know. I just hope I'm gonna have fun counting down to 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great countdown lovelies! (( :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-4849526690308385593?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/4849526690308385593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=4849526690308385593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/4849526690308385593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/4849526690308385593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/12/watched-alvin-and-chipmunks-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-4739446990056815571</id><published>2007-12-29T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T14:17:01.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/119891037630199.jpg"width="300"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that I missed these bunch of loves so much! Let's hope that tomorrow's plan goes out well okay guys. ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum stayed over at Sister Marlia's house yesterday night. And I have to stay home with Dad to entertain our guests from kampong. I helped with cooking dinner and maintain cleanliness in the house. Can't get myself to sleep so I started reading a novel I borrowed from the library last week. Azhar texted me at 1.30am, saying that he's at my voideck with Rizal. We spent the night out and I just noticed that Rizal had a hot, hot body ahh. And I love his dracula teeth. HAHA! We moved from one seat to another, till we finally sat at a place near the bustop. Saw a guy lying motionless on the stairs of the bustop.&lt;i&gt;Suspect mabok, baru balek clubbing.&lt;/i&gt; But wth, it's none of our business. He's still sleeping peacefully when they sent me home at 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Miami Ink on tv. Ohh, I'm in love with Ami. Been watching this show since season one and I totally dig their tattoos. Coolness man. Can't wait for LA Ink with Kat Von D. That chick rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, I've figured out my new year's resolution. I have to work on my fitness. I've been putting on weight since the holidays begin and I have to slow it down, like seriously. Gotta go on a diet and get my ass moving. Yeahhhhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-4739446990056815571?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/4739446990056815571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=4739446990056815571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/4739446990056815571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/4739446990056815571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-must-say-that-i-missed-these-bunch-of.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-1339957473649754672</id><published>2007-12-28T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T02:36:44.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/119877089221051.jpg"width="250"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things happened, be it good or bad. Life keeps coming in the way. When I get my hopes up, I watch them fall everytime. Another color turned grey and it's so hard to watch it slowly fade away. I finally realised that I got to move on cause that is what's best for me. I believe everything happens for a reason and I learnt that there's more to life when we listen to our heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than having thoughts of what's been happening in life, spending time with family was what I did most. Dad was being sweet by bringing us out for dinner these few days. I felt more attached to them. Being close to them, especially my parents, have thought me to be someone who's responsible and matured. Because of them, I have the strength to start my everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried looking for jobs and now I guess I'll just have to wait for their call. How pathetic. I don't enjoy staying at home or spend most of my time wasted on doing nothing. Hey, I gotta run while I'm young, if ya know what I mean. School? Still waiting for results. I'm still considering if I should continue to higher nitec though. I keep having the feeling that I won't make it. Whatever it is, I know I've given my all. Well, I have to keep faith in everything I do. Agree? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, I hope life goes on being wonderful like it is now. ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We might find our place in this world someday but at least for now, &lt;br /&gt;I gotta go my own way.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-1339957473649754672?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/1339957473649754672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=1339957473649754672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/1339957473649754672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/1339957473649754672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/12/many-things-happened-be-it-good-or-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-5873436911671423809</id><published>2007-12-04T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T16:35:36.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/119677279549684.jpg"width="157"/&gt; &lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/1196772795496841.jpg"width="160"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been months since i last saw this little imp. oh, only god knows how much we love him. &lt;br /&gt;i would'nt know if we would meet again. maybe someday, maybe never. im just counting the days to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss his smile.&lt;br /&gt;i miss his laughter. &lt;br /&gt;i miss his sillyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss him, so very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-5873436911671423809?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/5873436911671423809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=5873436911671423809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/5873436911671423809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/5873436911671423809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-been-months-since-i-last-saw-this.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-7491506104905913093</id><published>2007-12-02T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T16:32:31.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holla December!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSC00372.jpg"width="300"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night, met up with Ijan. Accompanied him to Bukit Panjang to meet his friends. Bused down to Woodlands quite late to meet up with the clan. Went to catch a midnight movie. We watched &lt;b&gt;Enchanted&lt;/b&gt;. It was great. A movie that's worth your money. It was past midnight when the movie ended. We decided to spend the night at Marnie's house, since Ain and Sadad was there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the 7-11, bought a few bottles of liquor and head to Crescent Park. Damn that place was dark and eery. Talked, sang and dance. We moved off at 5.30am. Rushed to the bedroom upon reaching the house. Everyone was sleeping like sardines packed in a can. I was awaken countless times, especially with Ijan beside me. He snored like a little pig and it gets louder each time. It stopped only when Sadad gave him a hard smack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched &lt;b&gt;Follow The Law&lt;/b&gt; on vcd in the afternoon. Cabbed home with Roy later and continued my beauty sleep, now peacefully. Mum sarcasticly suggested that I don't come back home at all, since I'm always out. Woke up and found that she bought me food for dinner. Hah! Sayang kamu, Mummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I can't wait for my room makeover! &lt;br /&gt;Wheeeee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-7491506104905913093?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/7491506104905913093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=7491506104905913093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/7491506104905913093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/7491506104905913093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/12/schools-over.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-4055432319000060621</id><published>2007-11-28T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T11:30:26.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 more days to the end of school. Geesh, I did'nt realise how fast time flies.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm really gonna miss these bunch of loves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/21112007038.jpg"width="300"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys rock my world man! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video below is something Elfie did while waiting for our class advisor. We were just passing time lah. Don't mind if it's abit lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;embed width="350" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i178.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/28112007.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of quality in the video. Obviously Ijan's hp sucks. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;Please tilt your head to the left. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-4055432319000060621?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/4055432319000060621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=4055432319000060621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/4055432319000060621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/4055432319000060621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/11/2-more-days-to-end-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-7715420458298016991</id><published>2007-11-23T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T16:26:11.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Happy 18th Birthday To Yana.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully being a year older would make&lt;br /&gt;you a year wiser too.&lt;br /&gt;Much love to you Girlfriend!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Happy Belated Birthday To Daddy Dearest.&lt;br /&gt;We'll pray for your good health and&lt;br /&gt;may ALLAH bless you with good days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;We Love You, Daddy.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;----------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 paper down, 3 more to go. Bid farewell to Business Personal Finance. It was quite easy, minus the tricky MCQ questions. I'm actually glad that I can do it. Dad came to fetch me as I had a swollen foot, which I don't know how the hell it happens. Weird ey. No falls, bangs or anything. Woke up with one fat foot. So, I was called Titi Tempang in school today. pfft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday, November 21.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at Charcoal Restaurant with classmates was awesome. Delicious spread of food with a cool ambience. Chicken for main dish and Double Chocolate Cake for dessert. A heavenly sensation when the chocolate melts in the mouth. What more could we ask for? Everything was perfect. It really made our stomach sing tra-la-la-la-la happily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbed the forever-stairs of Fort Canning Park after lunch. Camwhored and laughed like there's no tomorrow. Separated from half of the clan. Met Azhar and we chilled at the Esplanade together with Sadad and Ijan, along with their girlfriends. I got sleepy soon and we head home quite early that night. Click on my photo gallery for the pictures okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;----------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that everyone knows how small our island is. And that nobody can really hide or run away for so long. Sooner or later, you'll be caught. So &lt;b&gt;Raden&lt;/b&gt;, you can stop doing all your stupid shits right now, cause I've caught you red-handed. Fucking moron. You never thought that I would saw you ey. Well guess what, you're busted! Thanks for being my "friend" all this while. So long sucker!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-7715420458298016991?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/7715420458298016991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=7715420458298016991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/7715420458298016991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/7715420458298016991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/11/1-paper-down-3-more-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-8549163446432779153</id><published>2007-11-18T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T15:31:47.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love the pinkish background. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azhar came over to my place, bringing along Baby Ryhan. &lt;br /&gt;Quickly got dressed and off we go.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jurong Point for our lunch. Yes, with the baby's pram and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Baby Ryhan was being naughty today. &lt;br /&gt;So bad that Azhar had to put away his food that's only half eaten. &lt;br /&gt;Poor him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We toured the shopping centre. Went to Toysrus.&lt;br /&gt;Intention was to make Baby Ryhan abit happy but we were the one&lt;br /&gt;who got over excited in there instead. &lt;br /&gt;Playing with the toys and craps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to buy a pair of shoes but none caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;Returned to Woodlands at night.&lt;br /&gt;Chilled over Strawberry Milkshake and Cheese Balls.&lt;br /&gt;Played around with Baby Ryhan. Super active, that small kid.&lt;br /&gt;I got tired entertaining him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, he's the one who made my day.&lt;br /&gt;The adorable smile and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;He's so cute even people smiled when seeing his face.&lt;br /&gt;Such a cutie pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday blues tomorrow. Really not looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;Taraaa~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-8549163446432779153?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/8549163446432779153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=8549163446432779153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/8549163446432779153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/8549163446432779153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/11/now-im-done-with-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-1350515951932578009</id><published>2007-11-12T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T13:19:55.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSC02466-1.jpg"width="250"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, it's over. Our mind is at ease now.&lt;br /&gt;I got few snapshots taken. View my photo gallery okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, loves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-1350515951932578009?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/1350515951932578009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=1350515951932578009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/1350515951932578009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/1350515951932578009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/11/at-last-its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-422465681279395442</id><published>2007-11-11T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T19:08:05.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i still havent decide what outfit to put on for BEG phase test tomorrow. at least im glad that im not alone. i can say that almost all of us are not prepared yet. okay, maybe except for Jannah. the rest, just cant be bothered. worst still, Elfie texted me saying that he didnt even have a clue about it. geesh Elfie, you're lucky you have me! but im already like panicking right now ehh. i hope borrowing sister's work jacket will help. then i still have to decide on my bottom. skirt or pants? ergh. sungguh memeningkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another thing is, we ladies have to bring our makeup set to school. meaning, we'll put on our makeup only when the test starts. we wont want our makeup to 'melt' if we put it on from home. &amp;im sure the weather's gonna be hot tomorrow. yuck! &amp;we have to huyung-hayang our outfit all the way from home. eeyeer, melecehkan ahhh. im just hoping that i'll get good grade for this stupid test lah okay. wish me luck! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was lying in the living room watching tv with mum &amp; dad when they suddenly talked about my late grandparents &amp; Ismail. Ismail, yes, my elder brother. they seldom spoke to us about them, especially about my late brother. so everytime they start this conversation, i'll get all excited &amp; interested. the fact is that, i just can't believe that i actually had an elder brother. but sadly, i didnt get the chance to feel his presence. neither the feeling to get pampered by my grandparents from both paternal and maternal side. mum said that brother passed away when he was young. his grave is located right beside my grandparents'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only he's still around now, i guess im gonna get along with him so well as he is given birth just before me &amp; that i get along better with guys.im sure gonna share my secrets with him. arghhh okay, im exaggerating. HEE! dont mind my exaggeration, i just wish that i have an elder brother. im thankful enough tho, that i had these 5 crazy sisters of mine lah of cos. auntie dropped by their grave last week to have their white cloth changed. i told my parents that i wanted to visit their graves one day. its been ages since i last went there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just missed them eventhough i've never seen them before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;semoga roh mereka dicucuri rahmat. amin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night was quite noisy. it will always be when second sister sleptover for the night &amp; meetup with first sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, mum &amp; dad was invited to attend a friend's dinner at Bukit Timah. dad wanted to fetch mum straight after his work before 8pm, but he called home only at 7.30pm. mum changed in a hurry. she panicked when she didnt know which dress to slip into. so, my two sweet elder sisters helped her. she had her shower while we ironed her dress. dad already called for the third time. once mum put on her dress, second sister quickly pulled her to my room and put on some makeup for her. HAH! how cute. my mum is the type of person who goes on natural beauty and she seldom put makeup on. some eye shadow, blusher &amp; lipstick then off she go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she looked like a Datin going for a first time dating ahh. weewit.&lt;br /&gt;sisters called dad up to disturb him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- once my mummy go in the car, you must kiss her hand ok. dont come home late ok. before 12 must bring her home ok. remember to hold her hand ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH! super cuteness right. i dont think my dad is that romantic! he's more to the serious side. bleah, how boring ehh. i wont want to have a bf like him. but one thing for sure, they look so sweet in green outfit together. HEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-422465681279395442?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/422465681279395442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=422465681279395442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/422465681279395442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/422465681279395442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-still-cant-decide-what-outfit-to-put.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-7499609787043736233</id><published>2007-11-08T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T23:30:52.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;i felt so empty since you're gone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, my loves was my medicine to at least lessen the pain. they were my smile and laughter. they are loved.&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/274/274134we6vei63et.gif"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i managed to put you away from my mind for awhile and hide everything everytime when i was with them. but you came back to haunt me at midnight. i guess you will forever be in me and it'll take a long time to let you go, even though i've tried. ok, enough said. i'm being too emotional here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a week since i last blogged. i was so occupied with stuffs that i couldnt find the time to sit back and switch on the pc. and i miss my Hikmah 3 too. my mood was so down that i dont feel like doing anything. well, im feeling much better now and im back. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last weekend was spent well with the clan. we had a mini barbeque party for Ain's advanced 17th birthday celebration. Roy and me moved off from Azhar's house at 8pm and bused down to East Coast Park. we had our late dinner and our drinking session began when Elfie arrived. everyone got high and tipsy over Absolute Vodka and another bottle of Glenn's Vodka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a great time the whole night and went back home in the later afternoon. i was so shagged that i went straight to bed. my celly rang at 8.15pm and i saw Lina's name appear on the screen. she wanted to meet up at 9pm. so i headed down to woodlands and got a treat from her. Ekin was there too. we had a great convo over starbucks. cabbed home quite late and dragged myself to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on wednesday night, was suppose to head down to MOS but something stupid came up and it had to be cancelled. just when i got everything ready and perfect to go, it takes just one pathetic person to destroy everything. i was so upset that i broke down and cried badly. i was so disappointed with someone and i cant hold back my tears. i just dont understand him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a public holiday and met the clan to complete our school project(s). everyone was so late. standard, &lt;i&gt;janji melayu.&lt;/i&gt; so Roy, Elfie and me decided to start on our project first. we had our Java Chip from Starbucks to start our brains. dinner at banquet, ghost stories, blablabla, headed home at 10.30pm. had a funny conversation over the phone with Azhar before falling asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of school projects, i guess school gets better everyday for me. today was my first time attending assembly for the new term and it felt good. i have to admit that im proud of myself. thank you to my loves too for pushing me to attend school. &lt;i&gt;kiss kiss to all of you!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i guess i shall end it here since my post is a dull one today. &lt;br /&gt;i tink i'll edit this post with some pictures later aight. till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-7499609787043736233?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/7499609787043736233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=7499609787043736233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/7499609787043736233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/7499609787043736233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-felt-so-empty-since-youre-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-7271848662983264112</id><published>2007-11-01T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T11:33:33.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i106.piczo.com/view/4/f/q/k/i/2/n/e/f/7/o/x/img/i326587274_563_6.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;me without you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like A&amp;F without the moose, coach purses without their Cs and laguna without the drama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meaning, it's pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only you could look inside a girl. you would see how much she really cries. you would find so many secrets and lots of lies but what you'll see the most is how hard it is to stay strong when nothing is right and everything is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could tell you one thing, i guess it would be that i love hearing your voice and that your smile just happens to brighten my entire day. you make my heart skip beats like a scratched cd. &lt;br /&gt;don't you love how every girls profile is about that one guy and yet he never know that every word is about him???? &lt;br /&gt;you said you don't care but the look in your eyes tells a completely different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it doesn't matter anymore. i guess things happen for a reason. tears will eventually fade and one day everything will be exactly how it's suppossed to be. i have to admit, that love is like a war. easy to start, hard to end and impossible to forget. but &lt;b&gt;moving on&lt;/b&gt; is the process and i have to promise myself that i'm really ready to let go. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures of raya outing with bishanians are posted at my gallery. &lt;br /&gt;check it out.&lt;br /&gt;till the next post. taraaaaa~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-7271848662983264112?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/7271848662983264112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=7271848662983264112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/7271848662983264112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/7271848662983264112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/11/me-without-you-its-like-without-moose.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-4244807901899964203</id><published>2007-10-28T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T11:31:50.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BELATED 19th BIRTHDAY TO NUR AZHAR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U're old, old, old! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;A year older &amp; hopefully a year wiser too!&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day today, tomorrow &amp; forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE YOU, B GEMOK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Titivok &amp; Nanasontoloyo, sorry I didn't reply to your msgs. I just checked them today. I won't be able to follow aniways, so you ladies have a great day ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a busy week. &lt;br /&gt;I have alot to tell but I'll type out only what I remember okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School sucks to the core this week. Attendance was bad bad bad. So bad that I didn't attend a single POA lesson. &amp; I didn't even see my class advisor the whole week! Obviously I'm in serious trouble &amp; I will be lagging behind in class. -____-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt; afternoon, brother came to fetch me &amp; Mum. Sleepover at his house for a few days. Before heading to his home at Bedok, drove John &amp; Abg Khaled home first. Headed down to Sheng Shiong for food hunting. Reached Bedok and I was bored as there's nothing that I can do there but watch tv. And so, I became a potato couch the whole day, up to night. Not happy okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;, brother was supposed to send me &amp; Jannah to school but he wasn't free. I wasn't feeling that good either so texted Jannah saying that I won't be turning up that day. Slept the whole afternoon. Woke up &amp; I was all alone. At that moment, I wish I was in school. I was stuck to the sofa the whole day, again. Watched tv &amp; the tv watched me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSC00089.jpg"width="300"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were my company for the day.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, I Love U Guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;, went to school with Jannah. I must say that I'm lucky to have her staying at Bedok &amp; only a block away from brother's. Bitch, you're my heroine. Was in school for only 2 hours &amp; went home with Ijan &amp; Ifa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, changed &amp; met them at Jurong East. Head down to Bedok and after tht cabbed down to Lucky Plaza. Had our lunch at Ayam Penyet Ria. Seriously Ijan, eating there was a bad decision. My button can burst out anytime even before the food was finished. But, it was fun having lunch with 2 of them. Worth it!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/25102007013.jpg"width="200"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/25102007024.jpg"width="300"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/25102007022.jpg"width="200"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/25102007026.jpg"width="250"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/25102007029.jpg"width="250"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soda Gembira really made us happy. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/25102007032.jpg"width="200"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/25102007045.jpg"width="250"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with lunch, time for shopping. We were so full, we already felt tired walking only halfway to Far East. HAHH! Really, the feeling sucks. &lt;br /&gt;Shop, shop &amp; shop till we drop. Okay, maybe only Ifa will drop. We had crazy funny fun fun time there mannn. In the middle of craziness, Nani called saying that my class advisor called Dad &amp; told him about my attendance. I wasn't surprise as all of our clan have received the phonecall too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9+, headed home. We were like &lt;i&gt;dodoberds&lt;/i&gt; deciding on whether to take the bus, mrt or cab home. HAH! Like wth.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, feeling lazy, we took bus 143. Another bad bad decision. It was freezing cold &amp; I got sick. Cabbed home again from Jurong East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was all alone at home that day since everyone was out. Brother came back earlier to take his stuff for camp &amp; went back to Bedok. Pfft. I thought he'll be accompanying me at home. I admit I was abit afraid staying home alone that night. HEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;, skipped school again. Went out with loves for Raya. But sadly, most pictures are in Ifa's digicam &amp; still not distributed yet. Ifaaaaa, do your job lah bitch. I'll post it on the next entry or just visit my gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already 12.30am by the time we reached my place, the last house for the day. Mum wasn't asleep &amp; she spoke to me in her room about school. I was expecting her to yell at me cause it's like my 256 times skipping school. But she was being nice &amp; told me to stop doing all that. Of course, I was happy. HEE! They knocked off at 1am &amp; I went to bed. Damn, we had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yesterday&lt;/b&gt; was supposed to be Sisters' movie night out but was cancelled at the very last minute. Called Ekin up &amp; decided to meet at 9pm. We chilled over Ice Apple Tea at Civic Centre. Amaleena, her bf &amp; Yana joined shortly after. Reminicsing (sp?) the past, secondary school days, the rebellious times &amp; many more. We sure had great laughs. Damn I missed them. I'm really looking forward to meeting u girls again. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/-CaNdiD-267.jpg"width="300"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today&lt;/b&gt;, obviously I stayed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, it's already the 3rd week of Raya. I guess there isn't any raya outing with secondary schoolmates again, unless if they've gone out without informing me &amp; some others lah. Kind of felt abit disappointed &amp; sad that they forget "some" of their friends. &amp; that is still I'm not sure if we are considered as their friends. I mean it's like, everyone is busy with their own stuffs on usual days &amp; this is the only time that we can get together. Doesn't matter if we're not that close or whatever lah. It's not nice to leave people behind you know. Spare a thought for us lah. We already felt bad. Come on lah, we're only a call away. Sending a text won't hurt right? It's then up to us if we would join, at least you made the initiative to inform us. I just don't understand. This is not the first time, mind you. I'm not trying to speak ill about you people, just speaking up on behalf of "them" &amp; also myself. I just feel that it's not fair &amp; I can smell &lt;b&gt;favourism&lt;/b&gt;. No offence ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;---------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love these pictures. Macam hot hot heat gitu. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/25102007002.jpg"width="200"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/PCtUrprFeCt112.jpg"width="200"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-4244807901899964203?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/4244807901899964203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=4244807901899964203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/4244807901899964203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/4244807901899964203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-been-busy-week.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-5402570363724938201</id><published>2007-10-21T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T11:29:04.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sand Architect. HAHAHA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day spent at the beach will always be fun. Sandcastle activity was awesome. Despite knocking off from CCK at 5.30 in the morning, I was still late. All thanks to dearest Elfie. Bus-ed down to East Coast Park. Briefied, group discussions and bla bla bla, we started work at 9am. We have to build our sandcastle from scratch. Meaning, from a pile of soft and loose sand. Building a sandcastle needs 15 to 20 buckets of water. Okay,that's new for me. Hehh. Basically, our job is to construct a Resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not easy at first as we have to make sure that the base is hard enough so that the sandcastle on top of it won't collapse in the middle of construction or by the end of it. And of course we got help from two malay instructors. &lt;i&gt;Baek!&lt;/i&gt; They even helped us build the bridge to connect the theme park &amp; the shop. We were lucky that the weather wasn't humid hot. It was drizzling &amp; was sun-windy in the afternoon. After 2 hours, we were left with 10 minutes to connect all the sandcastle that we build.  Mind you, it's large okay. Everyone started to work quickly and I can really see the team spirit. &lt;i&gt;POWER!&lt;/i&gt; Believe it or not, we need alot of teamwork and endurance just to built a sandcastle. Hahh! One small mistake and everything will go wrong. It may sound so simple, but it's not! The activity ends after we took our group photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed and had our breakfast cum lunch &amp; bus-ed down to Jurong. We were annoyed cause we sat for 2 friggin hours in the bus. Gees! My butt felt so flat by the time we reached the interchange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/ABCD0002-2.jpg"width="300"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gift Shop&lt;br /&gt;Done by Elfie, Sadad &amp; Marnie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/ABCD0003.jpg"width="300"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Theme Park&lt;br /&gt;Done by Roy, Ain &amp; Me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's only 2 parts to the Resort. There's more bigger &amp; larger parts done by the other team mates. I didn't manage to snap the picture of the whole Resort. It's so amazing. From piles of sand to something beautiful. It felt so good seeing our effort that turns out to be wonderful. I'll post up other pictures when I received from the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it's an unregretful experience that comes once in a lifetime. Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was home all alone as familia left for raya outing. &lt;i&gt;Sedih tau.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to spent the night at Bedok but I was too tired &amp; overslept. Of course, everyone was mad at me but I can't help it lah okay. You guys were late too, so don't blame me alone. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, skipped school on Friday. Stayed home as brother-in-law will be having lunch here with Abg Khaled. At 12pm, Dad's big boss came for a visit. A bunch of friendly rich people. We even got red packets. Mum was glad they enjoyed lunch. Dad's lady boss wanted me to continue studies in Republic Poly as she used to be a lecturer there &amp; recommended that it's a good place. I'll think about it okay Dad. Brother came at 2pm. After lunch, proceed to Bedok [B-I-L's house] as he needs to rest before heading for work at 8pm. Went to Tampines to fetch Hidir &amp; sent Abg Khaled home. Reached Bedok at 6pm &amp; we watched tv. Return back to Marsiling at 7.30pm to see Farah &amp; B at home. &lt;br /&gt;Again, we watched tv til our eyes almost go blind. We had dinner &amp; decided to battle on our pores. HAHA! Put on the Biore pore pack &amp; wait &amp; wait &amp; wait......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/ABCD0006-1.jpg"width="100"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/ABCD0004.jpg"width="100"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/ABCD0005-1.jpg"width="100"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sungguh burok!&lt;/i&gt; And we have no winner cause I took off mine before it was dry. &lt;i&gt;Rimas ahhh.&lt;/i&gt; At 10.30pm, we went over to Sister Ina's house before we cabbed home. Dropped B at his home &amp; over to CCK. Something bad happenned between cousins &amp; won't mention it here. Of course I won't want the whole world to know about my internal stuffs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, check out the Sleepy Charming Prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Keje kuat sey build sandcastle. Hahaaaaah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/ABCD0001-2.jpg"width="200"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Byeeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-5402570363724938201?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/5402570363724938201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=5402570363724938201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/5402570363724938201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/5402570363724938201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/10/future-sand-architect-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-8874263830600749091</id><published>2007-10-18T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T02:25:54.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/family.jpg"width="250"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect 10.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/119272130166963.jpg"width="250"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syzterz By Blood.&lt;br /&gt;From Left to Right;&lt;br /&gt;Sister No. 2,4[Me],5,1,3.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, I've revealed the pictures of myself in permed hair. Hahaaa. I know I look so round &amp; chubby but at the same time, I know I look cute too kannn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you guys think? Do I look better in perm or rebonded hair??? Give me your opinions lah okay. Maybe I can change to another hairstyle next year. HEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the pictures of sisters so much. Different colour outfit but the same type of material. &lt;i&gt;Kain songket&lt;/i&gt; for the bottom except for Nani. &lt;br /&gt;Gourgeous eyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post up more pictures when I've received all of it from Sister Aida okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-8874263830600749091?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/8874263830600749091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=8874263830600749091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/8874263830600749091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/8874263830600749091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/10/at-last-ive-revealed-pictures-of-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-81705825810393507</id><published>2007-10-17T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T00:01:13.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, I settled on using value card. It's my first time using prepaid so I'm not used to it lah. I'm so used to having a bill account since I was young. No, I'm not trying to brag. Just stating the fact.&lt;br /&gt;Hafto learn how to activate/deactivate stuffs &amp; everything. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks Roy for teaching me abit of it. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You can do it Titi!&lt;/b&gt; HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, school was much better today. At least there's Ifa to bitch around with. HEE! I regret signing up for the sandcastle thingy together with 3 of the clan. Haiyah. Thanks to each other lah ye. We wanted to go so badly that we totally forgot about Hari Raya. Now we have no other choice but to attend it this Saturday, the day when the familia will be going out to visit more houses! Sheesh. I'm still not sure if familia will be waiting for me. I hope so lah. Please Daddy.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School ended at 12.15pm &amp; accompanied Roy to have his haircut while the others have to head back home. I saved your day again Roy. &lt;b&gt;*WINKS&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After the haircut, went round &amp; round Bishan searching for a Starhub shop but to no avail. Was smoking when Roy thought of going to J8. He was so sure that there will be a Starhub shop there. Proceed there but still to no avail so we window shopped instead. Roy bought himself a shirt from IP Zone. Gorgeous. I LIKEEE! Went down to Causeway Point where I bought my value card. Also bought abit of my makeup stuffs &amp; a baby pink cutex. Hehh. Chilled &amp; waste time before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, &amp; while I was at Bishan, saw lots &amp; lots of pretty tops. Damn, I regret paying up the 80 bucks debt to M1. Shit. I was upset ah okay. I payed up a.s.a.p just to find my line had been terminated. I called earlier to ask about it but they didn't even mention about the termination. &lt;b&gt;FUCK MANNNN.&lt;/b&gt; If only I still had that 80 bucks in my hands, I would have gone shopping with you ahhh Roy. Kannnn kannn????? 80 bucks tau. &lt;b&gt;80&lt;/b&gt;. Not 18 okay! *GGGRRRR. I'm so pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SO SESAPE YANG DAH DAPAT NUMBER, SMS JE LAH YER.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeeeeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-81705825810393507?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/81705825810393507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=81705825810393507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/81705825810393507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/81705825810393507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/10/finally-i-settled-on-using-card-value.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-1548277543946885806</id><published>2007-10-15T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T00:01:21.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be outside &amp; not back yet right now. B planned to go raya at his friend's house &amp; wanted me to tag along using our pink outfit. Unfortunately, he felt tired after shopping for the son that he dozed off &amp; overslept! Oh well, looks like we have to go another day &amp; I'm not sure when as he's working &amp; I'm schooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Raya celebration was a great one for me. This was the first time celebrating raya with our new family member, Bro Khai. His presence makes our family picture perfect. I LOVE IT! Went off at 2pm and visited Abah at Alexandra Hospital. It's heartbreaking seeing him lying on the hospital bed, lifeless &amp; speechless. I'm hoping that he'll recover soon &amp; like what Nani says, maintain his health at least. Next stop, to Tampines where my uncle from the maternal side lives. As always, I had fun meeting all the crazy cousins. I felt the bond that we had ever since we were young. Catching up with life &amp; everything. FUN! And so the list goes on to where we headed next. Managed to collect $100+ just on the first day! KECHING! &lt;i&gt;Alhamdullilah, rezeki beb.&lt;/i&gt; HAHA. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Second day of raya, stayed home as cousins will drop by. Since Sister Marlia is married &amp; moved out, I have to help Mum set up the buffet &amp; prepare the foods &amp; drinks. She used to do that every year &amp; now, it's my turn to take over her position. Aawww. My house was so packed that there's no space left to sit. Hah! Guess we have to buy a bigger house soon ey Mum. Hehe. Cousins came one after another. B came along with his family too. I was so beat that I went straight to bed after everyone left. I don't have any pictures for now but I'll flood my next post with lots of it okey. That is if, Sister Aida send me the pictures lah, so you guys wait &amp; wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was such a bore today. Only 4 of our clan turned up &amp; yes, they love my new hairdo. Yeahhhh! Thanks ey guys. HAH! Ohh &amp; thanks to the nameless fugly girl who whisper so loudly that I could actually hear you, commenting bout my hair. Eyh hello, at least my hair looks better than yours okey, fatgirl. You so deserve that cold stare of mine. *WINKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aniways Ifa, Laika rebond rambot xiak. Dah jambu beb die. HAHA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't feeling good as I was having an upset stomach. Actually went to the toilet twice in school &amp; once at J8 immediately after lunch at LJS. $4.20 down the drain. Pfft. Even Elfie notice my toilet visits. Damn I really hate the feeling.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so loving my hair right now. HEE!&lt;br /&gt;I hate it at first cause I look so fugly that I almost cried but after awhile, I'm used to it. All thanks to Sister Ina for paying half of the cost &amp; also buying me the hair cream. You make me feel good on the first day of raya! &lt;b&gt;eyhehehehe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B was the first person who saw my new hairdo on Friday. I was suprised to see him breakfast at my house with the son, baby Ryhan. =D He said that I look cute &amp; I look like Sharifah Aini.  -____-" &lt;br /&gt;Wth. Okay at least there's cute. HAHA! &amp; baby Reyhan don't recognise me anymore. So sad. You'll get used to it too okay sayang. Don't listen to your Baba. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, till my next post.&lt;br /&gt;Taraaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-1548277543946885806?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/1548277543946885806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=1548277543946885806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/1548277543946885806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/1548277543946885806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-supposed-to-be-outside-not-back-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-5665139358025264874</id><published>2007-10-11T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T01:28:52.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow marks the last day of the fasting month. How great! No more waking up early in the morning &amp; best of all, no more starving. Hehehh. Well, we'll have to wait for next year for this wonderful &amp; grateful month. &lt;i&gt;Insyallah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The festive is 2 days away. I'm sure everyone is busy preparing everything for the very last minute. I like it though. My house will be clean &amp; beautiful with the new curtains, cushions and the decorations lah. And not to forget, food, food &amp; more food. HAHAHA. &lt;i&gt;Boyak lah sumer eyh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, I can't wait to meet the cousins, especially the one &amp; only cousin Faliq who behaves like a biscuit these few months. The gathering &amp; the 'snap-snap'.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting my loves loves was cancelled today as majority couldn't turn up. Oh well, nothing new. Only that I got abit upset cause we've not breakfast together. Not even once. &lt;br /&gt;I don't think we ever will. =(&lt;br /&gt;You know, it's like so difficult for us to gather together &amp; have fun like we used to. The plan will either cock up or everyone will go dumb-dumb. Herghhhh. Whatever. Guess I won't be as enthusiastic as I was when meeting them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, I'll be meeting Sister Marlia tomorrow in the evening. What else??? Our new hairdo lah! Yeahhhhh. Coolness bebeh! Sister Nani will be doing some too. After our new hairdo, will be heading down to Geylang for the good bargains at the strike of 12am with familia. And I'm gonna have the most tiring day tomorrow. Spring cleaning the living room. Luckily Sister Nani cleaned up our room yesterday, so one chore down &amp; one more to go. Dearest boyfriend Azhar, see you tomorrow too okay, b. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have to get going now. Hafto continue baking the &lt;i&gt;kuehs&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Incase I won't be online tomorrow [most probably not!], I wanna wish everyone &lt;b&gt;Selamat Hari Raya. Maaf Zahir &amp; Batin.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Ahboy, see you on the first day of raya. *Winks&lt;br /&gt;To loves loves, see you all on Monday. &lt;br /&gt;Damn, the start of the new term. Great. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun &amp; take care everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-5665139358025264874?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/5665139358025264874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=5665139358025264874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/5665139358025264874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/5665139358025264874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/10/tomorrow-marks-last-day-of-fasting.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-5487604311754650527</id><published>2007-10-08T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T00:39:00.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I get more &amp; more excited as the big day grew nearer. This is it guys; 4 more days to Hari Raya. Trust me, with a blink of an eye, it will be over soon. Aaawww. So sad. Hahahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not been afraid of the dark until three days ago. I start to have the phobia of stepping into the kitchen without the lights on. The reason is because, my kitchen has been invaded by mr, mrs &amp; baby cockroaches. EEEEWWWW! I have no idea how the hell they got here but one thing for sure, they really freak me out &amp; they give me goosebumps. I screamed my lungs out &amp; ran &lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/crashnuclearcentury/icons/pixel2/robot3.gif"&gt; around the house when Farah chased me &lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/crashnuclearcentury/icons/pixel2/robopale.gif"&gt; wanting to throw a cockroach at me. Scary kann! Everyone was laughing. Eeyerrr, creepy crawlers.  The sight of them is just soooo 'erkghh'. I can't wait for Daddy to get rid of them. Bleagh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, I have some bad &amp; good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first bad news is,&lt;br /&gt;There's something wrong with the links to other blogger's blog &amp; I don't know why. So meanwhile, I'll leave it as it is until I find the solution to the problem okay. You guys wait &amp; wait. Oh, you guys see my tagboard? The colour is fugly. I wanted to change but I forgot my password, AGAIN. Hah! Pathetic ahh. I have to leave it like that forever. Erh, or maybe when I suddenly remember the password? Okay, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly,&lt;br /&gt;I still have a long list of tasks which needs to be completed. I can say that almost everything's &lt;b&gt;NOT DONE&lt;/b&gt; yet. Gah! Mum &amp; me have been busy with the &lt;i&gt;kuehs&lt;/i&gt; that relatives and friends ordered and we really haven't got the time to spring clean yet. Arghh! I got sick just yesterday and I really have to get to work really sooooon. Pfft. -__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon Titi! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly,&lt;br /&gt;My beloved Uncle Sani, or known as &lt;i&gt;Abah&lt;/i&gt;, was hospitalised due to stroke attack. I was shocked. Sad okay. He's so old &amp; I remembered him saying these words to me &amp; siblings when we met him during Hari Raya last 2 years; &lt;i&gt;"Ingat Abah tau. Ni Abah korang, ingat tau, jangan lupekan Abah tau."&lt;/i&gt; Oh my GOD. Very sad right?? Haiz. Get well soon Abah. We will pray for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ,the good news.&lt;br /&gt;I will be doing my new hairdo this week. Yippee! I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;I want to rebond can? or perm? EEK! I'm back to being fickle-minded.&lt;br /&gt;Ifa, how? Decide for me again, plssss. HEE!&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is, new hair equals to new image. &lt;br /&gt;Cool or what??! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Farah did her curls today &amp; I got jealous! Hmpff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a day late but I wanna wish my beloved twin sisters a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BELATED 29&lt;i&gt;th&lt;/i&gt; &amp; 16&lt;i&gt;th&lt;/i&gt; BIRTHDAY &lt;br /&gt;TO SISTER MARLIA &amp; SISTER NANI!&lt;br /&gt;A year older &amp; hopefully a year wiser too yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great &amp; fun days ahead!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love ya'll. &lt;i&gt;Muah Muah!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a big big familia gathering yesterday. Farah &amp; family came down too. And not to forget, Sister Mas &amp; Cutie Baby Izyani. Everyone gathered for breakfast. &lt;i&gt;Fuhhh. Kecoh habes.&lt;/i&gt; Havoc man. After breakfast, sisters exchanged birthday gifts and they were both happy. Yey! Sister Nani even got a letter of appreciation for Mum. Aaaaawwww. So touching. She cried, Mum cried &amp; even Farah cried! Hahahahh! Klakar okey! I just love them so much. Having them around was pure fun. Kiss Kiss to familia! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week will be a hectic one for me. Last minute spring cleaning, visit bazaar Geylang again, meeting my love love &amp; not forgetting, my new hairdo. Weeweeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest boyfriend, Azhar, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;jangan lupe ketupat ku!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love u eh, B-b.&lt;/i&gt; HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Slamat Berbuka&lt;/i&gt; yaw!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-5487604311754650527?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/5487604311754650527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=5487604311754650527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/5487604311754650527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/5487604311754650527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-get-more-more-excited-as-big-day-grew.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-4893655432610571940</id><published>2007-10-05T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T02:35:10.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a funny convo in MSN with Roy last night.&lt;br /&gt;I find it amusing though. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Truth that were left unspoken&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;hell bitch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;t i t i .&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;hell bitch kau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Truth that were left unspoken&lt;/b&gt; says: &lt;br /&gt;anda sihat? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;t i t i .&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;alhamdullilah, sihat2 ajer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;t i t i .&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;anda pula?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Truth that were left unspoken&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt; alhamdullilah..syukur kepada allah  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Truth that were left unspoken&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt; semoga sentiasa sihat la &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Truth that were left unspoken&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;  saye ni kan org sihat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Truth that were left unspoken&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;  mudah mudahan sihat selalu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Truth that were left unspoken&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;  saye btol2 harap akan sentiasa sihat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Truth that were left unspoken&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;  kerana saya suka gaya hidop sihat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Truth that were left unspoken&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt; itu yg buat saya sihat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Truth that were left unspoken&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;  makan makanan sihat, minom minoman sihat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Truth that were left unspoken&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;  dan itu membuat saya sihat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Truth that were left unspoken&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;anda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;t i t i .&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;saya suke sangat selalu sihat sebab saya sihat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;t i t i .&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;  sihat tu saya  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;t i t i .&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;  saya sihat sangat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;t i t i .&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;  sesungguhnya sihat saya sangat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;t i t i .&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;kan sebut sebut selalu bulu jembot &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Truth that were left unspoken&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Truth that were left unspoken&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;da shave jembot ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;t i t i .&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;abe kau pegi balek sihat sihat sihat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;t i t i .&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;  kluakan la bulu jembot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Truth that were left unspoken&lt;/b&gt; says: &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritating ryte??? &lt;i&gt;Pegi balek ngan die nye sihat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's another part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Truth that were left unspoken&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;awak nk kite? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Truth that were left unspoken&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;  hehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Truth that were left unspoken&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;  malu nye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Truth that were left unspoken&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;  kalau awak sudi, suroh la org tua awak masok minang kiter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;t i t i .&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;eeee taknak lahh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;t i t i .&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;saye malu lahh. mane ade org pompan masok minang lelaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Truth that were left unspoken&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;abeh kite malu la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Truth that were left unspoken&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;alaaaa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Truth that were left unspoken&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt; boleh laaaaaaaaa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Truth that were left unspoken&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;  nk jugak! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Truth that were left unspoken&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt; awak nk kahwin tknk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;t i t i .&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;tanakk! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;t i t i .&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;  tak mauuuuu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;t i t i .&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;  saye segan la nak kahwen2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Truth that were left unspoken&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;lambat nanti org lain minang kiter, kiter tk tau eh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;t i t i .&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;  ermm tkpela, kite tak kesah ponn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Truth that were left unspoken&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;mulai sekarang jgn ganggu hidop kiter lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;t i t i .&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;awak awak &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;t i t i .&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt; last ehh, kite sayang awak! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;t i t i .&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;  muahh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;t i t i .&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt; i luv u babyboy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Truth that were left unspoken&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Truth that were left unspoken&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;kiter da disunting org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Truth that were left unspoken&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;yey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Cute kan! Full of nonsense man this guy.&lt;br /&gt;Aniway, my wisdom tooth is growing. It's painful okay. I can't eat properly and it feels like there's something stuck in the gums. The tooth is like forcing and pushing my gum to make it's way out and I don't feel good. Help. =((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-4893655432610571940?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/4893655432610571940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=4893655432610571940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/4893655432610571940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/4893655432610571940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/10/eyh-i-had-this-funny-conversation-with.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-1668473934968165978</id><published>2007-10-04T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T01:00:56.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a long and exhausting day yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;I was out the whole day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had only 2 hours of sleep. Farah called and I was half awake while talking to her on the phone. I didn't really hear what she was saying, or should I say what she was &lt;b&gt;asking&lt;/b&gt;. It's like her voice was in my dream you know. Hung up the phone and continued sleeping. Mum nudged me at 10.30am and asked if I'm gonna meet Farah. This is when I panicked. I don't know anything about meeting her or whatever. Gah! I immediately bathe and get ready cause I know that I'm already late, eventhough I still don't know about the meetup. Finally called her up and I was to accompany her to Orchard Rd to collect her pay. Met at Woodland and blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Taka and her manager was not in and we have to come back at 2.30pm. So meanwhile, we window shopped around town and I bumped into Peipei. I was abit blur at first when I saw her cause I thought that she's in retail doing her attachment but she's in the same course as me. Duh! *smacks forehead* Came back shortly and guess what? Her stupid and inconsiderate manager couldn't come down to the office. Such a waste of time! Seriously eyh, &lt;i&gt;dudok rumah tido lagi bagos kan.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/crashnuclearcentury/icons/pixel2/b045505d.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to head down to Bugis. Walked all the way to Arab St to buy some desserts for breakfast. Another place that's hot hot heat. We were sweating like nobody's business. Felt like dying under the hot sun, dehydrated and weak. FYI, that was the first time my foot stepped there during the fasting month. I find the people down there abit weird though and I don't know why. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceed to Chua Chu Kang to take Nani's clothes and had breakfast at Farah's crib. Chicken curry, AGAIN. I've been eating curry for the last two days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dah macam anak mamak.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, I get to hear Ifa's voice like after 8472563 days! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rindu banget sama lu Ifa!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a move at 8pm to meet Roy and Dolly at Woodlands. Window shopped again and they bought two shirts for Abbas. So cute. &lt;i&gt;Very small small gitu&lt;/i&gt;. Me and Roy surveyed for clothes that we need to buy for BEG's assignment. After that we chilled and had coconut drink while having a conversation about those people who got confused with their gender, if you know what I mean. Hehh. Went our separate ways at 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made my decision; I'm gonna perm my hair this year. Sick and tired of rebonding for the past 4 years. It's time to try something new. Roy agreed and suggested that I should give it a try. So yeah, curly hair, here I come! &lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for hari raya lahhh. So excited. &lt;br /&gt;New outings with new friends. * Yey! Yey! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;To my dearest clan, we really have to meetup soon and catch up with what's going on. &lt;br /&gt;I miss the gossiping mannn! ;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-1668473934968165978?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/1668473934968165978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=1668473934968165978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/1668473934968165978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/1668473934968165978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/10/had-long-and-exhausting-yet-fun-day.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-7990767216636990720</id><published>2007-10-02T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T08:17:01.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Amacam lagu raya?&lt;/i&gt; Hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Since most of ya'll dah feeling raya kan, aku pon nak join skali.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Nani, I know that it is &lt;i&gt;so the tak kene,&lt;/i&gt; but it's only for a meantime okay.&lt;br /&gt;* Bluek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, &lt;i&gt;kakiku jejak bazaar Geylang semalam&lt;/i&gt;. I was forced actually. All thanks to my dear Azhar. I love u lah eh, b. &lt;i&gt;Kalau tak sampai next week pon aku takkan singgah sane.&lt;/i&gt; At first I was lazy but since it's been some time we last spend time with each other and that he threatened me [HAHA!], I decided to just meet him. And as usual, I was the little late princess. Ehehe! He brought along his friend, Kai. Eyh, that guy has gorgeous white teeth plus a cute smile. I likeee! HAHAHA. Okay stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached there few minutes after breakfast. Decided to have those light food from the stalls first while we strolled through the bazaar. At exactly 8pm, proceed to Arnold's to have a proper meal but the restaurant was damn packed so we were left with no other choice but to just have a junky meal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, back to the bazaar again. And did I mention that it was hot hot heat down there?! I got irritated with that and I dragged these two boys to walk outside the bazaar most of the time. Especially when it comes to the food stalls. I used up almost 2 packets of tissue paper that Azhar bought. Hahh! &lt;i&gt;Panas! Panas!&lt;/i&gt; And of course, Azhar got pissed off cause he wants to hunt for food. Sorry, b! HAHAHA! Aniway, we didn't really pay attention to the stalls around actually. Me and Kai was busy laughing our ass off all the way with Azhar's super duper amusing craps. Really funny okay! We almost cried and our stomach aches after that. Hahahh! Should do this more often ahh. After so much fun, we decided to chill at Coffee Bean. I had my Ice Blended Mocha Slide. Aahh, at last my throat gets the taste of Mocha. &lt;br /&gt;Yummy!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a pathetic argument between Azhar &amp; Kai on whether to take the MRT or bus while I was like whatever &lt;i&gt;eh korang&lt;/i&gt;, we head home at 11pm, taking the MRT, thanks to me for making the decision. =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Skarang kakiku pancit&lt;/i&gt;. I wanna close my eyes and meet my Mr Sweetguy-With-White-Teeth in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, merepek. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-7990767216636990720?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/7990767216636990720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=7990767216636990720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/7990767216636990720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/7990767216636990720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/10/amacam-lagu-raya-hahaha-since-most-of.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-4700151157143919200</id><published>2007-09-26T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T23:17:03.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had another sleepless night, thanks to the stupid Brother who shouts like an inconsiderate human being in the wee hours. I got back to sleep shortly and was awakened by the stupid Sister at 6.15am when she banged her bloody books on the bed continously. My gawwdddd, I feel like kicking her face. I'm fucking sleepy okay. Then at 7.30am, Mum woke me up cause a neighbour wanted help in reading a letter written in English. By this time I was already pissed off. After that I couldn't get back to sleep. Irritating kan, kan, kan??? Ergh. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the interview went pretty well. Apart that we actually took 20 minutes to find that place which was so noticable. Haha! Klakar okay. We felt so stupid. The building was huge and there were 2 different lifts. One which is only 4 storey high, and the other is like 30,40 storey high. So without bothering to check out the signs, we went to the 4 storey high lift, when our room is on the 10th floor. &lt;br /&gt;We went in, chey, feeling confident. Baca bismillah lagi! Then Ekin said, "Mane tingkat 10???". I immediately burst out laughing ahhh. Cannot tahan! And there's this malay guy infront of us somemore. Went down to the 1st storey and walked to the end. Ahhhhh, there it is. Hahaha! Bodohnye kitorang! -__-".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went in to the room and wait, and wait, and wait.........&lt;br /&gt;So meanwhile, we camwhored. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSC00396.jpg"width="200"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSC00399.jpg"width="200"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSC00400.jpg"width="200"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arial came in and bla bla bla, it was over in like less than 30 minutes. Weee! Let's hope that I get that job ahh. Wish me all the best people. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, time spent with beloved girlfriends was great. We headed down to TCC at Prudential Building to meet Lina. Ohhh I miss her. It was only 11.45am and her work ends at 3pm. Damn! 3 hours to go man. So since we were at the cafe, and were hungry [reason skip puase : red light], we decided to have our lunch. Ehehehehe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hides face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniway, we had a gorgeous meal and it was fun okay. Now let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, I know it's ugly but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSC00401.jpg"width="200"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She claims that she look cute but I say WHATEVER! Hahaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSC00402.jpg"width="200"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuna Cheese Meltz Sandwich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSC00408.jpg"width="200"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drinks ; &lt;br /&gt;I had Peach 'something-something' and Ekin had Sea Of Passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSC00406.jpg"width="200"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Dessert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSC00409.jpg"width="200"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cost us $21.90 and with 20% discount, it's $19.80. Boleh la, once in a while ajerr. Furthermore, the dessert was on Lina so we don't mind. If not...Bankrupt! Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still early so we decided to hangout at Samsung Hub when something hilarious and embarrassing happenned. Shall not mention it here. Hahhh! &lt;br /&gt;We proceed back to Woodlands at 4.30pm and we camwhored halfway through the MRT ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/editgf.jpg"width="200"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSC00426.jpg"width="200"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/editgf2.jpg"width="200"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina wanted to visit the doctor. But before that, went for a stroll at the bazaar. Bumped into Firdaus, Brother, Sister, Roy, Reena and bla bla bla. Walked to the nearest clinic only to find it closed! Buat penat jer jalan naek bukit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to head home first and accompany her to the clinic at Marsiling after breakfast. Ekin and me made a special Hari Raya videoclip to kill boredom. Wahahahahaha! Super duper hilarious! Then, Lina changed her mind on visiting the doctor tonight and instead, we met at my voideck. Chit-chat and laugh-laugh, talking about the past in secondary school. Ahhhh, I really missed spending quality time with them. I love you lah girlfriends. U girls rawwwwkk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-4700151157143919200?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/4700151157143919200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=4700151157143919200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/4700151157143919200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/4700151157143919200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-had-another-sleepless-night-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-5195592852495379233</id><published>2007-09-26T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T02:15:00.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jeng Jeng Jeng!&lt;br /&gt;A new blogskin, thanks to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NANASONTOLOYO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping she would open up an account in Blogskins cause all her designs are totally LOVED and to my surprise, my hopes came true! Hahh! &lt;br /&gt;One creative babe. Right Ekin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Thank you okay, Nana. =))&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've put up a new CBOX. So it's officially back! Tag me okay darlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anihoos, I should be asleep now just like Ekin or majority of the Singaporeans as I have to wake up early in the morning to go for a job interview at Raffles Place. Jauh kan! And I have to meet that minah [Ekin] at 9.30am somemore. pfft! Must be early la kan; new job katekan. The interview was yesterday actually, but someone got lazy in the morning. Susah untok aku bangon siang okay, Ekin. So it was cancelled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I slept the whole day. Yes, the whole day. Catching my sleep after sleepless nights last week. Woke up exactly at 6.30pm. Haha, just in time eh? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow. Okay, more like, later. Will be meeting Lina after her work. Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time check: 2.14am.&lt;br /&gt;Okay people, I have to sleep now or I'll be walking like a zombie at Raffles Place later. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-5195592852495379233?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/5195592852495379233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=5195592852495379233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/5195592852495379233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/5195592852495379233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/09/jeng-jeng-jeng-new-blogskin-thanks-to.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-149499607067173494</id><published>2007-09-24T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T16:45:31.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I deleted my previous post cos it sounded so *&amp;@#%$!. At least I felt better after letting it all out. Ohh well. And thank you okay Ifa. =) So pade sesape yang dah baca, korang tau lah eh. Pade sesape yang tak dapat baca tu, too bad ahh. Padan muke korang. Hahaa! Okay, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, just came back from a little shopping. Not me but my sweet secretary, Mr Azhroy. He wanted to grab a black skinny jeans so badly. And again, he was being a sweet gentleman to fetch me from my block. Trime kasih kamu. We decided to pay a visit to Woodlands. I got irritated by the sizzling hot weather! Luckily we managed to find the jeans that caught his eyes in less than 10 minutes. Hehh! And we actually had to go to the toilet twice to try the jeans on as the shop have no fitting room! Amekk, sengket nak mampos. Dah sengket takper, still have to alter the length. Aduii. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while waiting for the alteration to be done, window shopped! I saw a pretty pretty cutey white dress. Keching! $32 only. Cheap Cheap! But sadly I didn't bring enough cash with me. So I definitely have to drop by there again soon! =))&lt;br /&gt;After that surveyed handphone and my poor, poor secretary was hungry. Haha! Tahan beb, tahann. An hour later, decided to just go back home as the weather was damn hot! Roy have to meet his friend aniway, so he dropped me home first. And tadaa, here I am. Now I have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to meet my dear Azhar but his work ends at 6pm!  pfft. -__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just catch up with my sleep sleep sleep. I've been sleeping rather late late later these few days. Furthermore, I'm not fasting [ehemmm], so tak batal la kalau tido satu hari okay! Ehehehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, slamat malam sumer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-149499607067173494?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/149499607067173494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=149499607067173494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/149499607067173494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/149499607067173494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-deleted-my-previous-post-cos-it.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-91132139472204078</id><published>2007-09-21T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T13:12:08.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holidays have begun! WooooWeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies reaaallyyy fast in school today. Only 8 students turned up. I was almost off to bed when the phone rang at 7.30am. And guess who? It's none other than my secretary, Roy. Forced me to attend school cause he's already at my voideck. I was like "eeerrrrr". Shit man. Sumpah aku rase malas nak turon. But I'm not a bad person okay. Since he's here so I might as well just drag my heavy feet to school. I saved your day okay, Mr Azhroy. Took our own sweet time and reached school at almost 9am. I did well for POA. yeyy! And bla bla bla, school ended at 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied Roy to Bukit Gombak and I saw Fathur! A long long long lost friend. K then we bus-ed down to Woodlands and we talked about cockroaches throughout the journey. Klakar okay. Ohh, we even talked about Laika. HAHA. Told Roy that I would be the first person to scribble her face in the class photo if anyone is willing to scan it and put it up on friendster or blog or whatever for publicity. I can't help feeling disgusted when looking at her face. Pure irritating. Especially the part where she will look at people with her so called "manje" face. Kann Ifa kan??? Tak bley angkat xiak! Adduiii. And we laugh laugh and laugh and reached Woodlands 30 minutes later. And we were still laughing like mad retarded people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling so dead that I reached home and my body just fall flat on the bed and I can see the stars eventhough it's 3.30 in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* I'm fucking bored. Not even a single Bishanian is online now. Blahhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better go off now before I start my crap. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-91132139472204078?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/91132139472204078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=91132139472204078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/91132139472204078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/91132139472204078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/09/holidays-have-begun-wooooweeeeee-time.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-89012347816175657</id><published>2007-09-20T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T17:08:18.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was browsing through my music files when I found this song. It kind of reminded me of my past with my ex. Idris. I remember how I dedicated this song to him and he dedicated the song My Butterfly from Hafiz to me. Hahh! I was so touching back then eh. Wait, that was like 2 or 3 years ago okay! So I decided to put it up at this precious blog of mine. I gotta admit, it's very very friggin outdated but hey, there's nothing wrong with reminiscing the past ryte? Or better still, who cares! There's just no words which can describe how much I love my past and I missed those times. Really! I somehow fell in love with this song again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed home today. Skipped school. Went online right after pre-dawn meal and chatted with Roy, who is a hardworking guy [okay, whatever] who goes to school despite knowing majority of the class won't turn up. Slept after he went off to school. At 1.30pm, he called up just to inform me about my BEO CA test result. How sweet of u, my secretary. =)) And yah, I passed with flying colours &lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/crashnuclearcentury/icons/pixel2/56ee75d5.gif" border=0&gt; yey! But don't worry Ifa, u did well too, only without the flying colours. Haha. Kidding la okay. U did great gf! &lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/crashnuclearcentury/icons/pixel2/d695c80b.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna visit Geylang bazaar this weekend. Gegel informed me about the Ivy gathering this friday but I'm not sure if I can join u girls okay. I have a family gathering at Aunt's house. Oh my! I can't wait for Hari Raya [which was not as exciting as 546897871032 years ago]. Speaking of it, I still have to shop for another set of clothes. yeyyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhhhhh, okay I think I wanna have my bath now. Anyone wanna smell me? HEHEHE!&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-89012347816175657?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/89012347816175657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=89012347816175657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/89012347816175657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/89012347816175657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-was-browsing-through-my-music-files.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-3362443957537341319</id><published>2007-09-19T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T06:28:06.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CA exams over! At last, the mind gets time off from studies. To make it more cool, holidays around the corner. &lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/crashnuclearcentury/icons/pixel2/5472be30.gif" border=0&gt; Or should I say around me! hahaha. I sooooo can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anihoos, both paper was quite easy. BEO was like chicken dodol. Almost everyone manage to complete the paper in less than 30 minutes. POA, hmmm. boleh tahan la. Abit confusing though. Alot alot of careless mistakes. Ape tak, kejakan masa &lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/crashnuclearcentury/icons/pixel2/robot3.gif" border=0&gt; DOK! The paper was like thick and we were given only an hour to complete everything. But Alhamdulilah I can do the paper with peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped fasting today. I was feeling so damn weak. Nak tau kenape? Because I didn't take my pre-dawn meal! Nak step kuat la konon. pfft! And it sucks okay. &lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/crashnuclearcentury/icons/guy_pixels/29696f24.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to Yew Tee after school with Roy and Elfie. Then met Khairani and Qina. And Ifa was a lazylazy bumbum just now. hmpf! But it's okay, since she's not feeling well. &lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/crashnuclearcentury/icons/pixel/smile.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hangout for awhile and went home at 4.30pm. *yawn* Okay, boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Azhar came over after breakfast yesterday. It's been some time since he dropped by. Now Mummy can stop asking me about him. Didn't entertain him much la because I had to study for the CA kan. So he was entertained by Brother and Nini. And of course, something he can't miss when he's here; &lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/crashnuclearcentury/icons/computer_icons/08ed43b1.gif" border=0&gt;. His part-time best friend. He went off at 1am and I took my flight to Lala Land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I wanna have my nap &lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/crashnuclearcentury/icons/pixel2/fda2959a.gif" border=0&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Bye! &lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/crashnuclearcentury/icons/pixel2/31c0898e.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-3362443957537341319?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/3362443957537341319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=3362443957537341319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/3362443957537341319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/3362443957537341319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/09/ca-exams-over-at-last-mind-gets-time.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-7809481372396930697</id><published>2007-09-18T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T21:11:24.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's going down! &lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/crashnuclearcentury/icons/pixel2/01777064.gif" border=0&gt; My pimple shrank. HAHA. Like finally, after weeks. phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was draggy today. &lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/crashnuclearcentury/icons/pixel2/70ac2f30.gif" border=0&gt; It's the most lamest day in school ever! Only 3 of the clan turned up today. And that's Ifa, Sadad and myself. pfft. pathetic right. At last, we decided to go off after the 4th hour. POA test &lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/crashnuclearcentury/icons/pixel2/08c5ccea.gif" border=0&gt; was abit scary just now. But am happy enough that I manage to pass even without a serious revision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since Ramadhan started, school was dead. It was only like 12pm and there's not a single soul in sight. Not even a single noise. There's pin-drop silence I tell you. No shouting and screaming like mad retarded people along the corridors and no sight of the usual people hanging outside the classroom. The place was totally deserted. How boring can it get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I actually went to school alone for like the first time after 5 months today!&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/crashnuclearcentury/icons/pixel2/60649690.gif" border=0&gt; HAHA. Okayla, not alone all the way. Met Ifa only at Bishan control station. No wonder I felt abit of independance in the morning. HAHHH! Whatever Titi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have anything to blog about actually. Just wanted to fill up a space since I've changed my blogskin&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/crashnuclearcentury/icons/pixel2/heart55rd.gif" border=0&gt; AGAIN. =)) hahaaa. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-7809481372396930697?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/7809481372396930697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=7809481372396930697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/7809481372396930697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/7809481372396930697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-going-down-my-pimple-shrank.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-7711521710178891284</id><published>2007-09-17T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T12:39:59.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>POA test is tomorrow and I'm not prepared at all. I'm tired, I'm bored and I'm sleepy. I wanted to revise the practical shits for all the units but I wasn't motivated to do so. So I slept the whole afternoon. *yawnnnnnn*&lt;br /&gt;and I'm going everywhere seeing this stupid fugly big pimple on my nose. aarrgghh! I look like a witch with a dot pointing out of my nose. I feel so freaking freaking fugly today.  really. &lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast was not as great. No irritating, noisy, childish and the ones who fight over food even if it is as small as a peanut, [yes they're my dearly sisters] today. I missed them already. haiyaaaahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, school was entertaining today. We had a 3 hour nail care workshop for BEG. and I have to agree with Ifa. Everything was damnnn cool. Ifa had her baby pinky pinky strawberry milk nail colour while Jannah and me had a sizzling hot slutty nenek nenek Cine pink one. But my nail colour was destroyed shortly. Jahanam! Thanks to my irritating hair. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, wanna tuck in now.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-7711521710178891284?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/7711521710178891284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=7711521710178891284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/7711521710178891284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/7711521710178891284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/09/poa-test-is-tomorrow-and-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-5221979533707956573</id><published>2007-09-12T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T12:38:49.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was asleep when I heard Dad's voice. He felt the slight earthquake in the lift. Sister Nani felt the computer table shaking and she tought she was having a headache. Oooooo~ Scary eyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were watching tv when Mum went to the kitchen. Suddenly she shouted that our neighbour's kitchen was on fire. And of course, I was the first one to rush to the window. OMG. It's my first time seeing a house on fire with my very own eyes. I can't believe it at first. Lucky the family was not at home when the fire started. It got bigger and bigger. The whole neighbourhood was shouting. "Oiiii, rumah terbakar woiii!" Like feeling feeling kampong days gitu eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of guys hanging at the voideck ran to the police post. Few minutes later, "Ne-no-ne-no". The heroes arrived. The fire went out the window and burnt the window ledge of the neighbour above. It was heartbreaking okay, seeing their house in that situation. I sympathise the family. Malay somemore. They just moved in few weeks back. Ramadhan is here and something that bad happened to them. I can't imagine seeing my own house being burnt down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, I caught the picture of the kitchen on fire. Sorry it's blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/ABCD0002-1.jpg"width="200"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;10 minutes later&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/ABCD0001.jpg"width="200"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POA lesson cancelled tomorrow. yey!&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Berpuasa Kawan-kawan! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-5221979533707956573?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/5221979533707956573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=5221979533707956573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/5221979533707956573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/5221979533707956573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/09/such-tragic-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-480937010013012338</id><published>2007-09-11T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T12:36:45.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I felt better after talking to Indra yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;He made me smile throughout our conversation. heeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, SOT lesson sucks. My partner, Sadad was shifted to the front cluster to replace Fit's place. fuck the teacher. I thought having Sadad as my partner would make my work easier as he is always on time and present for school. And thanks to Fit too, for not attending school today. That's what makes the teacher shift her to the back and of all people, to partner with me! ggggrrrr! However, I was lucky to be paired up with CP for the telephone conversation. And my partner for the day was him! I'm not sure though if he is remaining to be my partner. I hope so la. Working with him was so easy as he's abit gundu. And teachers love gundu students. Hahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, I just came back from karaoke session with Roy and Elfie in the afternoon. And it's like my first time going with them okay. We had so much fun. Actually we were more to screaming than singing. But it was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Roy for the treat! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had our dinner at Chinatown Point. Wanted to hangout at Coffee Bean after dinner but time didn't allow us to. Roy had to rush back home to move his stuffs to his new home aniway. So yah, we headed home then. Will post up the pictures taken as soon as I get it from Roy okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I won't be talking to Indra tonight. =( &lt;br /&gt;He's still at work. &lt;br /&gt;Like wth, still at work after 11pm? pfftt. Now I know why his work sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-480937010013012338?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/480937010013012338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=480937010013012338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/480937010013012338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/480937010013012338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-felt-better-after-talking-to-indra.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-590820488626371210</id><published>2007-09-04T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T17:45:08.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I skipped study session because of my stupid headache.&lt;br /&gt;argh! it's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I don't get to have fun at Science Center with the usual people. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should have just tagged along. *sigh*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-590820488626371210?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/590820488626371210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=590820488626371210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/590820488626371210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/590820488626371210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-skipped-study-session-because-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-3838491459496923660</id><published>2007-09-03T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T20:02:13.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/img_suster1.jpg"width="200"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gegel wanted to watch this movie but sorry gf. I watched it few months back. It's not that scary la, abit freaky. only the part where the suster drag herself to those kids mcm siak sikit. the storyline is interesting, I can say. overall it's a movie one should catch. kind of. heee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had BEO progress test. quite easy. scored 26/40 marks. boleh la. BEG, a big ZERO on our Unit 3 project for the usual people. submittion day closed today. say goodbye to Unit 3 guys! skipped BPF today. had an early and light lunch before heading Causeway Point. accompanied Ifa to change her blouse. &lt;b&gt;All&lt;/b&gt; the blouse there caught my eyes. I feel like buying every single one. so cute! Im so in love with a yellow one. wanna grab that asap! and it's a must. it's just too adorable. hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOT lesson tomorrow. retake NAPFA for failures tomorrow! argh.&lt;br /&gt;aniway, gd luck to the two bitches. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-3838491459496923660?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/3838491459496923660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=3838491459496923660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/3838491459496923660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/3838491459496923660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/09/ok-gegel-wanted-to-watch-this-movie-but.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-5846427247491642213</id><published>2007-09-02T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T12:57:28.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;sister Aida bought me an Adidas watch yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;okla, i admit it's abit outdated, but&lt;br /&gt;how sweet of her. i love u sister! :))&lt;br /&gt;she bought donuts. eewww~&lt;br /&gt;i don't really like eating donuts.&lt;br /&gt;it's scary.&lt;br /&gt;u know, the thick chocolates and sugary stuffs in it.&lt;br /&gt;it's the most dangerous food! haha!&lt;br /&gt;ok now let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/ABCD0007.jpg"width="250"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/ABCD0006.jpg"width="250"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/ABCD0009.jpg"width="250"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Happy 17th Birthday to Ejan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/630833352l1.jpg"width="250"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you be blessed with a wonderful life everyday!&lt;br /&gt;U're a year older and I hope you're a year wiser too ok.&lt;br /&gt;Have fun, dearest friend.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-5846427247491642213?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/5846427247491642213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=5846427247491642213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/5846427247491642213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/5846427247491642213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/09/sister-aida-bought-me-adidas-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-4423578990139942287</id><published>2007-08-31T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:14:17.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;pictures on my 18th birthday bash at Sentosa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSCN1172.jpg" width="300"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSCN1174.jpg" width="300"/&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSCN1179.jpg" width="300"/&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSCN1181.jpg" width="300"/&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSCN1193.jpg" width="300"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthday cake! :)) thanks to Ain &amp; Sadad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSCN1198.jpg" width="300"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSCN1200.jpg"width="250"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say i must look ugly once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSCN1224.jpg" width="300"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSCN1216.jpg" width="250"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSCN1212.jpg" width="250"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSCN1231.jpg" width="300"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;water fight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSCN1233.jpg" width="350"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Elfie won. &lt;br /&gt;Look at Sadad's face! so cute! HAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSCN1246.jpg" width="300"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSCN1247.jpg" width="300"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSCN1206.jpg" width="250"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/25082007005.jpg" width="300"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/25082007006.jpg" width="300"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSCN1207.jpg"width="300"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to upload a video but failed. &lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll upload it next time lah k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't attend school today. &lt;br /&gt;dah plan with Ifa and others. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy advanced Teacher's Day to all teachers in Singapore ehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okla, bye.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-4423578990139942287?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/4423578990139942287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=4423578990139942287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/4423578990139942287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/4423578990139942287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/08/pictures-on-my-18th-birthday-bash-at.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-1683502729350205316</id><published>2007-08-26T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T20:18:14.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hello my dear readers. im back again and this time, im back for good. simply because i have internet connection again at home! cool gitu kan. i don't have to hang out at the school's student hub again. :) Okay firstly, i would like to thank everyone who remembered my birthday last week. thanks for all your wishes. i really appreciate it. and thanks to loves for giving me an amazing birthday bash i ever had in my life. THANK YOU FOR THE CAKES AND CHOCOLATES AND FUN AND EVERYTHING! I LOVE MY LOVES SO MUCH. A BIG HUG AND KISSES TO ALL OF U.&lt;br /&gt;So now let me start my birthday tracks okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday, 24 August&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet 18th birthday. I got a kiss and hug from mummy in the morning before i went to school. birthday wish and song from sisters. can't celebrate because everyone's pocket was dry. HAHA. okay, i understand. end of the month maybe. but i don't care. im just happy enough that everyone remembered my birthday. went to school as per normal. reached school and was quite surprised that classmates gave birthday wishes. awwww~ so sweet all of them. had breakfast before heading for the second period. and everything was as usual. and today, i actually kept my bag inside the locker. and yada yada yada. school ended. took my bag and went over to the boy's locker. opened up my bag to keep Roy's notes when i felt a plastic thingy in there. i haven't peep yet. kept feeling and decided to take a look. and i took out a bar of chocolate! for a while i was abit lost. i asked them whose is it. and they ignored me. asked again and Ejan smiled. he bought it for me. a chocolate bar for my first birthday present. how sweet. he actually knew that i love chocolates. shared the chocolates with loves. im not stingy okay. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday, 25 August&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach Party! HAHA. step beach party jer Titi! a picnic with loves at Sentosa. plan was to gather at Harbour Front at 10am. but as usual, all sleepyheads woke up only 15 minutes before 10. so we only reached there at 1pm. arrived at Palawan Beach and changed. we relaxed under the coconut tree (hahaha), enjoying the beautiful sea and the soft, warm white sand. Oh! not to forget that Ain bought me a birthday cake! my favourite black forest flavoured cake. i have no idea how she knew i love that flavour. thank you eh Ain! i love u mummy! :)) they sang me a birthday song and i cut the cake. it was when Ejan and Marnie arrived my face was full of chocolate. i feel like they were applying skin care cream for facial. OMG. I feel so disgusted. my WHITE shirt was decorated with spots of chocolate. and i smell of chocolate! HAHA. cute kan. Ifa and Nani helped me wipe my face clean. and thank you to my bitches for the cutest present! its adorable. i still haven't bite that 'tetek' tau Ifa. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there were a group of lifeguards showing us how to be save in the sea. demonstrations and whatever. but their bodies mcm HOT gitu. Ifa and me spotted an eyecandy among them. and his name is Gaz. ehh Ifa eh? cute giler! weehehee! after that we splash into the sea. my, it was so relaxing lahh. i love it. we had water fights and we were so hyper active in the sea. we sang and jumped like monkeys. and i got sunburn! FUCK. i didn't notice my skin turned red until we finish washing up. Ejan was the one who spotted the difference of my skin colour. OMG! OMG! My hands look like roasted pigs lah! and my nose and cheeks and forehead. painful okay. before heading home, we hangout at Vivo City. reached home at 12am. applied cream onto my burnt skin and went straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early in the morning. Mum and Sister Marlia was preparing food for kenduri at auntie's house. mum went there earlier to help aunties. me, dad, bro and sisters came later. reached bedok and accompanied Sister Marlia to her house first, together with Farah. went back to auntie's place at 4pm. nothing much to do there. just sat and chatted with cousins. went home at 5+pm. Aunt Leha gave me $10 for my birthday. went online and got the sweetest birthday present from Roy. i like it alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventhough I had a simple birthday celebration this year, im happy enough. Im so touched that these people have a thought of me. Im glad that they had a space for me in their life. Without them, i wouldn't be as happy as I am today. thank you all for letting me have a taste of a wonderful friendship. I'll end here. I'll post up the pictures when i get them from Ifa okey. keep on coming back peeps. :)&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/2855733576714710035-1683502729350205316?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/1683502729350205316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=1683502729350205316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/1683502729350205316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/1683502729350205316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-my-dear-readers.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-3498135785572599596</id><published>2007-08-24T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T08:54:24.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME-E,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WEEHEHE! IM A LEGAL BIRD WHO WILL BE FREE TODAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YEEHAAA!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-3498135785572599596?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/3498135785572599596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=3498135785572599596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/3498135785572599596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/3498135785572599596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-to-me-happy-birthday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-9030118554144092408</id><published>2007-08-21T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T14:39:08.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;3 MORE DAYS TO MY BIRTHDAY! YIPEE YIPEE YA YA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a decision has been made. weekend will be spent with loves at Sentosa beach. food, fun, food and more fun! familia wont be tagging along cos everyone have to help mum with the cooking for kenduri at auntie's house on sunday. but mum is being so nice to let me off on saturday. oh i love her so much. thank you eh mummy. only u understand me. haha. im so glad that loves take their time to spent birthday celebration with me. their so sweet lah kann. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still in school, again. can't access the internet at home so school is the only way i can surf the net. anyways, i have my 3 bodyguards to accompany me kan. playing carom is already their daily routine nowadays. but its frustating when they get stuck on the sofa for hours playing that game that is sometimes never-ending. i can doze off while waiting for the champion of the day. whatever it is, i just love them so much. HAHA. oh and guess what, i changed my locker yesterday. yey. now i dont have to bend my head when taking my files. so much easier to see everything's thats in there now. thank you ehh Ifa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the effort to reach school early and attend assembly failed continously. i just dont know whats wrong. its either someone turn up late or the laziness just strike. i really have to pull up my socks and change everything lah ehh. i really have to attend assemly soon or else my attendance is gonna drop further. omg. leceh lahh. but luckily i managed to do well in test. not that well lah, im not trying to brag here. im just happy that i at least know whats going on in class. and &lt;b&gt;we've&lt;/b&gt; received the first warning letter for this term. cool eh. HAHA. its only for one stupid subject, POA. come on lah teachers, stop wasting ur times sending letters to us for just one subject with below 90% attendance. haiyaah. seems like teachers are very free nowadays ehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh and i forget about an incident that happened last weekend. roy and me was at the library studying. finished revising, we decided to stroll at Causeway Point for a while. before that, we decided to take a puff outside Civic Centre. so we talked and threw our cigg butts on the floor. while walking, an old chinese man stopped us. alamak. HSA. woohoo. power. took down our particulars and said that i have to report to HSA cos im still underage. ehem. hehe. but he's being nice lah as he will let me go because its so melecehkan. he decided to issue only one ticket to roy. but of course i have to folk out half of the money lah. $200 seh. wooo. haiz. money, money, money. money is always the issue nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im gonna end here. nothing else to blog about. jus wanna fill up the space when my fingers are itchy. heee. ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-9030118554144092408?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/9030118554144092408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=9030118554144092408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/9030118554144092408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/9030118554144092408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/08/3-more-days-to-my-birthday-yipee-yipee.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-8822124282552012072</id><published>2007-08-04T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T21:15:28.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im sorry for the lack of update in my blog. I've been very busy lately and my internet was down. dammit. had so many problems coming my way right now. trying my best to be strong and go through it with a light heart. and at last i managed to pay up half of my hp bill. still a long way to go until my line will go back active. hah. well right now am currently at sister Ina's house. Im updating on sister Marlia's wedding okay. and get ready my dear readers, its gonna be hell of a long post. open up all your eyes and dont forget to do the 10 minutes eye exercise after u finish reading this long, long entry i've ever posted. HAHAHA. Oh and before I forgot, I wanna welcome Babywanie back to the world of blogging. WOHOO. missed reading your entries too my dear. jangan mentel2 delete blog lagik ehh. nottie nottie.&lt;br /&gt;Ok firstly, lets talk abit about school eh. like surprisingly i passed my POA test. but with an average mark only lah. whatever. i still passed ok. yey! i didnt even study for the paper and yet i managed to pass. lucky ey! HAHA. and SW was changed from a friday to tuesday. WTH! dah bagos2 dpt on friday siak. ni lah budak2 nak sebok2 step gi sembahyang. macam paham. and we so have to attend it kan Ifa? *gggrrr* whoever is the one who appealled for this, i hope u choke and die. &lt;br /&gt;finally, i managed to clear up all the junks in my locker. now its easier for me to take my stupid big fat files. hehehe. i've been attending every lesson for this one whole pathetic week. except for friday. the devil landed in my head yesterday. haha. and i hope, really hope that i wont be feeling lazy anymore. this term is hectic lah. missed one bloody lesson and u'll miss everything. the next time u enter class, u'll be a lost dodobird. and that irritating mini thannimillai wont stop picking on us. us as in the "bad students". haiz. ohh! and i wanna work part time lah. i need work badly. i wanna earn extra cash for myself and help my dad abit. anyone with job vacancies? pls,pls inform me yah. alright, shall not brag anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here goes sister Marlia's wedding on 20,21 and 22 July 2007. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday, July 20&lt;/b&gt;: Hari Pernikahan.&lt;br /&gt;It was a very busy and kecoh day. Everyone was busy cleaning the house at the very last minute. Putting up the curtains, carpets and matress. aunties and mum was busy cooking. uncles and dad was entertaining the guest. siblings and cousins and me? busy with sister's inai, make up and clothes. HAHA. the day before, the multi-purpose hall was already decorated. the chairs, tables, crystals and the pelamin. OMG. the pelamin was so beautiful. then on friday night, the ceremony started. and that's when the tension begins. my house was packed and there was so many &lt;i&gt;hantaran&lt;/i&gt; from the guy's side. and bro Khai was damn nervous, he was perspiring like a pig. and he have to &lt;i&gt;angkat nikah&lt;/i&gt; two times ok. he actually forgot sister Marlia's name! after that everyone make their way to the multi-purpose hall to have dinner. i was so excited and cant wait for the next day. i was smiling and laughing with my cousins all the way. so happy that when my auntie said she wanted to pee upstairs, i said: "Huh! nak kencing?!" loudly. everyone laughed at me. wahaa. i was embarassed. now let the pictures explain everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/IMG_0023.jpg"width="350"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;the tension.&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/tn_IMG_1867.jpg"width="350"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;the &lt;i&gt;hantaran&lt;/i&gt; from guy's side&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/IMG_0066.jpg"width="350"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/IMG_0073.jpg"width="350"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/IMG_0074.jpg"width="350"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/IMG_0079.jpg"width="350"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/IMG_0020.jpg"width="350"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;siblings love.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/tn_IMG_1812.jpg"width="350"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/tn_IMG_1842.jpg"width="350"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;its 10 now. :))&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday, July 21&lt;/b&gt;: Hari Persandingan&lt;br /&gt;Its the most special and happiest day. Everyone is waiting for this day to come. and &lt;i&gt;Alhamdullilah&lt;/i&gt;, it goes on smoothly despite the bad things that happen to the cameraman and the &lt;i&gt;kompangs&lt;/i&gt; that day. my siblings and very close cousins have to wear the dresses that we've bought on that day. the ladies was my sister's pink girls and the guys was her brown boys. there were alot of people coming and we were very, very tired. i get to see my old Jurong East neighbours and also my long lost cousins. i even forgot some of them! HAHA. the ceremony started at 2pm and ended at 8pm. it was very fun and everyone was happy. thanks to some of my peeps who actually took their time to come down that day. and by the end of the ceremony, my leg was like screaming for help. i feel like my leg can snap into two anytime. cant help wearing high heels the whole day. then while everyone went back home and familia was resting, we counted all the money that friends and relatives gave. guess how much sister marlia got? $7000+ okay! keching! keching! if only we get to spend that money for ourselves. okay, pictures again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/RBY_3031.jpg"width="350"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;the pelamin.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/RBY_2828.jpg"width="350"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;the decorations.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/tn_IMG_1881.jpg"width="350"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;the arrival of the prince&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;but before that, he have to go through 3 gates. and its hillarious!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/tn_IMG_1882.jpg"width="350"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;gate #1. brown boys.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/tn_IMG_1889.jpg"width="350"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;gate #2. the pink girls aka my sisters.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/tn_IMG_1892.jpg"width="350"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;gate #3. the mak andam.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/RBY_2893.jpg"width="350"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;finally passed through.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/tn_IMG_1905.jpg"width="300"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;the wedding cupcakes.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/tn_IMG_1933.jpg"width="350"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;family photo with the groom &amp; bride's second outfit.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/tn_IMG_1935.jpg"width="350"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/RBY_2845.jpg"width="350"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;pink girls of the day. hehe!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/RBY_2925.jpg"width="350"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;cousins love.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/RBY_3042.jpg"width="350"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;the last picture of the day.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday, 21 July&lt;/b&gt;: Hari Persandingan at Bedok&lt;br /&gt;This day is at the guy's side. and the groom &amp; bride was escorted by my 1st bro-in-law's racing team. cool eh. HAHA. whatever. and bro Khai's ceremony was grand. very grand. the pelamin was on a stage. and he even had a live band. not a DJ okay, a live band. argh. coolnees man. and all his guest was eurasians. he had all the high-ranking people at his place. and even hired BJ Kadir to entertain his guests. amazing. we didnt stay that long at bro Khai's place. mum and dad decided to go home and rest. so we make a move after our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/IMG_0041.jpg"width="350"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;vroom! vroom! we've arrived! thats my 1st bro in law infront.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSCN3376.jpg"width="350"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/IMG_0002.jpg"width="350"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Bedok's pelamin.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/tn_IMG_2003.jpg"width="300"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; our silat #1.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/tn_IMG_2004.jpg"width="300"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;our silat #2.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/IMG_0070.jpg"width="350"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSCN3385.jpg"width="350"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/IMG_0018.jpg"width="350"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;the wedding cake.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/IMG_0019.jpg"width="350"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;ahh penonton, siape tu??? HAHA.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/IMG_0149.jpg"width="350"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/IMG_0170.jpg"width="350"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;her new family.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i actually cried badly that night when my sister moved to her husband's house till i had small eyes the next morning. and go to school with an ugly swollen eyes. HAHA. fuck man. but im happy for her. she suffered enough through the past years and its good to know that she will be taken good care of now. i love her more and will still love her in the days to come. and mummy, can i have a wedding ceremony just like sister marlia's??? hehehe. i'll end here. you readng this will make your pc lag or go gugu-gaga or even explode. HAHA. so goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 days to my 18th birthday! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-8822124282552012072?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/8822124282552012072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=8822124282552012072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/8822124282552012072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/8822124282552012072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-sorry-for-lack-of-updating-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-2288519618133557691</id><published>2007-07-29T19:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T23:16:49.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im quite glad that i've spent my weekends wisely. although all the meetings was not planned, i still had fun. i've never had a wonderful weekend before. ok, im lying. what i meant was i never had such a wonderful and joyous weekend for like a long, long time. everyone is always busy with something. school, work. whatever yaw. i just love it when familia get together. chaotic. ok lets start people.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt;: I can't believe i actually stayed home for a freaking whole day. made plans with some friends but it cocked up. fuck. i hate it when that happens. then ejan and dart wanted to go queensway. already informed each other to meet at 6pm. but again, the plan was cocked up. lost the mood to go out and decided to stay home. wanted to finish up all the leftover projects and assignments but i somehow didnt have the motivation to do so. instead, i slacked around. watched tv, surf the net and had a long nap. it turned out to be a very relaxing saturday i guess. hee. mum said that sister marlia will be coming over today. sisters came down for dinner. auntie zizah and family came too. at night, sister marlia called. her flight just touched down and she felt too tired. mum asked her to drop by tomorrow instead, which is today. felt abit disappointed but its ok. im happy enuff knowing that she'll come by tomorrow. and nothing much happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday&lt;/b&gt;: It was surprising that i woke up at 9am this morning. yes people, surprising. i usually wake up at 12pm or later. HAHA. im a lazy bum aint i? but who cares. washed up and watched tv. had my breakfast and today's menu is western food. cool. its been some time familia had western breakfast at home together. and we chatted and chatted. and dad was saying that i put on weight after sister marlia's wedding. OMG OMG! no wonder i've been feeling fat these few days. must go SW already. ryte ifa? then in the afternoon, ejan called me up. wanted to go out. decided to pay a visit to bugis. was looking for a schoolbag which i didnt find, again. decided to buy shoes but changed my mind. and when i saw the tops, handbags, shoes and necklace, i feel like buying all of it. and ejan got irritated. sorry yah jerk. now u know that im abit fickle-minded. hehe. had our late lunch at bugis point. and that jerk actually smoked when there's a "no smoking" sign just beside his head. lucky he realised and walked out immediately. HAHA. dodoberd. after that, decided to hang out at starbucks. had our drinks and laughed all afternoon. after a while, decided to have some fresh air as its getting hot in the cafe. no air-con! and pictures were snapped of course! took a bus home at 6pm. i have to head home early as sister marlia is coming down today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out these cute and fugly pictures we took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/29072007002.jpg"width="250"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;i look like a white ghost. HAHA.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/29072007013.jpg"width="250"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/29072007017.jpg"width="250"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; i look so fugly! HAHA.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/29072007011.jpg"width="250"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/29072007.jpg"width="250"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;the kissable lips!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/29072007021.jpg"width="250"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/29072007005.jpg"width="250"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/29072007009.jpg"width="250"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; and presenting the picture of the day,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/29072007020.jpg"width="250"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;look closely people, and tell me what u see. HAHA.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look cute in the pics dont i? huahua. im sorry ejan but its obvious that i look gorgeous today. HAHAHA. finally reached home at 7+ and everyone was here. cousins and auntie came down too. sister marlia bought us gifts from Phucket. she bought everyone a tshirt because she said theres nothing interesting to buy there. aniways, thank you dearest sister. and also, i've been pestering my sisters for a new hp next month. and finally they agree to buy one for me. my birthday is around the corner yaw. i really want the hp that i've been eyeing. im so in love with it. i cant wait. but, sisters will only pass the hp to me on one condition. i have to settle my $200 M1 hp bill. ah wth. looks like i have to starve for lunch in school for a few weeks. or maybe i can soften their hearts and make them pass that hp on my birthday. HAHA. shameless titi. btw, i really wanna catch the movie Alone. ifa caught it today. wonder if its great. oh geesh, tomorrow is a monday. and its a school day. shit. monday blues is awaiting. here comes the tests and assignments. dammit. and i miss mr indra. :) see ya again people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-2288519618133557691?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/2288519618133557691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=2288519618133557691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/2288519618133557691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/2288519618133557691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-glad-that-my-weekends-was-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-8183894183205048664</id><published>2007-07-28T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T19:24:01.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>phew. finally its the weekends. im so looking forward to it. school was hectic. we had projects, assignments, tests and more projects. one after another. we've not completed the first project and suddenly came another. and another. and another. like wth. we need time off too okay teachers. give us some space to breathe. and i was lagging behind in all subjects. thanks to skipping class and skipping school. especially during POA. i didnt even know a single thing. and i bet i will fail the class test. i was like a kukubird in class when mini thanni gave us assignment to complete. and i hate it when she asked questions about previous units. everybody will go kanchong and start peeping the notes in the files eventough she says, "close your files". especially Ejan. HAHA. he's a silly dodoberd. and so i, or in fact we, managed to complete 3 projects and 1 assignment this week. and there's still more waiting to be completed. arggh. this term is like so tight. i felt myself being squeezed. i need help. im in hell and i wanna go home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was unorganised. the reason is because i didnt have the time for myself. i will go home and go dead on my bed. i was fuckin tired. i didnt pack my bag and i bring the same thing to school everyday. things which is mostly rubbish? HAHA. i still have papers unfiled and i still need to clean my messy rubbishy locker. i have no idea what the hell is in there. ok wait, except for ifa's stupid bag. basically i would throw all my papers and files inside, and then shut the small door. i wont bother to arrange everything nicely. i wonder how the boys would bother so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i so miss going to school with the bitches. life without a hp is so difficult. and it sucks. i can only contact certain people. i miss laughing with them otw to school. in other words, i miss them. haiyahh. ok, enuff of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for a little shopping with mummy yesterday after school. went for our late lunch and then went to watsons to buy my makeup. i wanted to buy the ZA powder but the salesgirl there said that LOREAL has a better colour blend for my skin. mum agreed and she bought it for me. keching! $29.90 gone for me. then went for bag hunting but i didnt find the one i wanted at Causeway Point. wanted to buy some tops but i somehow didnt have the mood to buy any. bought my blusher and then bro had stomachache. dammit. he spoilt everything. but since mum had to go to payar lebar to meet dad, we decided to head back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with a blink of an eye, its been a week sister marlia got married. and i actually survived a week of sleep without her. but i still miss her. badly. she went for honeymoon and would be back today. i cant wait to see her! i cant believe that i would miss her this much. and love her more than before. i used to be excited and happy knowing that she wont be staying with us when she got married. because i thought that it would be great having the bed to myself and not having an irritating sister in the house. but i was wrong. so wrong. it went the other way round. the house went all silent at night and there's no one to talk to on the bed before sleeping. oh god. well, this teach me a lesson though. cherish someone that u have before its gone. sister marlia, i love u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and btw, mum told me that dad will be settling all bills by himself starting next month. i think i wanna help him out abit. i wanna find a job. and i heard Ktot say that there's job vacancy available at town area. im gonna check it out. ok so, im done here. u can stop reading my blog now. hehe. peace! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-8183894183205048664?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/8183894183205048664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=8183894183205048664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/8183894183205048664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/8183894183205048664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/07/phew.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-4220934588578557059</id><published>2007-07-23T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T19:11:04.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im backkkkk!&lt;br /&gt;BUT, i won't be blogging much. im damn busy lahhh. test and more projects.&lt;br /&gt;STRESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and btw, my sister moved out immediately after her wedding yesterday. Im sad okay. She's the only eldest sister that Im close to. i missed her already. so much. I cried badly when I sent her down yesterday night. She kept saying &lt;i&gt;"I love you"&lt;/i&gt; when we hug. She won't be sleeping with me anymore and there will be no more irritating sister in the house. I have to adapt to the new quiet and lonely environment.  =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniway, special thanks to gegel and aly, roy and hidayah, ida, azhar and mama for coming down on saturday night. your presence was much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, school was sien today. as usual, i was late. together with ejan. went to class only at 9.45. of course lah teacher was angry but we put on a deaf ear. roy, elfie, sadad, ejan, cheng peng, ifa and me was sent down to the section head during BEG lesson. wth. stakat tak datang for ONE PATHETIC lesson. and i have a good reason (cheybahh) for not attending okayy. hargh. whatever.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;will update more on my sister's wedding and upload the photos when i receive it. bye now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-4220934588578557059?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/4220934588578557059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=4220934588578557059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/4220934588578557059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/4220934588578557059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-backkkkk-but-i-wont-be-blogging-much.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-5150860011020616572</id><published>2007-07-18T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T18:35:42.026+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SHE&apos;S GONE .'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" kak sali baru meninggal.... "&lt;br /&gt;the words that mum said after i finish showering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was speechless and shocked.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt expect her to leave us so soon.&lt;br /&gt;i havent visit her in the hospital yet.&lt;br /&gt;my heart sank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone went quiet in the house.&lt;br /&gt;mum trying to call everyone...&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe we lost our loved one when there will be a big celebration this weekend. and we thought that we could see each other again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousin said that doctor told all family to come down yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;she might be leaving soon.&lt;br /&gt;and she knew she is.&lt;br /&gt;she used to be so cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;who knows u can even fall ill despite being active and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its okay,&lt;br /&gt;mum said that at least we tried to save her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ajal maut di tangan Tuhan&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;HE loved her more than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna miss her. alot.&lt;br /&gt;and im gonna miss her yummy cakes she made during hari raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;semoga rohnya dicucuri rahmat&lt;br /&gt;dah ditempatkan bersama insan yang beriman. amin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kak sali, we love u.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-5150860011020616572?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/5150860011020616572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=5150860011020616572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/5150860011020616572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/5150860011020616572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/07/kak-sali-baru-meninggal.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-6102133144754358687</id><published>2007-07-15T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T21:51:24.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sisters and her friends went to spa today.&lt;br /&gt;i cant tag along cos i have to fork out&lt;br /&gt;my own money if i want to.&lt;br /&gt;ggrr.&lt;br /&gt;plans with peeps was cancelled&lt;br /&gt;due to &lt;i&gt;pokainess&lt;/i&gt;. my pockets went dry.&lt;br /&gt;so my weekends went down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;and im left with no other choice but to help&lt;br /&gt;prepare stuffs for sister's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;including cleaning my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally all the junks under the bed was cleared.&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD.&lt;br /&gt;and it's all daddy's stuff. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;the bedroom is now dust-and-junk-free.&lt;br /&gt;its great cos i managed to excercise today.&lt;br /&gt;going up and down the stairs. wow.&lt;br /&gt;sister says i lost 6 pounds. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and its so sweet of uncle to put up new light for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over to Ann's house at yishun &lt;br /&gt;to collect our &lt;i&gt;bajus&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and i had headache in apek's car.&lt;br /&gt;ok, so our &lt;i&gt;bajus&lt;/i&gt; didnt turn out &lt;br /&gt;to be what we expected.&lt;br /&gt;IN A BAD WAY.&lt;br /&gt;we have no choice but to just wear it on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farah came over and tried hers.&lt;br /&gt;and it look so fugly on her! really.&lt;br /&gt;we started to curse the tailor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then helped auntie to wrap all the &lt;i&gt;berkats&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the people.&lt;br /&gt;then helped mum hang out the clothes.&lt;br /&gt;ohh im being a good girl today.&lt;br /&gt;plus hardworking. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the evening was spent on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;not sleeping, but laughing.&lt;br /&gt;farah, nonoi, and nini.&lt;br /&gt;and the moment we're together,&lt;br /&gt;disaster strikes.&lt;br /&gt;there will be punching, pushing and smacking.&lt;br /&gt;PURE FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week is a busy one for me and familia.&lt;br /&gt;sister's wedding is on the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;3 days straight.&lt;br /&gt;from friday to sunday.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait though. im so excited.&lt;br /&gt;mum asked to invite some friends to spend the&lt;br /&gt;night at sister's house on friday.&lt;br /&gt;COOLNESS.&lt;br /&gt;who should i invite ehh????&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Mr Ling's project still need to be done.&lt;br /&gt;we didnt even mention about it. &lt;br /&gt;not even having it in our thoughts. BAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-6102133144754358687?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/6102133144754358687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=6102133144754358687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/6102133144754358687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/6102133144754358687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/07/sisters-and-friend-went-to-spa-today.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-3794547068998179375</id><published>2007-07-12T18:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T18:25:45.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM NOT FEELING MYSELF LATELY.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW WHY.&lt;br /&gt;I START TO HAVE A NASTY TEMPER NOWADAYS&lt;br /&gt;AND IM &lt;B&gt;VERY&lt;/B&gt; SENTITIVE.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE ITS MY MENSUS LAH EHH.&lt;br /&gt;HOPE SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BESIDES THAT, SOMETHING'S CHANGED.&lt;br /&gt;AND ITS NOT BECAUSE OF MY MENSUS.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S BEEN SOME TIME I FELT IT.&lt;br /&gt;OK NVM.&lt;br /&gt;I THINK ITS BETTER THAT ONLY I KNEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S NOTHING TO BLOG ABOUT TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;SO GOOD BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-3794547068998179375?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/3794547068998179375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=3794547068998179375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/3794547068998179375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/3794547068998179375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-not-feeling-myself-lately_12.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-2118112286270999838</id><published>2007-07-10T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T22:07:29.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES.&lt;br /&gt;results of the anugerah finalists are very satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;ok wait.&lt;br /&gt;shakila should make it too.&lt;br /&gt;ohh but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;at least aliff and nuwarrah got in.&lt;br /&gt;and its getting hot yeah.&lt;br /&gt;with roslan and maya.&lt;br /&gt;sizzling hottttt bebeh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-2118112286270999838?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/2118112286270999838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=2118112286270999838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/2118112286270999838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/2118112286270999838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/07/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-709478466257253997</id><published>2007-07-10T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T17:08:56.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i need my hero.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school was boring AND fun.&lt;br /&gt;but i have to admit,&lt;br /&gt;school life is getting lame.&lt;br /&gt;sick and tired of the same thing everyday.&lt;br /&gt;loves, we seriously need to get a life!&lt;br /&gt;we no longer go gugugaga over school anymore.&lt;br /&gt;no more jumping to school.&lt;br /&gt;now its more to dragging our feet.&lt;br /&gt;herrgh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was waiting for roy at admiralty mrt&lt;br /&gt;when i saw that stupid bloodyass jerk.&lt;br /&gt;and my blood automatically rush up to the boiling point.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like running towards him and&lt;br /&gt;strangle him to death. #@$%*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed our 10.15am lesson.&lt;br /&gt;its already like the latest time but we&lt;br /&gt;still didn't make the effort to reach school&lt;br /&gt;on time.&lt;br /&gt;i feel stupid today without the bitches.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS GIRLS. :)&lt;br /&gt;and i feel that we're simply PATHETIC.&lt;br /&gt;we attend school just to EAT. yes, eat.&lt;br /&gt;and smoke together under the voideck.&lt;br /&gt;first lesson missed and second lesson was a free period&lt;br /&gt;because we're learning on a new subject and Mr Ling&lt;br /&gt;won't start teaching until the next lesson.&lt;br /&gt;and its only the second day of school and we were already&lt;br /&gt;given a project which will due next week.&lt;br /&gt;wth kann.&lt;br /&gt;ohh well, fuck school.&lt;br /&gt;at least i managed to crap with elfie the whole day today.&lt;br /&gt;ohh, and roy broke his padlock.&lt;br /&gt;and elfie went around the school with the broken padlock&lt;br /&gt;telling EVERYONE that roy broke it. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im beginning to feel uncomfortable with the school uniform.&lt;br /&gt;its like too big and too small at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;and my hair sucks every morning.&lt;br /&gt;and my shoes rock my feet no more. and everything.&lt;br /&gt;make it short;&lt;br /&gt;my life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;yes. that's the right phrase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-709478466257253997?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/709478466257253997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=709478466257253997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/709478466257253997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/709478466257253997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/07/school-was-boring-today-but-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-4942472894331629528</id><published>2007-07-09T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T16:33:17.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school starts today.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun. or NOT.&lt;br /&gt;as expected, we reached school late.&lt;br /&gt;and its the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;plan was to meet ejan at woodlands&lt;br /&gt;but he's fuckin late.&lt;br /&gt;so met roy at admiralty instead.&lt;br /&gt;it was 4 minutes to 8am&lt;br /&gt;and we were still at yio chu kang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached bishan and called elfie up.&lt;br /&gt;he rejected.&lt;br /&gt;so it shows that he is either in school &lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;he just woke up from his beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought ourselves a drink and sat under the voideck.&lt;br /&gt;waited for the assembly to end if not&lt;br /&gt;we'll have to listen to a lecture by one of &lt;br /&gt;the old and lame staff.&lt;br /&gt;and u know it,&lt;br /&gt;she may be talking but all we will hear is&lt;br /&gt;blablablablabla.&lt;br /&gt;in other words,&lt;br /&gt;we can't be bothered and we don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly saw the bitches.&lt;br /&gt;as usual, they were taking their&lt;br /&gt;own sweet time walking to school.&lt;br /&gt;as if they have a share in ITE Bishan.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;finally entered class at 8.45am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;and as ifa said,&lt;br /&gt;the canteen is so the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;and its HOT. yes.&lt;br /&gt;fucking hot.&lt;br /&gt;the fans were not switched on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next lesson starts at 9.15am.&lt;br /&gt;and the teacher is turning my mood off.&lt;br /&gt;he's boring. and i got bored.&lt;br /&gt;i went all quiet in class and &lt;br /&gt;was smiling widely when class ended.&lt;br /&gt;hey, at least i got fresh air to breathe rather than&lt;br /&gt;sit in class and breathe the teacher's stinky breath &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so another lesson starts and&lt;br /&gt;yada yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;it goes on until 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;i can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes can shut anytime&lt;br /&gt;and i will be taking my flight to lala land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home STRAIGHT with ifa. &lt;br /&gt;and its only like 12pm,&lt;br /&gt;not even 1 yet. and its lunchtime.&lt;br /&gt;bah! who cares.&lt;br /&gt;i only care about having my nap.&lt;br /&gt;huhu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmrw is another day in hell.&lt;br /&gt;and so is the day after, in fact, the whole week.&lt;br /&gt;especially thursdays and fridays.&lt;br /&gt;and this goes on for the next 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;ohh wth.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, lesson starts at 10.15 instead of 8.15 tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;how cool. can sleep a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and something appeared on my hp screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;INACTIVE SIM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;CALL TO GREATNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-4942472894331629528?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/4942472894331629528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=4942472894331629528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/4942472894331629528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/4942472894331629528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/07/school-starts-today.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-8530217474405306646</id><published>2007-07-08T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T14:33:28.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sheeeessshhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;school starts tmrw!&lt;br /&gt;and i hafta wake up early.&lt;br /&gt;gaahhh!&lt;br /&gt;seriously im feeling lazy.&lt;br /&gt;but on the other hand, i feel excited.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to meet my bitches and jerks!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's plan to the durian rampage gig was cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;ifa had a double date with eeq!&lt;br /&gt;first step to moving on with her life.&lt;br /&gt;cehhbah! go ifa go!&lt;br /&gt;nyahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i slacked at home the whole afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was out except for me and 5th sis.&lt;br /&gt;and as usual, 5th sis slept the WHOLE FUCKING DAY&lt;br /&gt;like a pig.&lt;br /&gt;ejan called me and asked if i had any plans.&lt;br /&gt;i said no for the meantime and he said he'll call me back.&lt;br /&gt;but he went all silent. dodoberd btol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching tv and i can't control my boredom anymore.&lt;br /&gt;so i called him and ask him to teman me go bugis.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to buy bag lahhh.&lt;br /&gt;met up with him at 8.30pm at jurong east mrt.&lt;br /&gt;and den i said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jan, aku tibe2 rase mcm malas gitu kan nak gi bugis.&lt;br /&gt;ejan: ahh. aku pon. kau tgk skg dah kul baper.&lt;br /&gt;kiter chill pat esplanade je lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so off to esplanade we go.&lt;br /&gt;we reached there at 9.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;and everyone was heading home by that time.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i feel so stupid walking with that jerk.&lt;br /&gt;he's always with his stupid jokes and blur action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we bought a cup of sweet corn and sat by the sea.&lt;br /&gt;cheyy, mcm romantic gitu kan.&lt;br /&gt;the moment we sit, ejan said&lt;br /&gt;"ok come on babe, let's talk about us(while winking at me)"&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. waddahell.&lt;br /&gt;we talked alot and i learned more bout him.&lt;br /&gt;haaa, he's such a nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;den his younger brother came with his friend.&lt;br /&gt;and 5th sis called me saying that she's at clarke quay&lt;br /&gt;and i told her to meet me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chit-chat again and make a move at 11+.&lt;br /&gt;was walking and laughing when i tripped.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how the hell my feet crossed INTO ejan's leg.&lt;br /&gt;and den ejan sang the pussy cat doll's song.&lt;br /&gt;"girl, why u trippin like that.."&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took the last train home.&lt;br /&gt;i was walking under the voideck when my phone rang.&lt;br /&gt;and ejan's name appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ejan: ti! nak tau something? that train ends at kranji. wtf siak.&lt;br /&gt;me: huh?! hahahahahaha! kesiannye kau. beh cmner?&lt;br /&gt;ejan: babi! aku tak tau ah. aku short of cash skg.&lt;br /&gt;me: wahahahaha! dah lah, gi amek cab skg dtg umah aku amek duit.&lt;br /&gt;ejan: ehhh?? okey2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i waited for him at the carpark and gave him $20.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. my money went down the drain just like that.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha but nvm, im helpful ok. sweet kann?&lt;br /&gt;ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;den after that nini felt hungry and wanted to eat satay.&lt;br /&gt;damn, its already like almost 1am.&lt;br /&gt;and she wants to eat.&lt;br /&gt;end up going to 7-11 only.&lt;br /&gt;deley-daley and reached home at 2am.&lt;br /&gt;and immediately took my flight to lala land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and i dreamt of my beloved cuzzin ahboi.&lt;br /&gt;gagagaga~&lt;br /&gt;i miss him lahh.&lt;br /&gt;and i feel like drinking ice mocha ryte now.&lt;br /&gt;*hhhmmm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-8530217474405306646?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/8530217474405306646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=8530217474405306646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/8530217474405306646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/8530217474405306646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/07/sheeeessshhhhhh-school-starts-tmrw-and.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-2662490642608234069</id><published>2007-07-07T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T02:28:47.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just got back half hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;had a last minute meet up&lt;br /&gt;with roy and elfie.&lt;br /&gt;like FINALLY we get to meet&lt;br /&gt;after a loonnngggg loonngg month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached gombak at 8pm but&lt;br /&gt;both gundu were nowhere to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;waited for another 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;turned to the right and saw roy smiling widely.&lt;br /&gt;aaarrgggh!&lt;br /&gt;i feel like jumping siak.&lt;br /&gt;YA ALLAH.&lt;br /&gt;rindunye sangat2 ngan due botak ni.&lt;br /&gt;i can't stop smiling when i see them.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;akhirnye, terlepas rindu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, roy is getting taller and&lt;br /&gt;elfie is now more chubby.&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and roy said that im getting fairer.&lt;br /&gt;ehem ehem.&lt;br /&gt;of courselah, simply becos i spent MOST of my time&lt;br /&gt;rotting to half-death at home. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went for food hunting.&lt;br /&gt;decided to have dinner at&lt;br /&gt;"persatuan alip singapura" coffeeshop.&lt;br /&gt;nyahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;because the coffeeshop name is alif&lt;br /&gt;and all the workers are mat2 singapura.&lt;br /&gt;huahuahuahua!&lt;br /&gt;and elfie asked this kind-of-true question;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elfie: ehh ti, kau pernah nampak tak, org2 yg bikin&lt;br /&gt;       prata mat2 hensem2, badan tough2. ataupon mat2&lt;br /&gt;       muda2 mcm kiter nie.&lt;br /&gt;me: a`ah ehh. tk pernah nampak plak. kalau ade mesti&lt;br /&gt;    hari2 aku turon makan prata.&lt;br /&gt;elfie: kau tk abes2 menyundal eh. sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeheee! &lt;br /&gt;while waiting for our food,&lt;br /&gt;roy sang a malay wak-wak song&lt;br /&gt;and elfie started to dance.&lt;br /&gt;i burst into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;waddahell.&lt;br /&gt;disgusting siakk his dance.&lt;br /&gt;so the wak-wak.&lt;br /&gt;if only i can show the way he dance.&lt;br /&gt;OMG! OMG!&lt;br /&gt;wahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;sial btol ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that chilled at the tasik.&lt;br /&gt;and its fuckin hot!&lt;br /&gt;ggggrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;i was perspiring like a pig ok.&lt;br /&gt;chit-chat and laugh-laugh.&lt;br /&gt;so many stories to share.&lt;br /&gt;it's like thousands of chapters in a book.&lt;br /&gt;what can i say, its been a month&lt;br /&gt;since we last spend time together.&lt;br /&gt;dah mcm catching-up session. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;after that all quiet.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;tiredness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched a group of chinese guys fishing.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;smangat gitu kan.&lt;br /&gt;make a move at 10+.&lt;br /&gt;poor elfie, getting sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and roy went all quiet in the mrt.&lt;br /&gt;reaching woodlands, i finally hear his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roy: ermm. kau teros balek ker?&lt;br /&gt;me: a`ah lah abeh. asal? kau tanak balek ke?&lt;br /&gt;roy: ahhhm tkdelah, tanyer jer.&lt;br /&gt;me: kau nak lepak lagik ehhh? kau ade problem ker?&lt;br /&gt;roy: ahhh. entah lah. aku tk tau aku ade problem ke tak.&lt;br /&gt;pffft! good answer he gave.&lt;br /&gt;me: nak bebual ngan aku tak???&lt;br /&gt;roy: hmmm. boleh jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sat outside causeway point and talked.&lt;br /&gt;i was right.&lt;br /&gt;roy is having some problem.&lt;br /&gt;so we continued talking until 11.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;took a taxi home.&lt;br /&gt;laziness strikes.&lt;br /&gt;ehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then chatted with ifa the bitch in msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(F) « y α т ι » . &lt;br /&gt;  makcikk! &lt;br /&gt;❤Ifaaa  &lt;br /&gt; nek! &lt;br /&gt;(F) « y α т ι » .&lt;br /&gt;  nek per! &lt;br /&gt;(F) « y α т ι » .  &lt;br /&gt;  cakap pasal nenek kan, &lt;br /&gt;(F) « y α т ι » . &lt;br /&gt;  pat lift aku ade notice nenek hilang xiakk &lt;br /&gt;(F) « y α т ι » .  &lt;br /&gt;  dah nyanyok, &lt;br /&gt;(F) « y α т ι » .  &lt;br /&gt;  kesian siakk. &lt;br /&gt;(F) « y α т ι » .  &lt;br /&gt;  mane die gie agaknye ehh &lt;br /&gt;❤Ifaaa  &lt;br /&gt;  seriouss? &lt;br /&gt;❤Ifaaa  &lt;br /&gt;  nenek? &lt;br /&gt;❤Ifaaa  &lt;br /&gt;  mly? &lt;br /&gt;❤Ifaaa    &lt;br /&gt;  kesian sia &lt;br /&gt;❤Ifaaa &lt;br /&gt;  nk g carik? &lt;br /&gt;(F) « y α т ι » .  &lt;br /&gt;  JOM AHH &lt;br /&gt;(F) « y α т ι » .  &lt;br /&gt; roy ngan elfie dah kluar gi rounding2 &lt;br /&gt;❤Ifaaa  &lt;br /&gt;  huahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kesian ehh. nenek saper agaknyer.&lt;br /&gt;so sesaper kalau ade nampak nenek dudok sowang2&lt;br /&gt;pat bawah blok jgn luper tepon police ehh.&lt;br /&gt;dpt reward. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it lah. nothing much happened.&lt;br /&gt;im just happy that i was able to be by&lt;br /&gt;roy's side when he needs a listening ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully i won't be too busy&lt;br /&gt;with the housework later.&lt;br /&gt;preparations for 2nd sister's wedding have begun.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna join ifaaa to the durian rampage gig lahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-2662490642608234069?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/2662490642608234069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=2662490642608234069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/2662490642608234069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/2662490642608234069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-got-back-half-hour-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-6826159196102461221</id><published>2007-07-06T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T00:50:27.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>couldn't put myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;was surfing the net and found&lt;br /&gt;something abit interesting lahh.&lt;br /&gt;i find it very true though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;L.O.V.E&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is often misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first up, &lt;b&gt;Jealousy&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;it usually indicates an&lt;br /&gt;insecure and immature heart. &lt;br /&gt;love wants the best for others, but&lt;br /&gt;jealousy is possessive. &lt;br /&gt;jealousy is reflected in the &lt;br /&gt;childish statements and behaviour. &lt;br /&gt;often, one person wants&lt;br /&gt;to totally possess the other and to&lt;br /&gt;restrict her/his relationships with&lt;br /&gt;others, usually with the opposite&lt;br /&gt;gender. &lt;br /&gt;but looking on the bright side, &lt;br /&gt;one might say jealousy also&lt;br /&gt;indicates that a person is afraid to lose&lt;br /&gt;someone he/she loves and hold dearly.&lt;br /&gt;jealously is not totally bad and is&lt;br /&gt;unavoidable. &lt;br /&gt;it's part of human instincts. &lt;br /&gt;but keeping a balance is vital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second, &lt;b&gt;Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is Not About Bragging.&lt;br /&gt;love is not a windbag and is&lt;br /&gt;not anxious to impress. &lt;br /&gt;often a guy will brag to a girl, &lt;br /&gt;trying to impress her &lt;br /&gt;so that she will like him. &lt;br /&gt;a truly great person, however, &lt;br /&gt;does not need&lt;br /&gt;to exalt himself.&lt;br /&gt;others will exalt him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, &lt;b&gt;Love is Not Arrogant.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is not conceited, boastful, &lt;br /&gt;cocky, or stuck-up. &lt;br /&gt;love, instead, is humble and &lt;br /&gt;has a servant attitude. &lt;br /&gt;sometimes, a guy may come&lt;br /&gt;across to a girl with an &lt;br /&gt;"I can take you or leave you" attitude. &lt;br /&gt;his demeanour implies, &lt;br /&gt;"You ought to be thankful that somebody &lt;br /&gt;as neat as me is dating you." &lt;br /&gt;of course, this is not love.&lt;br /&gt;the same applies to girls too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth, &lt;b&gt;Love always covers.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this word "cover" means to&lt;br /&gt;pass over in silence, &lt;br /&gt;to keep confidential. &lt;br /&gt;love is patient with the&lt;br /&gt;faults of others. &lt;br /&gt;it doesn't critcise and broadcast &lt;br /&gt;to the world the faults&lt;br /&gt;of others. &lt;br /&gt;love is there even when it&lt;br /&gt;knows the other is not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fifth, &lt;b&gt;Love always Perseveres.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love always stands its ground&lt;br /&gt;and holds out. &lt;br /&gt;it will outlast anything. &lt;br /&gt;it will even love in the&lt;br /&gt;face of unreturned love.&lt;br /&gt;real love will last though all sorts of trials,&lt;br /&gt;tribulations and stresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sixth, &lt;b&gt;Love is Not Provoked.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love has a long fuse. &lt;br /&gt;it does not become irritated and angry. &lt;br /&gt;it is not easily offended. &lt;br /&gt;love does not seek its own.&lt;br /&gt;this is the heart of love. &lt;br /&gt;love is other-centred rather than self-centred. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;love says&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;"I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; you, I &lt;b&gt;want to give&lt;/b&gt; to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;selfishness says&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;"I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; you, I &lt;b&gt;want&lt;/b&gt; you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seventh, &lt;b&gt;Love does not act unbecomingly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love does not behave disgracefully, &lt;br /&gt;dishourably or indecently. &lt;br /&gt;it does not embarrass others by its action. &lt;br /&gt;it is characterised by tact and sensitivity.&lt;br /&gt;love has good manners.  &lt;br /&gt;be sure to do little things like &lt;br /&gt;opening doors for your girl, &lt;br /&gt;or offering her your arm when you walk together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, &lt;b&gt;Love is forgiving&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a MUST for a&lt;br /&gt;successful love story. &lt;br /&gt;love doesn't hold grudges when it has been wronged.&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't remain resentful. &lt;br /&gt;it forgets past failures and sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learn all this before u start to love people,&lt;br /&gt;that's when u will feel and understand the true meaning of love.&lt;br /&gt;ohh, and umm take note of the words in &lt;b&gt;bold.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get it in ur head and stick them to ur brain.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-6826159196102461221?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/6826159196102461221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=6826159196102461221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/6826159196102461221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/6826159196102461221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/07/couldnt-put-myself-to-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-8089138680362076757</id><published>2007-07-05T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T19:32:25.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>timetable for term 2 is out.&lt;br /&gt;damn!&lt;br /&gt;now we hafta attend school assembly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;every single day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fuck.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more waking up at 10am&lt;br /&gt;and no more deley-daley.&lt;br /&gt;shit lahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hafta drag our butts to school &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;early&lt;/b&gt; in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;attend assembly somemore!&lt;br /&gt;i only attended assembly&lt;br /&gt;once in term one.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hafta board the bus and mrt&lt;br /&gt;which is always packed nak mampos&lt;br /&gt;in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;ergghh!&lt;br /&gt;i so hate that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrgghhh!&lt;br /&gt;but its ok, at least we finish school&lt;br /&gt;earlier then last term.&lt;br /&gt;last term was gerek cos the latest lesson&lt;br /&gt;only starts at 11.15am.&lt;br /&gt;but ends at 5.15pm.&lt;br /&gt;and the school will be like&lt;br /&gt;deserted by that time.&lt;br /&gt;this term the latest AND earliest&lt;br /&gt;is &lt;b&gt;8.15am&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;BUT the latest time we end our lessons&lt;br /&gt;is at &lt;b&gt;3.15pm&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;yey.&lt;br /&gt;so next week no more late nights.&lt;br /&gt;must wake up early oredi.&lt;br /&gt;be punctual and attend assembly&lt;br /&gt;including ALL lessons.&lt;br /&gt;must be a good gerl.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;MACAM PAHAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ifa, we so have to attend SW.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait.&lt;br /&gt;am I sure????&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-8089138680362076757?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/8089138680362076757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=8089138680362076757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/8089138680362076757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/8089138680362076757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/07/timetable-for-term-2-is-out.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-4060501107249298630</id><published>2007-07-03T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T23:22:25.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gah! its so quiet and abit dusty in here.&lt;br /&gt;agagagagaga~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lets start off with today;&lt;br /&gt;today woke up at 12.30pm and yes, i was late for work!&lt;br /&gt;decided to take a cab but still im late.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. thanks eh apek taxi for driving so slow.&lt;br /&gt;safety first tuuu.&lt;br /&gt;finished work at 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;met ifaaa bacen at woodlands.&lt;br /&gt;and while in the bus otw to&lt;br /&gt;woodlands central,&lt;br /&gt;i felt something dangling at &lt;br /&gt;the side of my face and it feels&lt;br /&gt;geli2 gitu.&lt;br /&gt;shook my head and felt something dropped&lt;br /&gt;on my hand.&lt;br /&gt;and its a COCKROACH!&lt;br /&gt;UUUWAAAAA! &lt;br /&gt;HOW THE HELL THAT COCKROACH&lt;br /&gt;LANDED ON MY HAIR?????!!&lt;br /&gt;i totally freaked out:&lt;br /&gt;IFAAAA! LIPAAAAASS!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;threw that disgusting creature towards ifa&lt;br /&gt;and of course, she freaked out too.&lt;br /&gt;wakakaka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached our destination and ifa&lt;br /&gt;grabbed her black jeans.&lt;br /&gt;we survey-ed the tops there,&lt;br /&gt;lawa laahhh. geraaam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den the bacen is complaining of hunger&lt;br /&gt;and kempunan ayam penyet.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh ifa, im on a diet!&lt;br /&gt;wahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we singgah at nearby coffeeshop.&lt;br /&gt;ate and drank and smoked.&lt;br /&gt;today, all the flies were attracted to ifa.&lt;br /&gt;nyehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;and bacen spotted one "eyecandy".&lt;br /&gt;cute ehh ifa. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;gatal~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to bukit gombak.&lt;br /&gt;ifa collected her school uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;ifa "shopping" seh narie.&lt;br /&gt;weehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;smokos again and then head home.&lt;br /&gt;and as usual,&lt;br /&gt;lepak session cocked up. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last weekend was spent happily with&lt;br /&gt;ifa, nini, ejan and his friends.&lt;br /&gt;met ifa at orchard at 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;as usual again, i was late.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. sorry bacen!&lt;br /&gt;had our dinner at Far East Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;Eiyra singgah for a while as she had&lt;br /&gt;last minute plan with who ehh??&lt;br /&gt;Ezra ke Bobbie ehh? hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;ok, i donnow anything for that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, proceeded to Esplanade to meet&lt;br /&gt;ejan the Jerk.&lt;br /&gt;we decided to take the bus and yah, &lt;br /&gt;it takes FOREVER for the bus to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;we crapped alot at the bustop. &lt;br /&gt;met nana also.&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh i so like her hair! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we laughed and laughed&lt;br /&gt;and crapped and crapped and even took pics&lt;br /&gt;which i have not received yet from IFA!&lt;br /&gt;*ehem ehem*&lt;br /&gt;make a move at 12am and we took a taxi home.&lt;br /&gt;the taxi driver bawak maut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;pak rempit&lt;/b&gt; siak.&lt;br /&gt;and the song in his cab makes my head spin.&lt;br /&gt;"habibi, habibi...."&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and btw, someone or maybe something,&lt;br /&gt;tells me that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;someone who onced wronged me is coming back.&lt;br /&gt;try to keep an open mind about them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhhhmmmmmm..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oklah, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-4060501107249298630?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/4060501107249298630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=4060501107249298630' title='0 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src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSC03039.jpg"width="200"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY 26th BIRTHDAY TO SIS AIDA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dearest 3rd sister,&lt;br /&gt;may ALLAH bless u a wonderful&lt;br /&gt;life with ur loved ones and&lt;br /&gt;may happiness be by your side always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventhough we're not that close,&lt;br /&gt;im glad that i have a crazy and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;sister like u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love u, sister Aida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-6454653126814393485?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/6454653126814393485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-3544915626162601570</id><published>2007-06-23T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T01:51:46.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i still don't get it. &lt;br /&gt;i still can't figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;even when u're gone, i still feel u.&lt;br /&gt;your voice keeps on playing in my head.&lt;br /&gt;maybe cos u still call me every night&lt;br /&gt;and every morning,&lt;br /&gt;saying that u missed me.&lt;br /&gt;the thought of u makes me weak.&lt;br /&gt;and im still thinking of u every second,&lt;br /&gt;every beat of my heart calls your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Naim.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't stand u. must everything u do makes me sad? but then, i like u. &lt;br /&gt;NO. i won't let u. u upset me and then u kiss me on my lips. &lt;br /&gt;all of a sudden, i forget that i was upset. &lt;br /&gt;it's like i can't remember what u did.&lt;br /&gt;i hate that, and u know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know exactly what to do, &lt;br /&gt;so that i won't stay mad at u for too long.&lt;br /&gt;that's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;u hate it, i know.&lt;br /&gt;u know exactly how to touch, &lt;br /&gt;so that i won't fuss and fight no more.&lt;br /&gt;said i despise that i adore u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate how much i love u.&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand how much i need u.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't let u go.&lt;br /&gt;now, i hate that i love u so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u completely know the power that u have. &lt;br /&gt;the only one that makes me laugh and cry. &lt;br /&gt;it's not fair how u take advantage of the fact &lt;br /&gt;that i love u for a reason. &lt;br /&gt;why??? &lt;br /&gt;its just not right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of these days maybe your magic won't affect me &lt;br /&gt;and that your kiss will make me weak, &lt;br /&gt;but no one in this world knows me the way u know me. &lt;br /&gt;probably u'll always have a spell on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how much i need u.&lt;br /&gt;and that's how much i love u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-3544915626162601570?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/3544915626162601570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=3544915626162601570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/3544915626162601570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/3544915626162601570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-still-dont-get-it.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-7893264000959361161</id><published>2007-06-21T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T17:57:46.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im in a state of confusion. uncle's been bragging. he wants me to stay with my mum like i used to. maybe i can help mum with the housework and get monthly allowance, again, like i used to. should i? but im feeling great staying at sis ina's house. but when i think of my monthly allowance, i feel that i wanna move back. but seeing the condition of the house makes me think twice. how?????? i really need money to pay up my hp bills and stuffs. gggrr! well, because i manage to do some soul-searching during my stay at sis house. i was left alone most of the time and i get to sit down and think about everything that is in my head. i enjoy the peace and quiet here. when at mummy's house, i dont really have the privacy. sharing rooms with my sisterS and the noisy environment. i dont really spend my time at home when im there. i'll be out most of the time. i dont get to let my mind free with so many distractions. maybe i need to think deeply. or can any of my beloved friends give me some advice please? really need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="18" COLOR="red"&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wawakiss: titi! bila nak jmpaaaaa! &lt;br /&gt;- biler2 boley! kan tgh holiday kannn. maybe we can drink drank and get drunk again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shasha: thx 4 de link dearie..  nice pixies.. soo the very pretty...  takin care... drop by often k? &lt;br /&gt;- ur welcume. i'll drop by every single day. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nanavodka: titi! bile nak jumpe lagi.. bile nak naek mos lagi! &lt;br /&gt;- MOS??? TANAKKK! NANTI AKU JATOH LAGIK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ifaaa: ure latest post made me cry cos im in ure shoes. miss ya, whore. &lt;br /&gt;- dun cry2 ifa. be happy ok. and i miss u too bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonoi(adek sdare): hello titi!!!!oiko ingat tk D&amp;G???HAHA...klakah sak....bye cheebai!!! &lt;br /&gt;- INGAT! hahaaa. everytime we're together we crap. i love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shasha: hello dearie.. Got ur url tru anotha webbie. Tag me? Hope to getta noe u betta sweets. * smiles. * &lt;br /&gt;- TAGGGED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ifaaaa: gambar parents kau yg last sweeet! &lt;br /&gt;- tengoklah parents siape! khakha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ekin: ti...cik ahmad dpt present sey...hehe!! &lt;br /&gt;- a`ah lah. cik rahman tak dpt present ke? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nanach|ca: okay sure will link ya. (: &lt;br /&gt;- thanks babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meera: hey landed in here while i'm bloghopping..care to link me..??btw ur song &amp; profile kewl..tkecare.. &lt;br /&gt;- thank u. links done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ifaaa: babi la slalu klua 2 jek...hahahah &lt;br /&gt;- huahuaa. tkpe banyak2 on bleh, i dun mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ifaaa: yaa!rindu krg2 ah!ahh2 eh sape eh NAIM?haha! &lt;br /&gt;- nyek nyekk! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ifaaa: yaa!rindu krg2 ah!ahh2 eh sape eh NAIM?haha! &lt;br /&gt;- nyek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ekin: i wonder whu is that naim?? ehk?? hahaha... &lt;br /&gt;- ehh2 kepo ni mak bedah satu nie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snake: gonna link ya titjepang~! &lt;br /&gt;- thanks ularrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nani: hah? U unappreciated bimbo! ah?! titi and naim konon! nonok kau! wahaha!  &lt;br /&gt;- erhh? xiow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-7893264000959361161?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/7893264000959361161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=7893264000959361161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/7893264000959361161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/7893264000959361161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-in-state-of-confusion.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-8942319063537919626</id><published>2007-06-18T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T11:12:46.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't explain this feeling. i think about it everyday. and eventhough we've moved on, it gets so hard to just walk away. i was doing so much, u wasn't doing enough. that's what u said. i saw u and your girl just yesterday and i feel that i must confess. eventhough it kills me, i have to say im impressed. i have to commend on your selection, though i know i shouldn't be concerned. in the back of my mind, i can't help but question. does she care for u? does she know that u love to play PS till 6 in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't forget how we used to be, our life from day to day. i tell myself not to be afraid to move on but it seems that i can't. the things we did, shared our fantasies, just u and me. how could we lose a love that seemed meant to be? though a new man had given me attention, its not the same as your affection. sometimes i kiss him but i wish it was u im kissing. sometimes i miss him but i wish it was u im missing. sometimes i hug him but i wish it was u im hugging. and i realize how much im bugging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hard to express this feeling, cause there's nobody i can compare to u.&lt;br /&gt;and u know she'll never love u like i do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-8942319063537919626?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/8942319063537919626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=8942319063537919626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/8942319063537919626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/8942319063537919626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-cant-explain-this-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-8919938242978271497</id><published>2007-06-17T23:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T20:13:00.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lots of things i wanna share here but, seriously, i have no time. so i'll just update on an advanced father's day for daddy yesterday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at cck early in the morning when farah went off to work without saying goodbye. hmpf! den in the evening, auntie will be meeting mum at woodlands and they wanted to go mustafa centre. bored and feeling lazy, me and nonoi went to mummy's house. and no one was there. only bro and daddy. "great". -_-&lt;br /&gt;bro, nonoi and myself messed up sister's room and found a vcd. hindustan sing-along vcd! hahaaa. put it on and we danced crazily. yaahhhh, night exercise. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;den at 8pm, found out that familia will be having seafood for dinner at woodlands central. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kak mas and abg khai joined along. sadly my beloved cousins couldnt make it.&lt;br /&gt;so we ate and my stomach felt like its gonna burst. there's alot of food! yah, thanks to abg khai! hahaa. but, i managed to eat only a plate of rice, not more! yeyy! huahuaa. and sisters bought daddy a prezie. i really enjoyed having dinner with my familia. how i wish we could sit at the table every night. after dinner, went home and then back to cck again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/Image020.jpg"width="300"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/sMiLe004.jpg"width="300"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;story-telling session.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/sMiLe008-1.jpg"width="300"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;auntie's enjoying the chilli crab. kacau die! hehe.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/sMiLe015.jpg"width="300"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;enjoying my dessert&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/sMiLe016.jpg"width="300"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;the prezie.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/sMiLe019.jpg"width="300"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/sMiLe020.jpg"width="300"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;daddy &amp; mummy.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, good night! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;its over. no more &lt;s&gt;naim&lt;/s&gt; in me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-8919938242978271497?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/8919938242978271497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=8919938242978271497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/8919938242978271497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/8919938242978271497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/06/hey-lots-of-things-i-wanna-share-here.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-2178044399246526655</id><published>2007-06-12T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T12:05:10.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing much, updating pictures of supper at JB last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/sMiLe.jpg"width="250"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;the ikan leleh&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/sMiLe00.jpg"width="200"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;the "tv" in abg khai's car. COOLNESS.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/sMiLe008.jpg"width="200"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;otw home! ok, i look ugly. hehh.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the only pics i got for now. more coming up. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniway, today's been a draggy day for me. i woke up on the wrong side of the bed and everything goes wrong. worse still, i had a tiff with naim. he's not being understanding these few days. it just take a few words to create this arguement. and u know it, when it comes to an arguement, im always the stubborn one. i won't give in so easily. damn, he really screwed my ass! is history repeating itself or what? im experiencing the same thing again and again. i really wish and wish he won't think of me like that. ok, dont wish to elaborate further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OOOOHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;TMRW IS MUMMY'S BIRTHDAY. familia will be gathering at mummy's house tmrw. YEY! but im still thinking what i should get for mummy. oh well, looks like i have to go present hunting with sis tmrw. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, good nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-2178044399246526655?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/2178044399246526655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=2178044399246526655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/2178044399246526655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/2178044399246526655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/06/nothing-much-updating-pictures-of.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-5911640837531667099</id><published>2007-06-10T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T10:34:25.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gd morning friends! (:&lt;br /&gt;just got back from the market with my sister. i was forced ok, it was so tough for me to wake up early in the morning. i think the last time i went to the market was like 6 or 7 years ago? hahahahaha. terok kann??? i didnt like wet markets laa. pffft!&lt;br /&gt;she woke me up at 7am and i said later laahh..still sleepy. den fifteen mins later she woke me up again. i sat on my bed and fall asleep again. hiahiaa! she came in my room and smack my leg. shocked, my eyes instantly opened wide. bathed, and den off to pasar! i didnt really enter the market actually, more like waiting for my sis outside the market. heeee. bought necessary stuffs and had breakfast. den head back home and tadaaa..here i am! will be continueing my sleep later before going out again at 12.30pm. have to make our bajus for my 2nd sister's wedding next month. ohhh i can't wait to see her naek pelamin. weeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a stay home day for me. helped sis to clean the house in the morning. ok, im not the one who wake up early in the morning ehh. i was annoyed by my 3rd sis who make noise while dressing up. sheeshh! after "spring cleaning", i went back to bed. huahuaaa. yahhyah, im a sleepyhead. can't help it ok. black called me and wanted me to accompany him to his bro's birthday party. he have no kaki to go with. too bad i was too lazy and i had some "people" at my house. sorry black! hehe. next week laa ok. den at night nini came up and we watched tv. at around 9+, 2nd sis came along with abg khai. sat and laughed at my sisters's jokes and den decided to have supper at JB. yeyyy! i wanted to try the &lt;i&gt;ikan leleh&lt;/i&gt;. thinking of it, the first thing that came to my mind was a fish with water dripping from its mouth. leleh apee! hehh. abg khai said its nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we make a move around 10+. took my passport at mummy's house. otw to JB, watched &lt;i&gt;pendekar bujang lapok&lt;/i&gt; in the car. memories laa sey. laughed our ass off. den at kastam leceh laa. the guy asked for my sister's IC la..which she didnt bring along..IC number laa..brought passport already still need IC iszit? *ggrr* k, den reached the makan place around 11+. alot of singaporeans down there. especially mats-mats moto. woohee! ahaaaa. so we sat and ate and drank and laughed and share stories and ate again and drank again until 1am. had satay, otak2 and tomyam soup and the sambal belacan was power dokkk! and &lt;i&gt;ikan leleh&lt;/i&gt; is actually a catfish, i think, which was fried and eaten with rice. its like &lt;i&gt;ayam penyet&lt;/i&gt;. ahh yah. but, the service was bad. superly bad. its so fucking slow. kalau minom teh, kenyang air teh je lah ehh. huhuu! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den there were two guys sitting next to us, talking about boxing la, st james la, they talked as if they are few miles apart. bleah! me and my eldest sis were laughing at them. we find them talking so &lt;i&gt;ye-ye&lt;/i&gt;, in other words, talk world. hehh. aniway, i was super duper full!!! nyeehaaa! went off and everyone dozed off in car, of cos except the driver laa. duh. yelahh, full stomach = makes us sleepy. hehee. heavy traffic at kastam and reached home at 3.30am. den i was off to Lala Land. huahuaa! i took some pictures too. but lazy to update now. i'll update soon maybe lah kays? ok i'll stop here. i think its long enuff for u to read. ((: &lt;br /&gt;have a nice day and happy reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-5911640837531667099?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/5911640837531667099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=5911640837531667099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/5911640837531667099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/5911640837531667099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/06/gd-morning-friends-just-got-back-from.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-7231951229047439014</id><published>2007-06-06T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T21:28:44.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YIPEE! Examinations are over and Holidays have begun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to have a long break. i wanna find a job to keep me occupied rather than stay home all day. den i can go shopping and spend time wit my loves! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was the last day of the term. we had our lunch in sch and den plan to hangout a while before heading home. den otw to J8, decided to buy a pack of cigg at 7-11 near the mrt station.. we were standing at the control station and noticed 2 policemen watching us. they stood there, looking at us, waiting for us to do "something". den me,yuyut,elfie and din walked to the side and they came to us after 10 mins. they were waiting for us to go off if not, they have to spotcheck us. sheesh! took our particulars and "chit-chat" for a while and then they shoo-ed off. hahaa. &lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to the hangout. we chilled at an openspace on top of J8. took pics and laughed all afternoon. einn and her girls are heading town in the evening and wanted us to tag along. but me and yuyut wanted to go home to sleep instead. hahaa. will update the pictures soon ok. otw home, laughed my ass off in the mrt with elfie's stupid jokes and act-cute face expressions. hiahia! alritee, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im goin out with mummy, sis and bro today, at last. i miss mummy alot seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, i wanna wish my schmates out there a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;VERY VERY HAPPY HOLIDAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yey! hiphip horraayyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got the pictures. woohee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/975352864l1.jpg"width="300"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/608732671l1.jpg"width="300"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;my favourite pic! (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/449012215l1.jpg"width="300"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/392320163l1.jpg"width="300"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-7231951229047439014?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/7231951229047439014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=7231951229047439014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/7231951229047439014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/7231951229047439014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/06/yipee-examinations-are-over-and.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-3961977663449107628</id><published>2007-06-04T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T13:51:08.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EXAMS! EXAMS STARTS TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 3 June 2007&lt;br /&gt;Yuyut wanted to study together for the coming exams at wdlds. 3.30pm, at Burger King. Yuyut called me at 2pm and told me to take a bath as he knows i take a long time to get dress and everything. hahaa. i said ok, but i felt it was still too early for me to get ready. so i watched Charlie and The Chocolate Factory. heheee. im in love with Willy Wonka,again. he's so cute. huaahuaa! around 2.45, i get dressed and arrived at Burger King arnd 3.40..and im the first to arrive! yeyyy! Yuyut came and followed by Elfie. Botak was hungry so we went to have our lunch at Banquet while waiting for Din. And den we saw Ain and her son! Another cute baby! awww... After that Din arrived and we proceed to Civic center library and start our revision. Elfie was getting restless and so we went to a voideck to continue our study. thanks to Elfie, me and yuyut can't concentrate and start to crap. gundu botak! den around 10pm, hangout at Civic! went home at 10.40pm and &lt;b&gt;BAM!&lt;/b&gt;, flat on bed. ok, time for some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSC02056.jpg"width="300"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Yuyut, the tutor.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSC02068.jpg"width="300"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Me &amp; Elfie.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSC02074.jpg"width="300"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Din &amp; Me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSC02072.jpg"width="300"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Yuyut &amp; Me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/DSC02075.jpg"width="250"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;PEACE! (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 4 June 2007&lt;br /&gt;Exam paper ends at 10.30am today. OFC paper was easy actually. yey! after school wait for Din at interchange playgrnd while smoking. then saw 2 men sitting behind us, watching us satu mcm. den after a while, they came up to us;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Umm, sorry eh. tadi buang rokok pat mane?&lt;br /&gt;Elfie: Uhh..tu.(on the floor). jatoh ah agaknye. (and mmg jatoh pon,tk prasan)&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Ohh, rokok jatoh ah nie&lt;br /&gt;Elfie: Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Tolong angkat eh buang.&lt;br /&gt;Another Guy: Particulars pls. &lt;br /&gt;Den write2 sumthing...&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Ok, laen kali jgn buang rokok sembarang2 eh, takot nanti org salah sangke. skg kite kasi awak warning je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takot org salah sangke???? wadda hell xiak.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. nonsense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den me and elfie start to talk crap about them. khakha! afer a while din came and we went to McDnld for lunch and head back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time to revise notes. CRN paper lah dey tmrw. sien! Byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-3961977663449107628?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/3961977663449107628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=3961977663449107628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/3961977663449107628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/3961977663449107628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/06/exams-exams-starts-today-sunday-3-june.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855733576714710035.post-2964261908571473495</id><published>2007-06-01T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T13:09:59.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly, i'm abit excited as this is my first online blog at blogspot after closing the one at friendster. blogging at friendster was abit dull, and i dont know why. heheh. so i hope that i would update this new blog of mine often yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything to blog about so I'm gonna end here.&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855733576714710035-2964261908571473495?l=yukaemiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/feeds/2964261908571473495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2855733576714710035&amp;postID=2964261908571473495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/2964261908571473495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855733576714710035/posts/default/2964261908571473495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukaemiko.blogspot.com/2007/05/june-01.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
