tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464023863771466792024-02-22T19:06:45.201+08:00.&?x'CAZBELL'x?&.the biggest secret in a little girl is all in here.
The happiest person to share it with her is all in here.
The one she chose to be devoted to him, and all her big secret lies beneath this page.
So keep your lips tight and don't say a word to anyone else.
So, join us here to make the world a better place.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01105754334960466904noreply@blogger.comBlogger1186125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446402386377146679.post-77451031443871488412009-09-15T20:07:00.003+08:002011-07-03T23:40:03.755+08:00♥♥So... moving over to a new link. :D<br />
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LALA. ;D.. won't stop updating..<br />
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and sorry for the previous few emo stuff.. was going through emotional state. ;D♥Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01105754334960466904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446402386377146679.post-9294064313329209462009-09-13T22:03:00.000+08:002009-09-13T22:04:32.230+08:00hmhow do you make a wish come true?<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01105754334960466904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446402386377146679.post-53550835773174686682009-09-13T15:48:00.000+08:002009-09-13T15:49:20.445+08:00ahhhhhhh<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvpggIZDczNCKKO-zQ2GEV0wID1EbLtmi1sqxk1ONZbTQqALcH4ZkVhLdHfeaMb5700plkZCxwYx7VPeA7edmmWzxnXjtj8nKygeUfU5odlr8f1SL2NtUTHJMc6gismY343Rh2TNmDc-xl/s1600-h/guinea-pig---tan.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvpggIZDczNCKKO-zQ2GEV0wID1EbLtmi1sqxk1ONZbTQqALcH4ZkVhLdHfeaMb5700plkZCxwYx7VPeA7edmmWzxnXjtj8nKygeUfU5odlr8f1SL2NtUTHJMc6gismY343Rh2TNmDc-xl/s400/guinea-pig---tan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380855872149958866" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">i want this!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01105754334960466904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446402386377146679.post-23571585859179771442009-09-13T15:41:00.002+08:002009-09-13T15:48:35.967+08:00another movie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUqGqvp_84f4uaQyoBnPAqSGysB_ynWRrvv29AnabqJSu2xyl3ItVzQSk1yr3OrrUA_01jh_Ap_hq8AIRdy05XCwhqH97I0TaNu5cvBT0TrmlRgFwPP0HJCmPCiPr_el_3X8-b7gSvSZTN/s1600-h/3234432638_77fb8658da_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUqGqvp_84f4uaQyoBnPAqSGysB_ynWRrvv29AnabqJSu2xyl3ItVzQSk1yr3OrrUA_01jh_Ap_hq8AIRdy05XCwhqH97I0TaNu5cvBT0TrmlRgFwPP0HJCmPCiPr_el_3X8-b7gSvSZTN/s400/3234432638_77fb8658da_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380854108226741474" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge2Kk09HQtx_gCafNrvDU21434P2ohNbRPu48n6Ode9___WOg4_aZDIU4JSplHDmnCoY_sIxdCmnxMhrusTgfScTRdMrJD1ZWysyJlEuHrg_4TiciBfSCwZ4ShqTgvgxurE4qtDZrBK9l5/s1600-h/gijoe11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge2Kk09HQtx_gCafNrvDU21434P2ohNbRPu48n6Ode9___WOg4_aZDIU4JSplHDmnCoY_sIxdCmnxMhrusTgfScTRdMrJD1ZWysyJlEuHrg_4TiciBfSCwZ4ShqTgvgxurE4qtDZrBK9l5/s400/gijoe11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380854103324589138" /></a> <div><br /></div><div>Last wednesday, hubby and i watched G.I.Joe..</div><div><br /></div><div>weeee...>.<</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>don't know what to say about it..</div><div>GO WATCH IT!!! hahahaa.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01105754334960466904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446402386377146679.post-66657916904704885272009-09-12T00:00:00.001+08:002009-09-12T00:01:34.129+08:00Not happy...<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>i don't know what's happening..</div><div><br /></div><div>self-esteem gone down quite low this afternoon.</div><div><br /></div><div>but i'm much better now.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>_</div><div>i cried cz i know you wouldn't be able to give me what i wanted. i was being a baby.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01105754334960466904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446402386377146679.post-64481928631356052782009-09-08T23:40:00.003+08:002009-09-08T23:57:34.992+08:00...Hubby and i talked today. It sudden made me realize WHAT i REALLY want this year. But somehow, i don't want to put my hopes up high because, With the higher hopes, will ALWAYS bring bigger disappointment.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>For this year's birthday. my wish is ''to know how much you love me''. Or much i mean to you. and how much effort it's worth..</div><div><br /></div><div>Hubby did mention that it's bcz i'm leaving and he doesn't want to make it such a big thing and i''ll end up NOT wanting to leave.</div><div><br /></div><div>But the thing is. I wish he'll tell me. So i'll be more secure. and i want to know how it is.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>*ugh*. like tiger had said.. why does he have to be so stubborn and why does he have to be someone that doesn't want to show his feelings? </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01105754334960466904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446402386377146679.post-50218899711097018432009-09-08T11:59:00.002+08:002009-09-08T12:01:22.503+08:00ahhhhhI finally saw some pictures and reminded me of something. HAHAAA<div>NOW I KNOW where i wanna go for my birthday. ;DDD</div><div><br /></div><div>buahahahaaaa.. sound so evil right? but. *sigh*. too much for hubby la. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>i wanna go jogoya makan. HAHAA.. </div><div>but due to the fact that there'll be TRAFFIC JAM (which hubby hates). and our class time. GOD knows what time he'll end. </div><div>Soooo, don't know about it. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>why not let's just have mvD. hahaa..</div><div>then it could be cheap.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01105754334960466904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446402386377146679.post-49027325113394569552009-09-08T11:02:00.000+08:002009-09-08T11:03:37.719+08:00haha. being random<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsBW6BaKJu5bI0JPussa3l77L6BqHCi2DkInmUmRMtLFx1Ve8ckKuDaAWMcDr9zTVQBqoPVGhzlD2wD_8Ztfs9HKruEABnwnBqEFzMS__xvuiFu3HLZiWrF0e2cFTd43TOlo2WrCVEIrdD/s1600-h/P23-07-09_20.39.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsBW6BaKJu5bI0JPussa3l77L6BqHCi2DkInmUmRMtLFx1Ve8ckKuDaAWMcDr9zTVQBqoPVGhzlD2wD_8Ztfs9HKruEABnwnBqEFzMS__xvuiFu3HLZiWrF0e2cFTd43TOlo2WrCVEIrdD/s400/P23-07-09_20.39.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378926807111739426" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">i love you</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01105754334960466904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446402386377146679.post-10902301217032334622009-09-07T13:37:00.003+08:002009-09-07T13:52:59.693+08:00get out<div>stop making go crazy! if one day i ever end up in the mental hospital or whatever shit. it's because of your fucking fault!!!! </div><div><br /></div><div>Seriously right. i don't know what's your fucking problem. and all you're saying is BULLSHIT!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>and i don't know what's my fucking problem!! everytime what you say it's the fucking same!! and still everytime i listen to it. everytime i get hurt and offended. i'm not a robot. i'm not a fucking body without feelings ok?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I don't want to eat. GOT ANY PROBLEM A??? STOP FORCING ME TO EAT LA!! IF I AM HUNGRY I WILL GO AND EAT LA!!!! SERIOUSLY. SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH.... </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>like i wish. you think i don't? Do you FUCKING KNOW HOW HARD IS IT TO PRETEND YOU'RE SOMEONE ELSE IN FRONT OF YOU ALL???????TO PRETEND TO LOVE THE THINGS I HATE. TO PRETEND TO HATE THE THINGS I LOVE. TO PRETEND TO BE WHO I AM NOT! WHAT FUCKING SHIT IS THIS????</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>this is my life. and STAY AWAY FROM IT!!!! you know nothing about me. Not even my favorite color, or my favorite flavor .or my favorite cake. or favorite dish of food. you always think i love chicken chop... IT"S NOT MY FAVORITE AND I HATE IT!!!! wtf. so stop pretending that you know me.!!</div><div> It's alright for you to forget MY BIRTHDAY.. oh no. wait.. it doesn't matter shit to you anyway. right?? and how could you even remember something that is not yours??</div><div>and i was preparing something. now i just don't want to do it anymore. because. i'm TIRED OF WIPING YOUR ASS!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>and yea! i know you hate my not studying law or medicine or whatever shit you wanted your PERFECT DAUGHTER to be so you can FUCKING brag about it. i'm sorry!! that is not who i want to be. i want to be a creative director. an account service. a business design.. i want to have my own magazine book. my own fashion line. FUCKING CANNOT A?????? </div><div>and what does it give a shit to you even when i wear a 5 inch high heels?? I WALK IN THEM!!! NOT YOU!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>you have the right to not eat and i don't? what logic is this? DId you take your medicine today? i feel so mad and yet pity you, because you have a FUCKING ATTITUDE and a FUCKING BRAIN like that. nobody knows what fuck shit i'm going through.... people always think ''omg. small matter why you make it till so big?''.. yea.. smal smal small small small .. FOR 20 FUCKING EYARS IT BECOMES BIG!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>and carol! stop asking me to tahan. be'ccz you're not here!!! and ibet you FORGOT how it feels to be LIKE THIS!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>i'm doubting if i wanna come back next week either. fucker. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01105754334960466904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446402386377146679.post-52117248249120277072009-09-06T19:14:00.003+08:002009-09-06T19:15:55.792+08:00..You know what really pisses me off? Just when i've calmed down.<div><br /></div><div>YOU PISS ME OFF AGAIN!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>i talk to you nicely. you ask for my opinion. i give it to you.. and then? I GET SCOLDED FOR MY OPINION! WHAT THE FUCK?</div><div><br /></div><div>shut up if you can't estimate! 4 person eating you order 2 large pizza! wtf? who's gonna eat? then you go on saying if we don't finish can keep. YEA RIGHT.. if we really didn't finish. you'll start scolding saying why are we wasting food..</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>THING NEVER GO THROUGH YOUR BRAIN A????</div><div>oh yea. wait..</div><div><br /></div><div>do you even have one?</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01105754334960466904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446402386377146679.post-20409985094939767682009-09-06T09:29:00.002+08:002009-09-06T09:31:52.965+08:00get out of my life!seriously. WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!! this is one fucking reason why i lock my doors before i go to sleep on saturday night. you force me to go to some place i don't fucking feel like going in the morning! and you start pissing me off!!! what the fuck??? don't you have nothing better to do in your life?<div><br /></div><div>i'm a university student and i can't sleep at 10 every night and wake up at 7 in the morning. what fucking life is that?? how am i gonna fucking finish my work??</div><div><br /></div><div>i just sniff once today.. ONE FUCKING TIME!!!!!! and you go on lecturer about it... FUCKER!!!!!! if it wasn't my birthday next week. i wouldn't give a shit about coming back either!! if it wasn't for YOU!!!! i wouldn't have come back this week EITHER!!!! stupid ass shit face cunt hole! wtf.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01105754334960466904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446402386377146679.post-68993064420967162772009-09-05T01:15:00.002+08:002009-09-05T01:36:59.707+08:00how i wish my birthday would beSuddenly, i realize, it might be the last birthday till god knows when we celebrate it together.<div><br /></div><div>Hubby asked ''why don't you have any friends that celebrates your birthday with you?''. Deep inside me, somewhere, hubby doesn't know this part of me. He's lucky he has friends like his. Though i'm also friends with them, but it's different, i'm more like a friend's girlfriend. but anyway, Don't want to talk about that.</div><div><br /></div><div>I started thinking what i wanted when hubby asked me about a month ago. What do i really want? it's not that i have anything. i would say, i want that top from topshop, or that pair of killer heels. or this perfume. or that shades, or a handbag. there are LOADS a girl would want. i could even say i want a diamond pendant or what-so-ever. but then, i don't want something that just spells 'M-O-N-E-Y''. though i would be happy, which girl wouldn't? </div><div><br /></div><div>But, i feel. i want a loved birthday. where the boyfriend makes something creative. or maybe a single rose would lighten up my day. Even if it's a combination of pictures of stitches. and us.. Or a collage picture of hubby himself. Or, a simple love letter describing what i mean to him would be so much better than a Burberry handbag, or a Prada shades. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>All i wish, is something memorable. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01105754334960466904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446402386377146679.post-90411572509297165482009-09-03T17:58:00.002+08:002009-09-03T20:10:18.704+08:00bored.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUqo-SiKwB9P93TWmV91dIy6Jtp3ho4JH9o68B20oNlBY0Xz_CQJq5TxN2fmqGtR1j1cQCF3kF4y0tQefRVgw_kI-MGssJ8Y6t0LvtNqiDTJUKKosB3m_JfmhI0dKwlxbEI1fbNZKsjxVe/s1600-h/Picture+17.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUqo-SiKwB9P93TWmV91dIy6Jtp3ho4JH9o68B20oNlBY0Xz_CQJq5TxN2fmqGtR1j1cQCF3kF4y0tQefRVgw_kI-MGssJ8Y6t0LvtNqiDTJUKKosB3m_JfmhI0dKwlxbEI1fbNZKsjxVe/s400/Picture+17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377178504376599698" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHfOMhX31ErRz68MX074Odh6N-ISN_p4YHkW4qnx7suJ7paYmSe9oydVuDX-0_crf2NQJNoyUuBwADYCRWUQYfYRo_2OkKPrbxP_l9_W7tQ3qmCafBPwmAekLdfuZ94DvhCRBuAA_AC6tD/s1600-h/Picture+16.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHfOMhX31ErRz68MX074Odh6N-ISN_p4YHkW4qnx7suJ7paYmSe9oydVuDX-0_crf2NQJNoyUuBwADYCRWUQYfYRo_2OkKPrbxP_l9_W7tQ3qmCafBPwmAekLdfuZ94DvhCRBuAA_AC6tD/s400/Picture+16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377178499960075666" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>This is what you do when you're bored</div><div>you camwhore..</div><div>especially when ur laptop has a built in camera. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01105754334960466904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446402386377146679.post-12320321829162474692009-09-03T01:37:00.002+08:002009-09-03T01:40:39.377+08:00030809<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>it's already september!!!<div style="text-align: justify;">but don't know why i'm so god damn GLOOMY!!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">probably stupid PMS.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01105754334960466904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446402386377146679.post-38566923747208200652009-09-02T19:07:00.004+08:002009-09-02T19:19:00.392+08:00=/Suddenly, i feel to have the urge to have the brains to study. =/<div><br /></div><div>or maybe the brains to be even smarter. *sigh*... </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>But anyways, Just feel so tired and lazy. and *ugh*. hate my group assignment work. seriously. =/. tsk. So, anyway, doing my work and watching Full House. but still, makes no difference in my life. </div><div><br /></div><div>i seriously need a camera. sigh. gonna save money to buy it. Hope i can get it a.s.a.p...</div><div><br /></div><div>i'm bored. and i'm lost passion in blogging, because he doesn't seem to bother. So he just kinda ruined my mood also. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01105754334960466904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446402386377146679.post-88133927919417409652009-08-30T18:10:00.001+08:002009-08-30T18:11:52.052+08:00lalalalala.;Dhehez.. so the list for what i want for my birthday is up. HAHAA<div><br /></div><div>*hint to the boyfriend*</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>=p...</div><div><br /></div><div>just joking la hubby.. i can dream also ma. right? ;D.. crazy siao to get those stuff man.. i just want stitches. that's all.;D</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01105754334960466904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446402386377146679.post-71653425169646218922009-08-30T00:56:00.005+08:002009-08-30T01:04:40.569+08:00your opinions please. ;D<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>So, it's really fascinating to be doing assignments (yea. right.)<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So, anyway, </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Found these. HAHAAAA>.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 391px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYoAOHHGtr-jNI7xWINefjIjKnba72ULjIDK3aSf_AcJyGi5HAN2nTnMcJ7K34cXjtRZGwWu69TlljQEsJNn2HAHyX3TH5fzjDdwUyv18CNjObVL9Biq2eSAkvM9ch6pKrcygoQ7Z7BEgx/s400/Picture+13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375430948386770050" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Some tattoos can really turn out really fu</div><div style="text-align: center;">nny. HAHAA</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI5enEIp7WWv6j5ZkBwKxL37gX34EPeYxsdxe9AvlwXv9n-mxPuUUDgR7O9fi0h5QHvbTQAjVS9YsvnUrY_mDJQ-E-wDJBV_0fWXwnwy0_wk7JWpO82oPH5sHWw9MisAoTg_45LeNw8FF6/s400/Picture+16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375430957234852546" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And some can turn out to be QUITE creepy. there's worst i tell u..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcDCrUorf4DrXGqi6c5v4wCWUQvB3o1XyQu_W8jg7dVpKM0S-Q2Y2-rsK0QQAuS5m76kpg3B1GostZZHXVei3_pTr7vjzmei7JCWZnpZJmxJIiHSjXvDRHpEq68gd2AIlPDa37p8Y-87nB/s400/Picture+17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375430960385642738" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">and some TURN out to be REALLY HOTTT.. hahaaa..</div><div style="text-align: center;">maybe it's because megan fox is just beautiful by herself. </div><div style="text-align: center;">no wait.</div><div style="text-align: center;">she's HOT and sexy rather than beautiful HAHAA..</div><div style="text-align: center;">in my mind beautiful are all the gentle and NOT SO WILD type. hahahaaa</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAetH3cH9qKxtTQ76htLZqvCalq4g6DrxqASMOlhPRwDiXo3Nmlc9hCIGSjM0HHkekX_tRd59Id9YCfDw88M4YEu9p1KUN8hkz2oqvyETEmwg5bMhdDFG3TH29bjYyCIzWZmaMX2RNPvVe/s400/Picture+15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375432055127782514" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">ok. this final picture may look a little as if it's painted.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But if you notice, she doesn't have a nipple. HAHA</div><div style="text-align: center;">Maybe she was doing a campaign or advert,</div><div style="text-align: center;">but it says that..</div><div style="text-align: center;">she's tattooed it like that, be'cz she really loved butterflies and it makes me feel like a child again</div><div style="text-align: center;">She had breast cancer. That's why she's so flat and no nipples. </div><div style="text-align: center;">She went for plastic surgery to make her skin look better and smoother and she got herself a tattoo.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Like Michael has said before, maybe it's a way for making herself feel secure. ;D</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">but anyway,,,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">please comment on what you feel and think.;D. thanks.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01105754334960466904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446402386377146679.post-38722383504090103492009-08-28T14:15:00.001+08:002009-08-28T14:17:29.157+08:00what's this world coming to<div>I'm not sure if you could see this.. copy and paste it into a new tab or new window / browser</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1092711051435&ref=nf<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>i find it really sad and i also found a few acticle about it. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "><p style="font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: inherit; "><span style="font-size:-1;"><i style="font-style: italic; ">As told by Don Crow, 03/02/00...</i></span></p><p style="font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: inherit; "><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;"><span style="font-size:+1;color:#000044;"><b style="font-weight: bold; ">T</b></span><i style="font-style: italic; ">he story I just heard has all the earmarks of an urban legend...</i></span></p><p style="font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: inherit; "><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;">As it goes, a couple with their child were in a shop in Tijuana, Mexico. With their baby only a couple of feet from them, their attention was diverted just long enough for the baby to be stolen. They searched frantically for the baby and/or the kidnappers, but had no luck. Even with the aid of the local police they had to go home empty handed.</span></p><p style="font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: inherit; "><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;">While crossing the border back into the U.S., The wife notices her child's car seat in a car next to them waiting to go through the border check. She gets out of the car and starts to make a scene, which does indeed attract the attention of the border police. The police detain the car in question, along with its occupants. The mother is able to identify the baby as her own that was stolen earlier.</span></p><p style="font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: inherit; "><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;">However, the people who had her had killed and disemboweled her as a hiding place for smuggling drugs into the U.S.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: inherit; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica;">******</span></p><p style="font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: inherit; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; "></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica;"><p style="font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: inherit; "><span style="font-size:-1;"><i style="font-style: italic; ">As told by Tony Graham, 04/10/00...</i></span></p><p style="font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: inherit; "><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;">A woman and her 4 year old son are visiting a border town on the Mexican side of the Texas/Mexico border. As they are walking towards the border crossing to return to the U.S., a man runs up to her and takes her child. She immediately runs to the authorities and a search ensues.</span></p><p style="font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: inherit; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; "><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;">The lady and the authorities begin walking among the cars looking for her son. The woman spots her child in a truck a couple of rows over. Her son is laying his head on the shoulders of man and appears to be sleeping.</span></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica;"><p style="font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: inherit; "><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;">As the authorities close in on the vehicle, the driver jumps out of line and makes a run for it. As they are driving off, the passenger opens his door and dumps the child out into the street. As the woman and the authorities reach the child they find, to their horror, that the child has not only been murdered but has been cut open and illegal drugs have been put inside his body.</span></p><p style="font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: inherit; "><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;">It appears that the persons in the vehicle were drug smugglers and had decided to kidnap a child, kill them and place the drugs in the body. They would then hold the child as they approached the border and the border agents would think that the child was quietly sleeping on the shoulder of the passenger.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: inherit; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica;">******</span></p><p style="font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: inherit; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; "></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica;"><p style="font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: inherit; "><span style="font-size:-1;"><i style="font-style: italic; ">As told by Carol Miller, 03/10/00...</i></span></p><p style="font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: inherit; "><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;"><i style="font-style: italic; ">I have heard this story twice...</i></span></p><p style="font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: inherit; "><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;">A friend of the teller of the story went to the southwestern United States to visit family. While there, a neighbor stopped by to tell what happened to a friend of a friend, etc.</span></p><p style="font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: inherit; "><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;">The family went to Mexico, just across the border, to shop, and lost track of their toddler who wandered off. The police told them to give them a picture of the child and they would circulate it, because somebody might try to bring that child back into the states in the car seat, and the driver would try to pass it off as his sleeping baby.</span></p><p style="font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: inherit; "><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;">Sure enough, they found the baby, dead, with drugs sewn up in its body, strapped into the car seat. Supposedly this is happening all the time now.</span></p><p style="font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: inherit; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: inherit; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica;">________</span></p><p style="font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: inherit; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica;">this is so sad. </span></p></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica;"></span><p></p></span><p></p></span><p></p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01105754334960466904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446402386377146679.post-35945894229443996482009-08-28T00:44:00.001+08:002009-08-28T00:47:26.205+08:00missing you<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3guobeVNNYa8vxWYFFUcvsYeKHgo2MwFB1G7BTopNQOkjQLfhKOLxQVnfBzzZnn5gw3KogPJ8DLN6ORYO2Rw7Mxs7YrpPRElWue3Wb5RNK-mWptrQ8fCZMYNgzH7Swbqcn5nQUVlXa8fV/s1600-h/6293_127543641646_515986646_2827405_2673859_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3guobeVNNYa8vxWYFFUcvsYeKHgo2MwFB1G7BTopNQOkjQLfhKOLxQVnfBzzZnn5gw3KogPJ8DLN6ORYO2Rw7Mxs7YrpPRElWue3Wb5RNK-mWptrQ8fCZMYNgzH7Swbqcn5nQUVlXa8fV/s400/6293_127543641646_515986646_2827405_2673859_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374685932641935762" /></a>i miss you.. i realize nothing can replace you in my heart. <div>No one has the big nose you have. and the big tummy of yours. your small little hands and cute little tail.</div><div><br /></div><div>*sigh*</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01105754334960466904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446402386377146679.post-39080047261940668482009-08-27T23:52:00.001+08:002009-08-27T23:55:13.956+08:00Listen to thisI've ALWAYS hear this song in uni.. ALL THE TIME!!! for the first time i thought it was a really lovely song. i remember i was really depressed and emo at that time, with family and lecturers and when they played this song i almost cried..<div><br /></div><div>But soon, it just felt normal..till now i found it.. Then only i realize it's sung by limkokwing students and produced and recorded everything in limkokwing..hmm. not bad i'll say.</div><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v25MBf0VePc&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v25MBf0VePc&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01105754334960466904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446402386377146679.post-21319066111942691812009-08-27T16:43:00.002+08:002009-08-27T16:56:23.733+08:00something to learnIt always sucks being in a group. it's not that i don't like it. but i always prefer individual groups. Cz you know what you're doing and you're never afraid that you'll be over doing or under-doing or crossing over what you're suppose to do.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So, yea.. and the other thing that sucks in a group assignment is that when you are new to everyone. The hardest part is ALWAYS passed to you. that's the worst. ugh.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So that's what happened to me right now. so frus. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01105754334960466904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446402386377146679.post-55123468755189936402009-08-26T23:52:00.001+08:002009-08-26T23:53:46.658+08:00Dedicated to hubby.<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RJT29v7KH6U&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RJT29v7KH6U&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />i love this song. ;DDDAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01105754334960466904noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446402386377146679.post-40958002649320281442009-08-26T22:58:00.002+08:002009-08-26T23:01:30.151+08:00Please commentSo, here would be a BIG help for my assignments.. i'm suppose to randomly ask questions to people and see what they think. So i'm gonna post the questions on my blog and PLEASE answer them . ;DDD.. thank u LOADDDSSS.. ;DD<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>1. what do you think about tattoos?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>2. Will you get one done? If you will, what will it be and why?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>3. Why do you think people get tattoos?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>4. Would you be friendly with a person who has a full body tattoo?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>5. Why people with tattoos always get the bad impression?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>6. If you have a chance to change the people /public's mind about tattoo being bad. what would you?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>___ </div><div>there's more. but these 6 Question are the most important one. ;D. ur feedback will be REALLY help me. thanks.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01105754334960466904noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446402386377146679.post-46463490499347644152009-08-26T20:01:00.002+08:002009-08-26T20:29:18.926+08:0026082009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Fid6Tk0YP7ToP3E0cX-R4fQ85UpazzKVl1noiRqekCXVECzINxge9jjmN_QqPPKkb_WgCXJr18f_T6a_C2a91h485xaiocYcGuWuKYIXraB8OTWZF2y66EY9KO74gjWBf7HF4PlnNe_K/s1600-h/maggie_hotcup.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 371px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Fid6Tk0YP7ToP3E0cX-R4fQ85UpazzKVl1noiRqekCXVECzINxge9jjmN_QqPPKkb_WgCXJr18f_T6a_C2a91h485xaiocYcGuWuKYIXraB8OTWZF2y66EY9KO74gjWBf7HF4PlnNe_K/s400/maggie_hotcup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374241477777419010" /></a><br /><div>So i just finished my dinner. ;DDD (*picture above*). so yea... quite full. though i still have a fetish of munching on things. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>___</div><div><br /></div><div>Today, i have Design Research class. and i'm doing on Tattoos. but still, i'm like half lost.. Assignments are pilling up and i feel so lost sometimes. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>ugh. </div><div><br /></div><div>____</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, got quite annoyed with some people. Sometimes it's really funny how some people can be so close minded or stereotype. Or like how they judge a book thru the cover and when you tell him or her she just gives you the look? oh my god. i seriously can't stand people like that. </div><div><br /></div><div>ugh.. anyway, don't wanna talk about people like that ANYMORE. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>sooo, this week hasn't been a good week. can't wait for hubby to come back up.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01105754334960466904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446402386377146679.post-84327990907074406442009-08-25T23:15:00.001+08:002009-08-26T01:27:32.152+08:00OMG. seriously it hasn't been my week. Things haven't been good for me.. But oh well, keep the positive thinking up and things will turn over soon. ;D. <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Now, back to assignments. OMG. i have work for each subject and i've not started what's due TOMORROW!! and it's 11.30 at night right now. sobs. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01105754334960466904noreply@blogger.com0