<?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-1678785067071092094</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:23:36.726-07:00</updated><category term='I LOVE MY BIEY'/><category term='S'/><category term='T'/><title type='text'>"FANTASY AD FUGUE" ~ Deekay ~</title><subtitle type='html'>Read it, Endure it, Think wisely and you'll thank me. Welcome to my blog..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-4394213646783255811</id><published>2009-11-15T09:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T10:05:19.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE MUST GOES ON</title><content type='html'>I am in my room here in damansara.  The eyes are sleepy, but i was tempted to do this while i have the chance to do it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been the past 4 month since my stay as a degree student.  And in that four month is where everything happened from heaven... to hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assignments, presentations, reports, tests and quizzes are being quite the " killing machine ".  I just go with the flow, and alas, made it till the end.  However, things don't turn out great for me, and there's a twist in my heaven.  Things started to crumble slowly, and i noticed that, yes i may have to lose someone dearly to me for the sake of my goal and my accomplishment of what i have to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God wants me to see that, achieving what i wanted is not that easy, and there's just things that should be learned before you give full commitment on the things you want.  Sometimes, without knowing the experiences of your commitments may kill you~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, the relationship that i had holding for the past 2 years and 10 month, has ended.  If you say whose fault is this, well both of us are at fault, but he seems to be blinded of my gift to foresee his REAL AND TRUE intentions.  Knowing it silently, made me perceive that the world is a challenging place to live.  And little does he know he just turned me into a dangerous weapon against him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that little and vicious intention he wants from he's " Time alone ".  Although there are positive and negative side but.  I can't risk the chances because.  He's like giving me hope but at the same time killing my feelings with his words.  I'M NOT STUPID.  And so, i don't know if this is dugaan, or cabaran, but whatever it is, i want to forget him and live my life as i wish.  And also, to have the strength to break through this situation.  All your sweet talks and lies will never be deceived by me anymore.  Because, something wrong somewhere, but don't know where.  that is your mistake.  Like wise man said, org akan menjadi buta dgn bnda yg ada di dpn mata drg.  Encode it, translate it, decode it and assign meaning to it.  You'll understand and realize that someday, you are gonna get your " balasan ".  Because, i have seen it coming, due to your continuous attitude, i can see that you are going to be paid for your sins.  you just wait and see.  What we want doesn't always have to be given just like that through what you prayed for.  Sometimes, what we prayed for will be given to us physically.  And that is when the table starts to turn.  In order to achieve what you prayed for, you must understand, and feel the things you did to others.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though it pains me for knowing your intention silently, but, this is what i have to go through to achieve what i prayed for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are reading this, and i don't doubt that you do.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You just have to face the consequences.  Because, anything could happen.  you said you want to correct the things you did in your life, well then, you'll see, feel and understand someday that want you want isn't exactly in the form that you expected. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deekay~  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-4394213646783255811?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/4394213646783255811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=4394213646783255811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/4394213646783255811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/4394213646783255811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-must-goes-on.html' title='LIFE MUST GOES ON'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-5860161794950090532</id><published>2009-10-10T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T03:05:42.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT COMES AROUND GOES AROUND</title><content type='html'>WHAT COMES AROUND GOES AROUND.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That my dear friend, would happen to you when you STEAL A CAR!. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes my beloved readers, in this moment, i have miraculously help someone to have back their stolen car.  That is a black viva, plate number CCF dot, dot dot.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It happens to be that particular someone does not know that i am spying on her every move.  She does not know that i was actually telling people some valuable info starting on the first day of bulan puasa this year.  That my dear friend is commitment in work, spying on someone for almost 2 month, giving relevant information and planning when and where to have her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first step was completed, having the car back from her, was the easiest, i knew she would come in late to class, so i ask those boys to just wait outside the campus.  If you see the car coming in, you just follow in.  And at last, they got the car back.  She was surprised that someone suddenly appeared infront of her and said that they want the stolen car back.  Well, that car was reported missing and it is actually a polis case already.  And so, this girl was talking crap, saying that it was her car and all.  BULLSHIT!! YOU CAN EAT ALL THE SHIT, LIES AND CRAP YOU WANT, but the truth is still the truth.  You can't deny the truth!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Itu la!! POYO LG G CLASS, GUNE KETA CURI!!! DAH LA TAKDE LESEN!! YOU ARE A LYING WHORE AND A BITCH. SO WHAT IF YOU DON'T CARE WHAT I SAY, BUT FOR YOUR INFO, PEOPLE ALREADY KNEW THAT YOUR A THEFT!! ENGKAU NIE SEORANG PENCURI!! ENGKAU NIE SEORANG YG X BERETIKA AND KO NIE GOLONGAN SAMPAH MASYRAKAT.  NAMA JE DAK UNIVERSITY TP KO TU SAMPAH MASYRAKAT.  YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE IN A UNIVERSITY, YOU SHOULD BE DISMISS!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Itu dia.. And so my fellow readers, plus she's a racist.  Eventhough she have deleted her post about it, but i have saved her page.  Its a proof kinda thing.  And so, there's more to do to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told you once and i told you twice.  DON'T MESS WITH ME BITCH!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU ARE SO GONNA GET IT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEY ARE STILL NOT SATISFIED ABOUT JUST GETTING THE CAR.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yours truly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deekay~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-5860161794950090532?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/5860161794950090532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=5860161794950090532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/5860161794950090532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/5860161794950090532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-comes-around-goes-around.html' title='WHAT COMES AROUND GOES AROUND'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-1394263461944120984</id><published>2009-10-03T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T01:30:36.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last enjoyment before final</title><content type='html'>On 1st oct 2009, Thursday, was the most exhilarating, Fun, madd-ness, tired and oh-so-omg day. Me and my biey was planning to go have one last club week before we head on to our finals.  So, was actually planning to helo Bali, even though its small, but it sure does know how to make their customer's enjoy.. xD..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, sewa kereta kancil for just 60 bucks a day, and i head on to shah alam to my friends house. Was quite rushing when we were getting ready because we were really late.  Was planning to go to helo Bali and eupho or barcelona, and get the guys free entry before 11.30 p.m.  We girls are easy, free entry on that night.  And so..Arrived in sunway around 11 p.m.  Parked our car beside helo bali's entrance.  I was the first to get out because i was quite curious why helo bali's lights were shut down. Alas, with such a dismay, they were close on that night, due to.. " Pipe tandas pecah " .  What an annoying alasan.  But who to blame, their toilet is in need of improvements because it is sooooooooooooooo smalll~  And so we looked at barcelona, it was already packed!! so change of destination to euphoria.  Was lucky to arrive in euphoria because the line was not that long... yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hampanya, my biey pula dtg lambat.  Was so furious.  If he could just arrive early, we could have gotten the table with seats in.  Lambat pula dia.  And so mula la the invisible angry aura that only both of us feel.  He was pissed of, i was too pissed of.  So both of us were pissed of at each other.  I was pissed of because he was like, can't make up his mind to go which club, bcz i told him that helo was closed, and he was pissed off because he was pissed of by his friends and i made him more pissed by getting mad at him.  So.. how la dat??  masing2 mau tegakkan betul masing2.  Adeidei~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, and so we continued the line getting in eupho.  The money and all was fine.. 3 bottles of chivas and 1 absolute vodka for 15 peopz and a whooping RM1240.  Kira ok la tu, but actually we could get 5 bottles for 15 peopz in helo or bar but hey.. fun or no fun? FUN..so masuk la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we got the tiada kerusi punya table.  Plus, i can't rest my feet, plus, was wearing god damn high heels maaaan!  Anyway, at least the bartender was awesome, and gave us free refill of coke and lime juice.  Why lime juice?? vodka + lime= vodka lime laaa.  My favorite!!  But i can't get my annual flaming Lamborghini because was soooooo packed in eupho, and the bartender x kasih due to the packed-ness in the club.  He takut nnt terbakar club tu kalau tertumpah.  Sdh la eupho is carpet-ness all the way.  Habis.. cost besaaar. quite dangerous to order any drinks that involves flames.  And also i can't get my annual 3 tequila shot... huhuhu.. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The music rawks, but the situation.. down! Did not dance much that night, because sikit2 kena bump on someones huge ass, sikit2 kena bump.  So in the end, i was always at the table layan minum jer la.  Some of my biey's friends were not drinkers so they all SGT LA CEPAT TING TONG.  Kena angkat keluar club bcz they all x nak kluar when my biey asked them to go out.  And so, seludup keluar the last bottle of chivas which was half, and the bottle of vodka which was almost finish but what the hell, we pay'ed good money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, that's about it.  Next time after final, going to three destination, first of helo bali,  the club in genting, and going to the club in penang.  Anyone care to join?? hehehehehe...   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much of you would say helo bali is boring am i right?? well, you're wrong!! because you all never tried there.  Try going thursday, friday and saturday.. you sure be amazed!!helo bali, the place i go every weekend. Girls free entry, guys cover charge plus kalau nak table have to open la.  Helo bali is very considerate, unlike barcel or eupho.  Coco banana is dangerous because they play with pills.     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-1394263461944120984?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/1394263461944120984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=1394263461944120984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/1394263461944120984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/1394263461944120984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-enjoyment-before-final.html' title='The last enjoyment before final'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-4910211451893700427</id><published>2009-09-16T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T08:42:20.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a little TOO excited</title><content type='html'>Well, most of all, tomorrow i'll be back in My precious Kota Kinabalu Sabah.  Flight is at 5P.M, arriving around 7.30 P.M.  Its been quite awile since i've gone home.  I've been so busy with assignments and work loads, studying and etc.. I've got no time thinking about anything else.  Everyweekend i'll drop by to nieja's cribs at sek 7 or at belles room in uitm Shah alam.  Because that's the only thing that could set my mind up straight from those work load.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, skrg betul2 rasa i'm a degree student.  Its true what they said.  Once you'd get into a degree program, you won't be able to relax until the term is over.  SAVE ME!!  the atmosphere here is totally different in UITM Merbok Kedah.  I can make the difference in a piece of paper stating every each and single thing about the differences between UITM Merbok Kedah and UITM Puncak Alam.  The only thing that is sooooooooo " Stand out from the crowd" is that, UITM Merbok Kedah, has sooooo many free time.. In UITM Puncak alam, they'll make sure your almost dead at the end of the term.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, with the endless assingments, Projects, Quizzes, test and etc... They do make their statement clear that Going for your degree is NOT EASY!!  People, take note.  I'm 50 percent dead right now, even this raya i would not call it a vacation because assignments, projects, works and etc.. followed me back home.. " STALKER!!! "..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope that when this term finished, i could relax and swap my ' Nerd mode ' to ' relax and enjoy' mode. =)...But before that, lotsa task to finish.  M...u....s....t...f..o....c..u...s... xD!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too excited going back to KK.  Miss everyone at home.  I think that raya this year is gonna be a blast.  Because the whole FAMILY is in KK.  But i won't get to feel those moment, well i do get to feel the moment but only a little bit.  Because i'll be busy with my work, and making kuih..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its all about TIME MANAGEMENT PEOPLE!!!..Gotta set my time when i'm back home in KK.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So till then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tune&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deekay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-4910211451893700427?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/4910211451893700427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=4910211451893700427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/4910211451893700427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/4910211451893700427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/09/being-little-too-excited.html' title='Being a little TOO excited'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-1019316855026285766</id><published>2009-09-10T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T10:18:31.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketenangan~</title><content type='html'>Name:  Dayangku Mazrianah Bte.  Pengiran Mahmuddin Tahir&lt;br /&gt;Age: 20 years old&lt;br /&gt;Birthday:  22 March 1989&lt;br /&gt;Location : Selangor, Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves: My biey, My good friends.. The D.A.R.N, Belle and tuya, Food, Money, Liquid, Fun, Movies,  Clubs, Music, Playing the piano, Studying and etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dislikes: Liars, Hypocrite, Immatures, Childish, peopz yg kegilaan wan to be famous, Double faces, And etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently: Baru abis mandi, Doing this thing, waiting for that someone to call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship: TAKEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies:  Bachelor in Office Management, UITM Puncak Alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends: Don't stick with just one, there's more to explore.  However, i don't like being friends with people who just wants to be as famous as you and who forgets others when he or she found a friend who is just as immature as her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy:  I do and enjoy, but when it comes to studying, i am very strict about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend: Lepaking in nieja's house or at belles.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday: Woke up at 7 a.m, sleeps at 12 or 1 midnight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Relax, missing someone, and TENANG&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/1678785067071092094-1019316855026285766?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/1019316855026285766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=1019316855026285766&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/1019316855026285766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/1019316855026285766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/09/ketenangan.html' title='Ketenangan~'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-6875426350050759532</id><published>2009-09-01T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T06:58:25.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People, people, people....</title><content type='html'>People are sometimes stupid in their own ways,&lt;div&gt;Sometimes they never do use their brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They think that they are so good and mature enough to know what's right for them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But sadly all people see and view them are those immature brats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They talk alot, but all people see and hear are all crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They think they know what is right for them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all they know is how to fullfill their wants and needs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neither of them know what is really important for them in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They like to talk about people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But little do they know that they are worst then them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They think that they are strong, with gangs and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But little did they know that their childish friends won't last forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They want to look like their the leader of the pack,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But none viewed that person as so due to the fact of their lack of mental capacity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's how idiot people are..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People who don't understand the meaning of live your life for a better future,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not live your life to fullfill your destiny..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deekay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-6875426350050759532?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/6875426350050759532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=6875426350050759532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/6875426350050759532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/6875426350050759532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/09/people-people-people.html' title='People, people, people....'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-2685464246412809389</id><published>2009-08-31T06:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T08:35:44.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Spvpo8R9JwI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fColuIix_s0/s1600-h/biey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Spvpo8R9JwI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fColuIix_s0/s320/biey2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376147469782296322" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Spvpnu9OxpI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/J5XMwR-_DRo/s1600-h/same+hair+colour.jpg" style="text-decoration: underline;text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Spvpo8R9JwI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fColuIix_s0/s1600-h/biey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Spvpnu9OxpI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/J5XMwR-_DRo/s1600-h/same+hair+colour.jpg" style="text-decoration: underline;text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;What happen when someone tries to steal your boyfriend, and you'll end up having big fights with him??  What happen when someone is mental crazy adoooooores him besides you?? What happens when you tried to leave him because he cheats on you for three times, and he still comes back to you because you are the one for him?? ( get it) This last statement might contradict others perception but, when he comes back to you, crying like a 5 year old boy who have lost his mommy in a shopping mall.. hugging your arm begging you to not leave him.. what are you gonna do?? and its the first time he's ever done that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;And so.. Yes we do have our ups and downs.  Our big moments and our deepest secret from each other.  But both of us shared our deepest secret to each other without feeling anxiety or awkward.  Its because we except each others mistakes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Love is what God gave us.  Even in love there are always walls that we need to break it in order to achieve what love really is.  " Walau dalam percintaan, halangan itu tetap ada dan kesabaran juga tetap diuji dalam pelbagai cara yang dikehendaki oleh Allah s.w.t.. " :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;So, its not only in life that we are being tested by God, But also in love.  Therefore we need extreme patience  and  prayers and ask god for help from his tests.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;The guy that i love, that i have put lots of patience and understanding towards him, has crushed my heart by cheating on me.  If it is once i'll forgive but three times is enough to make me wonder, Was the love real?  If its not real, would he come back to me just to pujuk me and begged me to not leave him even though it would cost his life?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Not to brag about myself but,  I am thankful that i have a huge IQ capacity, and could think accordingly.  But i do not mix up religion and logic.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;"Allah telah uji kesabaran aku dengan percintaan antara aku dan hafeez.  Kerana dia la yang tahu betapa sayang nya aku terhadap hafeez dan betapa sayangnya hafeez terhadap aku.  Hanya dia la yang maha mengetahui bahawa hanya hafeez la yang ku mahu hidup bersama.  Hanya dia la yang tahu jika kami layak mewujudkan masa depan bersama.  Dan hanya dia la yang tahu isi hati kami berdua."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Its been 2 years and 7 month were together.  And i learn alot about him.  There's always a reason why God made us fight.  And there's always a reason why relationships don't work out.  My relationship with hafeez has been going strong for 2 years and 7 month.  And despite the  things that happened, we're still going strong.  ' If he comes back to you after what he did was really baaaad, and he stops doing it because he loves you, he's yours for eternity.  But if he comes back to you without knowing that what he did was wrong, and he keeps on doing it, He is not yours for eternity.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Oe yea, before i forgot, i saw this one particular blog where i saw a picture of both of them.  At first i was furious, but i seem to be imune to it.  Because, he's with me now, and she's the one who keeps on getting her revenge.  So, i actually kesian kat dia.  How desperate she is to find guys to love her, to give her the attention she wants.  And how badly she wants a guy, boyfriend orang pun jadi jer tuk dia.  Jgn jak bapak org tu pun dia nak.. So typical P.E.L.A.C.U.R... I'm actually not mad at you babe, but kesian jer..Its because you got no life..Pity...... Janji ada butu cukup kan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Anyway..my love, my darling...my one and only biey... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Spvpo8R9JwI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fColuIix_s0/s320/biey2.jpg" /&gt;    &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SpvpoduqmAI/AAAAAAAAAbg/IcWt7Nm29OA/s320/me+and+biey2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SpvpnyVAZWI/AAAAAAAAAbY/rt5Y6M8kEbc/s320/biey.jpg" /&gt;                &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Spvpnu9OxpI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/J5XMwR-_DRo/s320/same+hair+colour.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;I LOVE YOU BIEY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;MY HAFEEZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;RIANAHAFEEZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Till then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Stay tune;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Deekay.. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-2685464246412809389?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/2685464246412809389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=2685464246412809389&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/2685464246412809389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/2685464246412809389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-you.html' title='I LOVE YOU'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Spvpo8R9JwI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fColuIix_s0/s72-c/biey2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-45143565416423079</id><published>2009-08-27T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T13:57:31.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sahur</title><content type='html'>First time buka sahur in a university.  Selama 3 tahun in uitm..i never sahur..malas punya pasal la..hihihihi..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-45143565416423079?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/45143565416423079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=45143565416423079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/45143565416423079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/45143565416423079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/08/sahur.html' title='Sahur'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-6564222895951651354</id><published>2009-08-26T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:14:59.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting for my economics</title><content type='html'>Its weird when you have to sit for the same subject again.  But this time, economics is not like my previous MTC099 eco.  No, this is much harder than that, because of the different sylabus final exam.  The content are all the same, but the questions are different.  How i wish this eco would be like before, lots of counting.  My eco this time has lots os grahping to do.  The things that we don't really learn in mtc099, itu la yg di tekankan.  All those oligopoly kinked shaped graph, those monopolistic, monopoply and monopolistic competition.  Adoi~ eco eco..you're the only subject tjat could make me go mad.  xD..anyway..goodluck for me during my finals.  Really really really need to score on all my papers.  ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-6564222895951651354?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/6564222895951651354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=6564222895951651354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/6564222895951651354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/6564222895951651354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/08/fighting-for-my-economics.html' title='Fighting for my economics'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-6174885201156345913</id><published>2009-08-24T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T07:44:30.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A very happy birthday to a very special someone..</title><content type='html'>Today was a tiring day for me.  Because yesterday was a massive hoohaa of funness and enjoy-ness.. Minus the awkward day i had for my buka puasa with my friends and biey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i arrived in UITM puncak alam yesterday night.  My biey send me after i went to my baby nephews birthday party.  Was really tired by then, and i did not study for my office automation quiz today, but i managed to cover everything up before the quiz.  And nasib la boleh jawab.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puasa today, and i went to buy some food at the rafflesia Cafe.  There were lots of people selling food and also some of them are UITM students, as in event managment course and also my course, the office managment course.. =).. But they were all seniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyaaaa.. I am strugling for my economic test this thursday.  I CAN DO IT!!! and on the 7th of september is my business quiz2.. Damn~.. This thursday i have to send my 100 marks assignment, the human communication.. Next, next week my mock meeting.. a week before my finals, my group project for human communicationa and my economic assignments, not to mention the never ending quizzes and tests!!!.. Ya Allah.. help me with this journey.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today is my biey's birthday, i miss him..lol..minus the angry feeling i had towards him when i caught him cheating on me.. He's an ass..Well HE IS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we went to see a movie, UP! it was so damn funneyh!! went to see the movie with nieja and AJ.  Reen could not make it, because, urg kol2 nda reply..ngong!! my biey belanja all of us to a movie, and something happened during the movie that only four of us know..hahahahhaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;mmm~ 1906 hot dogs! hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, went to seremban buka puasa there with my biey's friends.  After that, we went karaoke and he sent me to nieja's home.. was really sleepy that time.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And kesian my biey, dia pun kepenatan this bha. Hehehehe.. so kesian, after sending me home after the buka puasa in seremban, the next day he went to shah alam again and we go jalan2.  And that night, he send me to puncak alam and after that he went back to seremban.  He arrived in seremban around 1.30 in the morning.  So kesian my biey.. Next time bg chance la, i la yg pg drive p seremban.  Tggu i ada kereta luk..hihihihihi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, today i don't know why the hell i can't log on to facebook.  Maybe its under maintanence.. hurmm... maybe, cz i'm addicted to facebook!!!! hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biey, I MISS YOU!!! wahahahahahaha.. but at the same time i feel like i want to punch your face.. yea~..hihihi..anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tune ayte!!&lt;br /&gt;Deekay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-6174885201156345913?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/6174885201156345913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=6174885201156345913&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/6174885201156345913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/6174885201156345913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/08/very-happy-birthday-to-very-special.html' title='A very happy birthday to a very special someone..'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-2917429490411246328</id><published>2009-08-11T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T07:39:23.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The heart is kicking back to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am actually in tears..listening on this particular song.  It brings back so much memory... I'm the person who never admits i'm soft, has lost her fighting aura on this particular day.  This is the first time i became so lonely..Tears over flowed my face, making all my suffering in my heart comes out in tears and in tranquility.. I just can't afford to handle this burden once again in my heart..Too many obstacles that is in my way...and everytime i get through each and every obstacles, there will always be circumstances to undertake..my heart is actually full of sadness and no one knows..only me, myself..and my fragile heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many people who hurt me, and i just kept it in.  I never cried, never even let my heart touch on her soft side, but let ego take its toll on me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find ways to beat this sincerity that is coming from my fragile heart, but just to bear it with my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gift from god came, and light my way with love.  I love that person so much and i sacrifice everything by being faithful to him.  But all i get back from him is being cheated, three times.  I do forgive, but i can't forget. three times is enough to make me wonder was the love that god me real?? or is it just a figment of my imagination..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do anything but just let tears flow from my face.  Each and every person that i have ever loved gave me the same results to my fragile heart.. So i left them, and move on.  But my heart is taking its toll on me, by making me lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My used to be bestfriend Suria did things which made my trust against her fall apart like a tea cup glass broken into pieces.  Gaining my trust back is mending those broken tea cups shattered glass back into pieces, with those itsy bitsy part of it.  I loved her so much because she was my bestfriend, but it was shattered because she lied to me in the beginning antil the very end.  I forgive, but i never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruel things ended in my heart, leaving ego taking its toll on me.  Leaving my soft side gone.  But now my heart is taking its toll and i can't fight it anymore, because i am deeply wounded in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now i have friends, who cheer my heart up.  But not 24 hours. But still they could cheer my day up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being sad everyday is like knowing your parents died.  So i take this as a lesson, and hope to be imune to it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pray that i will have a better life in the future, a better love and friendship.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tune..&lt;br /&gt;Deekay...&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-2917429490411246328?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/2917429490411246328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=2917429490411246328&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/2917429490411246328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/2917429490411246328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/08/heart-is-kicking-back-to-me.html' title='The heart is kicking back to me'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-4237286459626890263</id><published>2009-07-29T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T06:07:34.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luckily i'm strong in the inside because i have a wicked heart when someone pissed me off.</title><content type='html'>For the past one month studying my degree in office management in UITM puncak alam is wonderful.  Friends are wonderful, enemy's and foe's are just a figment of my imagination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every weekend i notice that i always end up going to Shah alam with my fellow best buds ryn and nieja..and also not to mention AJ, beele, tuya and etc... :)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we had fun, a whole lotsa FUN.. dancin' on the bar babeh!!! to those who undertsands it, hihihihihi...wild memories... :)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, till one day, a very big problem ocurred.  What a fucking day it was.  All it took was one simple message from a anonymous girl who actully dated my biey a few month back behind my back.  Crazy??? i call it Bastards!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, setelah sekian kantoi dari yours truly... i think now he knows who's the boss.  I almost gave up on him...but syg tu masi melekat di hati, but i was pretty sure that it almostwent away when i was scolding him.  I was preety mad that time.  And so i managed to make him cry like my  5 years old nephew.  He was like hugging my arm, merayu so i did not leave him.  Told you i was no ordinary woman.  Normal girls would cry when that anonymous girl gave photos of them hugging and cuddling.  Nasib HATI KU KEBAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, reen, aj and nieja was there for me..I LOVE YOU BABES!!!!!!!! XD..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my biey has learnt his lesson..and might i add some really really really learnt his lesson well.. To guys out there, if you really love your woman so much, and not knowing that your woman is a half crazed witch with a wicked heart..YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that anonymous girl, if we accidently meet, i would loooooooooooove to tie your feet up back on my bonnet car witha rope, and heret you with a 160KM/H speed..all that's left of your body is...ooeee weelll..NONE!! huahuahauhuaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T MESS WITH ME BITCH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned,&lt;br /&gt;Deekay.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-4237286459626890263?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/4237286459626890263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=4237286459626890263&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/4237286459626890263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/4237286459626890263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/07/luckily-im-strong-in-inside-because-i.html' title='Luckily i&apos;m strong in the inside because i have a wicked heart when someone pissed me off.'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-5282744012573490987</id><published>2009-07-07T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:41:10.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the computer lab..</title><content type='html'>So people..at last i am doing my degree in Office management..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just went to my KP ( Ketua koordinator ) to ask about Those activity that were suppose to follow.  Mujurla bukan budak asasi lg kan, got uitm activity pun tdk payah pigi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my KP is a cool KP..I LOVE HER!! she rawcks!! hihi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE told us that, after finishing Your degree for 3 years, you are the sought after Course to work.  And she told us that you have no problem working.  And, she told us that, alot of OM students who graduated from uitm became a PTPD ( Pegawai Tadbir Perhubungan Diplomatic )..Jadi embassy!!!! Salary around 7000 to 10000 gaji. Hihihihi.. if not, could be a CEO..hihihihi..So best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehee..wish me luck..and all the best i do..I seriously wanna work hard..hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-5282744012573490987?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/5282744012573490987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=5282744012573490987&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/5282744012573490987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/5282744012573490987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-computer-lab.html' title='In the computer lab..'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-437687309323713362</id><published>2009-06-20T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T07:44:21.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going for my DEGREE</title><content type='html'>OK..I just heard from my brother that, at the age of 20 already taking up degree..so young..so yea..what the heck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people..i've changed courses from degree law to degree in office management atas permintaan my dad.  Because i told him i have no interest over law, and i suck in it. I studied hard for law just to pass it and when i reach degree level i changed to another course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you's people who don't know what office managment is, well..IT IS NOT KERJA SECRETARY OKAYH!!! i asked my dad what exactly IS office managment, well, it teaches you to be a manager in a office or in a company..Its like you handle everything from human resource managment to buisness and event management, yea sounds interesting right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To friends, sorry i could'nt join you guys in the same course, sbb apa gunanya if i have no interest over it right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, office managment is a highly wanted job's.  Because people with buisnessess seek for a office management to control their buisness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the deal, I've made up my mind, i'll finish up this course, after that i'll work for 2 or 3 years just to gain experience and after that i'll fly for my masters.  With experience + Masters, working overseas as a manager, and double the income of a director..what could possibly goes wrong am i right..and what more could i ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Degree 3 years plus practical a year or + half, i'll be 24, work 2-3 years, its already around 25 years old, masters ok la 4 years ( maybe )..i'll be 29..then work in an overseas company?? 29 then.. =)..Before going for my master..kena tunang dulu la!! hahahaha..i'll get married after 2 years of working..so i'll get married around 31 years old??? hahahahaha..tdk la kasi awal la..work after a year then get married after my masters..hehehe..so 30 den..wahahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angan2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i wish it were true..heeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;Insyallah!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned:&lt;br /&gt;Deekay..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-437687309323713362?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/437687309323713362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=437687309323713362&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/437687309323713362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/437687309323713362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/06/going-for-my-degree.html' title='Going for my DEGREE'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-3939239867975968995</id><published>2009-05-23T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T20:10:02.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The good deed going to keningau..</title><content type='html'>It was thursday, me, my mom, my dad and my brother woke up real early because we are going to keningau with my auntie.  My mom and my auntie was doing this sedekah thingy at one of the kampung, A Mualaf punya kampung, meaning, org baru masuk islam.  So, my mom and my auntie, which is naz punya mom, went shopping for gorceries at one of the super market in keningau (Actually, dimana jak drg ada, shopping tu dikasi bulih jak tuh) ..apa itu sdh nama kedai dia..Hap seng kaitu..ntah la. And it was rather cheap.  They bought some stuff and devide them into 50 pieces each piece that they bought, ex- beras-50, gula-50 and etc...And they bought some carpets, The Quran and also buku iqra for them.  And here's the picture from where we started to leave the house..:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/ShgERkOL56I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/jvrUJ8qoP0Y/s1600-h/DSC03176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/ShgERkOL56I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/jvrUJ8qoP0Y/s320/DSC03176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339022058075187106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/ShgERx__DQI/AAAAAAAAAYY/irfEg-HxWy8/s1600-h/DSC03178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/ShgERx__DQI/AAAAAAAAAYY/irfEg-HxWy8/s320/DSC03178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339022061773720834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/ShgESbCqOrI/AAAAAAAAAYo/PXfYRBozCcw/s1600-h/DSC03183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/ShgESbCqOrI/AAAAAAAAAYo/PXfYRBozCcw/s320/DSC03183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339022072790792882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Natrah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/ShgESF7oBrI/AAAAAAAAAYg/we-1r7j7Yws/s1600-h/DSC03180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/ShgESF7oBrI/AAAAAAAAAYg/we-1r7j7Yws/s320/DSC03180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339022067124143794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and naja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/ShgEShc9KRI/AAAAAAAAAYw/ll6P0Maj3ro/s1600-h/DSC03189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/ShgEShc9KRI/AAAAAAAAAYw/ll6P0Maj3ro/s320/DSC03189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339022074511698194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road to keningau..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/ShgGfazUgRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/7tgd7rnSOeE/s1600-h/DSC03192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/ShgGfazUgRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/7tgd7rnSOeE/s320/DSC03192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339024495088009490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car..Ninja King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/ShgGfng0wjI/AAAAAAAAAZA/QQsGQti_LqA/s1600-h/DSC03198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/ShgGfng0wjI/AAAAAAAAAZA/QQsGQti_LqA/s320/DSC03198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339024498500092466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background- My daddy..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/ShgGfzBsBeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/hGn651jyA_A/s1600-h/DSC03202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/ShgGfzBsBeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/hGn651jyA_A/s320/DSC03202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339024501590722018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumah my aunti di bingkor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/ShgGgMBfmBI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/aFslXZsKhdA/s1600-h/DSC03205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/ShgGgMBfmBI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/aFslXZsKhdA/s320/DSC03205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339024508300793874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ummmm..makan~ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/ShgGgTUnk5I/AAAAAAAAAZY/BpGXa6fi3tY/s1600-h/DSC03206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/ShgGgTUnk5I/AAAAAAAAAZY/BpGXa6fi3tY/s320/DSC03206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339024510260056978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahhh, this is the place to give out the sedekah =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Shi3L6-tigI/AAAAAAAAAZg/GDLrdIDz9BI/s1600-h/DSC03209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Shi3L6-tigI/AAAAAAAAAZg/GDLrdIDz9BI/s320/DSC03209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339218773686454786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The children's.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Shi3MGYmcFI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Pcn60OyHbTE/s1600-h/DSC03215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Shi3MGYmcFI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Pcn60OyHbTE/s320/DSC03215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339218776747831378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Imam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Shi3MXO3KGI/AAAAAAAAAZw/LmlB20iAnV0/s1600-h/DSC03238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Shi3MXO3KGI/AAAAAAAAAZw/LmlB20iAnV0/s320/DSC03238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339218781270386786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The orang kampung's..the kid with the blue baju, the one that is standing up was a real pain in the ass.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Shi3MwQAZAI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/FaiBq0BpDOw/s1600-h/DSC03262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Shi3MwQAZAI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/FaiBq0BpDOw/s320/DSC03262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339218787986072578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Giving out the sedekah.. (FOOD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Shi3M-YejtI/AAAAAAAAAaA/8nTHKBIM02U/s1600-h/DSC03212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Shi3M-YejtI/AAAAAAAAAaA/8nTHKBIM02U/s320/DSC03212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339218791779700434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A whole LOT of it.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Shi47og5M-I/AAAAAAAAAaI/9vhSAQzaN7w/s1600-h/DSC03229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Shi47og5M-I/AAAAAAAAAaI/9vhSAQzaN7w/s320/DSC03229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339220692874900450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's the only Quran's they have.  And we gave them around 28 pieces of quran, all brand new.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Shi472NPt0I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/B7rGB0_cHfo/s1600-h/DSC03228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Shi472NPt0I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/B7rGB0_cHfo/s320/DSC03228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339220696550586178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that's the only carpet they have for the surau..So we gave them 5 brand new carpets..besar tuh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Shi48RIp4oI/AAAAAAAAAaY/TtkGW0YCt08/s1600-h/DSC03235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Shi48RIp4oI/AAAAAAAAAaY/TtkGW0YCt08/s320/DSC03235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339220703779086978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pemberi sedekah.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Shi48ig86DI/AAAAAAAAAag/cHmrIPf9-aI/s1600-h/DSC03264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Shi48ig86DI/AAAAAAAAAag/cHmrIPf9-aI/s320/DSC03264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339220708444399666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And me..tukang ambik gmbr.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And so, they were really happy to get all those stuff from us..And pahala kami pun bertambah..hehehehe..looking forwards for the next one.. =)..oe yea, can on the way maw masuk the kampung, it was dusty and all, so the car became a lil dusty, and got this one child bha, he wrote on the car, love skkull..(Love school) actually..hehehe..forgot to take the picture, but seriously it was so funneyh!! hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anayway, stay tune ayte;&lt;br /&gt;Deekay&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-3939239867975968995?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/3939239867975968995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=3939239867975968995&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/3939239867975968995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/3939239867975968995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-deed-going-to-keningau.html' title='The good deed going to keningau..'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/ShgERkOL56I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/jvrUJ8qoP0Y/s72-c/DSC03176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-7891939118366594232</id><published>2009-05-21T06:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T06:43:03.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALHAMDULILLAH</title><content type='html'>Seperti mana yg dijangka kan..cheewaaaaaaaah!!&lt;br /&gt;I pass MY FINAL'S!!! ( yg di repeat tuh)..&lt;br /&gt;uweeeeek....so happy!!! going to S.A..continue on my degree..&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehe!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-7891939118366594232?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/7891939118366594232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=7891939118366594232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/7891939118366594232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/7891939118366594232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/05/alhamdulillah.html' title='ALHAMDULILLAH'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-1631121525076522225</id><published>2009-05-09T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T08:26:25.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At last i got rid of her..</title><content type='html'>Good riddance!!!! I think it has been around..ermm...1 month i think since i befriended her..And it was so intimidating for me to keep quite for that short period of time.  So i just wanna shout out.. GOOD RIDDANCE!!! AND I WAS LUCKY I GOT RID OF YOU!!! HELL YEA!!! GOD!! NOW I FEEL ALIVE!!! I CAN STUDY MOOOOOORE PROPERLY..NO MORE LOUD MUSIC SAMPAI DPT DGR DR TANGGA..HELL YEA!!! NO MORE PEOPLE BOASTING AROUND INFRONT OF ME!! WOOHOO!!! ALRIGHT~ YEAAHAAAAAAAAAWW!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-1631121525076522225?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/1631121525076522225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=1631121525076522225&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/1631121525076522225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/1631121525076522225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/05/at-last-i-got-rid-of-her.html' title='At last i got rid of her..'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-4067152487078257290</id><published>2009-05-07T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T08:08:04.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The bliss trip to MaMutik island~...ahhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deekay present's you, The trip to mamutik island!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wooooooooooooooooooooooooot!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLwOhK2UKI/AAAAAAAAAXA/_t3XeG99CZQ/s1600-h/DSC_0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLwOhK2UKI/AAAAAAAAAXA/_t3XeG99CZQ/s320/DSC_0865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333089040972796066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hye there, its been quite awhile since i wrote anything..Hehehehe.  To be real, i'm in my home sweet home in KK sabah, Land below the wind.. :).  The only place where calmness is everywhere!!  Anyway, what did i do when i'm in KK was simply marvelous!! I went places!! I enjoyed my time here simply because i will not find these type of calmness anywhere in KL!! Every where you go there's hectic!! When you go to an island in smnjg, No peace available!! you'll still hear people screaming their lungs out because of their kegeddikkan..yea that's the word.  That is not calm people, that is having fun! People go to an island to seek solidarity and peace of mind until you here people scream and their laugh-ness mcm pontianak on the loose!! God!! If you want peace of mind, solidarity and even calm-ness at heart, Come to Sabah's beautiful island..Pulau Manukan, Pulau Mamutik, Pulau Sepadan, Pulau Tiga, Pulau Sapi ( Its just a name, and Pulau sapi is not full of sapi ), hahaha!! And etc...Where beautiful Island roams the earth of sabah..( Lebih chantek dari maldives island )..EHEM,EHEM!!  *wink**wink*..hehehe..So here's the pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLfg4wLrhI/AAAAAAAAAUw/qgqNX8sB2Lc/s1600-h/DSC_0610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLfg4wLrhI/AAAAAAAAAUw/qgqNX8sB2Lc/s320/DSC_0610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333070664843374098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain and me, going to Mamutik Babeh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLfg25-bMI/AAAAAAAAAU4/TOdwInQSm-g/s1600-h/DSC_0611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLfg25-bMI/AAAAAAAAAU4/TOdwInQSm-g/s320/DSC_0611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333070664347577538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jassmine and naja!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLfhR7chrI/AAAAAAAAAVA/VdEj8o_HnuI/s1600-h/DSC_0613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLfhR7chrI/AAAAAAAAAVA/VdEj8o_HnuI/s320/DSC_0613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333070671601501874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Naz and ain!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLfh6U1_9I/AAAAAAAAAVI/r-9FN5Oe7Ak/s1600-h/DSC_0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLfh6U1_9I/AAAAAAAAAVI/r-9FN5Oe7Ak/s320/DSC_0618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333070682445447122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sampay ody Mamutik..heeee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLfiaPl2WI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/3huee2MFlko/s1600-h/DSC_0620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLfiaPl2WI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/3huee2MFlko/s320/DSC_0620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333070691013351778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's our view of Mamutik, but if you were really there, it is really awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLhb2Tyz7I/AAAAAAAAAVY/cd-6E8OP0lc/s1600-h/DSC_0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLhb2Tyz7I/AAAAAAAAAVY/cd-6E8OP0lc/s320/DSC_0625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333072777311342514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting ready to go snorkelling.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLhcJzwg9I/AAAAAAAAAVg/7fyBUGN57_I/s1600-h/DSC_0633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLhcJzwg9I/AAAAAAAAAVg/7fyBUGN57_I/s320/DSC_0633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333072782545683410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wearing those silly goggles, that made me look like a lalat..haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLhcdLmHbI/AAAAAAAAAVo/3LkNWmq4QF8/s1600-h/DSC_0639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLhcdLmHbI/AAAAAAAAAVo/3LkNWmq4QF8/s320/DSC_0639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333072787745938866" border="0" /&gt;Itu dia!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLhcmMEOTI/AAAAAAAAAVw/87UnDc0cpOg/s1600-h/DSC_0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLhcmMEOTI/AAAAAAAAAVw/87UnDc0cpOg/s320/DSC_0651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333072790163831090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Naz!!! She looks like one of those pembunuh serangga punya urang..hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLhc65SiYI/AAAAAAAAAV4/tFHWne4lPIo/s1600-h/DSC_0646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLhc65SiYI/AAAAAAAAAV4/tFHWne4lPIo/s320/DSC_0646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333072795722221954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jassmine!!! my cousin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLt8HLJJoI/AAAAAAAAAWA/hG_gNduo2-g/s1600-h/DSC_0690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLt8HLJJoI/AAAAAAAAAWA/hG_gNduo2-g/s320/DSC_0690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333086525733807746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Itu dia!! cousin tulen!! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLt8VHOiRI/AAAAAAAAAWI/iyAIwXpjDVs/s1600-h/DSC_0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLt8VHOiRI/AAAAAAAAAWI/iyAIwXpjDVs/s320/DSC_0694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333086529475479826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wooooooooooot!!! Chubby itu Sexy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLt8arcoEI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/oR4JQJrhSZ0/s1600-h/DSC_0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLt8arcoEI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/oR4JQJrhSZ0/s320/DSC_0741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333086530969575490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Naz- Huh?? me-Hurm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLt85iP2CI/AAAAAAAAAWY/9vpWEZS_X34/s1600-h/DSC_0663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLt85iP2CI/AAAAAAAAAWY/9vpWEZS_X34/s320/DSC_0663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333086539252488226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snorkelling is FUN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLt9Oi4j7I/AAAAAAAAAWg/s8JwLmE7mY0/s1600-h/DSC_0791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLt9Oi4j7I/AAAAAAAAAWg/s8JwLmE7mY0/s320/DSC_0791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333086544892301234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hitting the showers!! ahhhhh bliss, kena plain water rather then air laut..yuck~ Masin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLwNnC2lrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/SkMniRMi5tE/s1600-h/DSC_0797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLwNnC2lrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/SkMniRMi5tE/s320/DSC_0797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333089025370003122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the kununnya abis sdh main snoekelling, we ate..Padahal, masuk balik diz..haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLwN-OKj1I/AAAAAAAAAWw/hTxuC0xJC28/s1600-h/DSC_0803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLwN-OKj1I/AAAAAAAAAWw/hTxuC0xJC28/s320/DSC_0803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333089031591464786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Naz and jassmine!! Two of my cousins!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLwOQYJxWI/AAAAAAAAAW4/QFZth_E0gpE/s1600-h/DSC_0809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLwOQYJxWI/AAAAAAAAAW4/QFZth_E0gpE/s320/DSC_0809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333089036465194338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Usually we use the term Cameraman..but this time its camerawoman!! hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLwO3naW-I/AAAAAAAAAXI/sf-Hir5nVxg/s1600-h/DSC_0879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLwO3naW-I/AAAAAAAAAXI/sf-Hir5nVxg/s320/DSC_0879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333089046998178786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After everything is over, serious punya over..hehehe..picture of group!! its a must!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLyic4IuzI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/bcNluoxg1Us/s1600-h/DSC_0885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLyic4IuzI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/bcNluoxg1Us/s320/DSC_0885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333091582441208626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahaha, the cousins!! naz said i look like my dad..yaka?? hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLyimu1xuI/AAAAAAAAAXY/jkWGLQLEJGg/s1600-h/DSC_0897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLyimu1xuI/AAAAAAAAAXY/jkWGLQLEJGg/s320/DSC_0897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333091585086572258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ish my bro naja sibuk maw ikut..harharhar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLyi10o2mI/AAAAAAAAAXg/NESIpNLRyQg/s1600-h/DSC_0908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLyi10o2mI/AAAAAAAAAXg/NESIpNLRyQg/s320/DSC_0908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333091589137422946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Could you imagine those fish were swirlling around me when i went snorkelling!! It was so preety, colourfull and amusing..it just takes my breath away when they were so near me, smpy this pink fish gave me love bite on my kaki..sial betul..hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLyjCHPSyI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1of445rcLpw/s1600-h/DSC_0918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLyjCHPSyI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1of445rcLpw/s320/DSC_0918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333091592436665122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And its time to go back, bro and sis.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLyjTnuE-I/AAAAAAAAAXw/n67wzGQH3Qw/s1600-h/DSC_0921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLyjTnuE-I/AAAAAAAAAXw/n67wzGQH3Qw/s320/DSC_0921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333091597136303074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Naz and ain, close  friends since primary school .. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLz4UrYPSI/AAAAAAAAAX4/FIx6-DhvuIk/s1600-h/DSC_0929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLz4UrYPSI/AAAAAAAAAX4/FIx6-DhvuIk/s320/DSC_0929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333093057708965154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again us..sorry jass lupa taru your picture.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLz48fwo5I/AAAAAAAAAYA/uqUVzZp8CxE/s1600-h/DSC_0934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLz48fwo5I/AAAAAAAAAYA/uqUVzZp8CxE/s320/DSC_0934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333093068397650834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Were almost to KK..hehehe..to tanjung aru really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-4067152487078257290?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/4067152487078257290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=4067152487078257290&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/4067152487078257290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/4067152487078257290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/05/bliss-trip-to-mamutik-islandahhhhh.html' title='The bliss trip to MaMutik island~...ahhhhh'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SgLwOhK2UKI/AAAAAAAAAXA/_t3XeG99CZQ/s72-c/DSC_0865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-498400293332795942</id><published>2009-05-02T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:34:08.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures during abg oji's wedding!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sfx0tnZI2nI/AAAAAAAAAUo/euZgRr8I80M/s1600-h/DSC_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sfx0tnZI2nI/AAAAAAAAAUo/euZgRr8I80M/s320/DSC_0176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331264385917180530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    It was preety!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sfx0tfuGjnI/AAAAAAAAAUg/saMTf-VFEZA/s1600-h/DSC_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sfx0tfuGjnI/AAAAAAAAAUg/saMTf-VFEZA/s320/DSC_0167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331264383857626738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sfx0tIND3pI/AAAAAAAAAUY/emcOVgfl78U/s1600-h/DSC_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sfx0tIND3pI/AAAAAAAAAUY/emcOVgfl78U/s320/DSC_0116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331264377545023122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   And the senyum kambing behind my brother is my dad..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sfx0sw8WAYI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/tpp0XNoLD_A/s1600-h/DSC_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sfx0sw8WAYI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/tpp0XNoLD_A/s320/DSC_0091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331264371300893058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  My brother.  Abg Oji, The stonebay vocalist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sfx0suhyk-I/AAAAAAAAAUI/wy17qvoQ7Cw/s1600-h/DSC_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sfx0suhyk-I/AAAAAAAAAUI/wy17qvoQ7Cw/s320/DSC_0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331264370652648418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  My AUNTIE'S!! My mom in the middle with the tudung hijau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SfxyApCQfYI/AAAAAAAAAUA/sQtucS1_ee8/s1600-h/DSC_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SfxyApCQfYI/AAAAAAAAAUA/sQtucS1_ee8/s320/DSC_0076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331261414240714114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                   Cousin TULEN hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SfxyAZy4uKI/AAAAAAAAAT4/4h_5BxVwqss/s1600-h/DSC_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SfxyAZy4uKI/AAAAAAAAAT4/4h_5BxVwqss/s320/DSC_0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331261410149709986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                      Besala sumandak;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                           Forever 21 punya glasses&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                    The three of us are wearing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SfxyAH1XyGI/AAAAAAAAATw/dS8HFnhEMuc/s1600-h/DSC_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SfxyAH1XyGI/AAAAAAAAATw/dS8HFnhEMuc/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331261405328296034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                            Nazie!!!!!!! cousin ku yg dearest!!  :D&lt;br /&gt;                                                      Uncle bought that painting In Japan..&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     think so. hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sfxx_46ugOI/AAAAAAAAATo/3iZtAQeAonQ/s1600-h/DSC_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sfxx_46ugOI/AAAAAAAAATo/3iZtAQeAonQ/s320/DSC_0053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331261401324224738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                            Idung vogok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sfxx_txZBMI/AAAAAAAAATg/dU04qd-i0lc/s1600-h/DSC_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sfxx_txZBMI/AAAAAAAAATg/dU04qd-i0lc/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331261398332277954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                         My sista!! i look so&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      gumuk..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SfxvhtizFQI/AAAAAAAAATY/C5lzYv0IyLA/s1600-h/DSC_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SfxvhtizFQI/AAAAAAAAATY/C5lzYv0IyLA/s320/DSC_0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331258683851740418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               Jasmine, Naz and me in aunty mun's house.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                           Having breakfast there.  The cheese cake so nice!!&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SfxvhVCQndI/AAAAAAAAATQ/YvYR8vVl8MI/s1600-h/DSC_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SfxvhVCQndI/AAAAAAAAATQ/YvYR8vVl8MI/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331258677272813010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                           Naja, Jass and me..camwhoring..still in aunty&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                             Mun's house.&lt;br /&gt;                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SfxvhDXIglI/AAAAAAAAATI/U7WVz4bg32E/s1600-h/DSC_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SfxvhDXIglI/AAAAAAAAATI/U7WVz4bg32E/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331258672528523858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                               Pose!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sfxvg_r4DgI/AAAAAAAAATA/-0XbBWNgS8w/s1600-h/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sfxvg_r4DgI/AAAAAAAAATA/-0XbBWNgS8w/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331258671541784066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                  Jass, Naja and me   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SfxvgnMTHnI/AAAAAAAAAS4/xboaXo-ljDs/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SfxvgnMTHnI/AAAAAAAAAS4/xboaXo-ljDs/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331258664966889074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                 Me and Jass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stay tune;&lt;br /&gt;Deekay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-498400293332795942?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/498400293332795942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=498400293332795942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/498400293332795942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/498400293332795942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/05/pictures-during-abg-ojis-wedding.html' title='Pictures during abg oji&apos;s wedding!!!'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sfx0tnZI2nI/AAAAAAAAAUo/euZgRr8I80M/s72-c/DSC_0176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-4133121282429887136</id><published>2009-04-30T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T05:48:55.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OWH FUCKING SHIT!!</title><content type='html'>To those peopz who did not went to the Zara, Pull and bear open sale in cineleisure damansara warehouse.... MEMANG MENYESAL LA YOU ALL!!!!!! I bought a pair of pants of zara and 5 shirts of zara for just RM 120 ringgit From the original price of RM 1000 for 6 pairs of Zara boutique !!! The vest i bought from zara was actually RM 249 RINGGIT and i bought for just A GOD DAMN 19 BUCKS!! and they are all awesome!!! It is of course until the 3rd of may.. But still...the first STOCK are always the GOOD ONES!!!! Will update pictures of the clothes i bought there soon...hehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S..there are no such thing as piled up stocks are not the IN fashion...You guys are sooooo wrong!!&lt;br /&gt;         The guy who worked there told me that, they just wanna sell of all the stocks because a new pile of stocks are cumin, and they don't have anywhere to put it.. :P...ITS WORTH IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till then;&lt;br /&gt;Deekay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-4133121282429887136?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/4133121282429887136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=4133121282429887136&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/4133121282429887136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/4133121282429887136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/04/owh-fucking-shit.html' title='OWH FUCKING SHIT!!'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-5167163218224403089</id><published>2009-04-28T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T08:50:24.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NINTENDO DS LITE AND A NINTENDO WII IS MY NEW TOY..</title><content type='html'>Hehehehe...I am so freakin' happy.  You wanna know why????? Because i got the Nintendo DS lite and the Nintendo wii game!!!! Just bought it a week ago..harharharhar!!! been wanting those two!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  hehehe....Bought it in OU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SfcjU8WHMWI/AAAAAAAAASg/t2Q7oShRcF4/s1600-h/DSC00506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SfcjU8WHMWI/AAAAAAAAASg/t2Q7oShRcF4/s320/DSC00506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329767526719500642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup, that is it.  What makes NDS so special is that, its a touch screen, and it has a microfone in the middle of the 2 sided screen.  Its all about sensors.  If the game ask you to scream, you scream at the mike, if the game ask you to vibrate, you shake your NDS.  And if the game ask you to move your NDS to the left, you turn it left.  And that is why it is so B.E.S.T!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SfcjVQ4YuqI/AAAAAAAAASw/L2f2C3ALY1Q/s1600-h/DSC00507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SfcjVQ4YuqI/AAAAAAAAASw/L2f2C3ALY1Q/s320/DSC00507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329767532231965346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              Told ya its a double sided screen.  The bottom&lt;br /&gt;                                               wan is the touch screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SfcjVAyjT9I/AAAAAAAAASo/ltVQq7_cRUE/s1600-h/DSC00509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SfcjVAyjT9I/AAAAAAAAASo/ltVQq7_cRUE/s320/DSC00509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329767527912525778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            &lt;br /&gt;                                                         ITS MINE!!! in Metalic rose colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry there;s no pictures of the wii cz tia sempat ambik gmbr.  My brother naja had brought it to KK ody.  Haih...SAKIT BELAKANG DUE TO PLAYING TENNIS AND BOXING IN THE WII.  Seriously peopz, its a must have! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stay tuned;&lt;br /&gt;Deekay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-5167163218224403089?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/5167163218224403089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=5167163218224403089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/5167163218224403089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/5167163218224403089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/04/nintendo-ds-lite-and-nintendo-wii-is-my.html' title='NINTENDO DS LITE AND A NINTENDO WII IS MY NEW TOY..'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SfcjU8WHMWI/AAAAAAAAASg/t2Q7oShRcF4/s72-c/DSC00506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-1419228400082588289</id><published>2009-04-25T07:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T07:59:43.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finishing my course for the second time..</title><content type='html'>Hahahaha, its kinda weird, to finish yet another sem in UITM Merbok Kedah.  Hihihi, finished paper on the 24th of April, Left UITM Merbok, Sungai Petani Kedah, at 7.30 P.m on the 24th of April.  Yep, finished on that day and left on that same day too.  Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was missing alot to my friends.  I just remebered all those memories we had, and how Tenshion it was when we were struggling our final's, nothing but studying, studying and more studying.  Was on N.E.R.D. mode that time, hahaha.  And most shockingly it was fun to be on N.E.R.D. mode. Hhehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Just now just came back from OU, S.H.O.P.P.I.N.G!! Hehhehe..Went to everywhere!!!  And Attention!!! Zara and pull and bear are having a stock clearence sale on the 30th of april till 3rd of May!!!! In cinnerleisure damansara..wahahahahaha!!!  So people...beware and be early to get the best for the earliest.  Don't save the best for last because it might be gone.  Hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning woke up at 7 a.m i think because we need to get a move around 8.30 to my auntie's house for breakfast, and leave there around 10.00 a.m to klang for my brother's akad nikah.  Abg Faiz!!! i won the bet!! hahaha!!! 20, 20 , 20..hihihi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, was really i tiring day for me, my brother and two of my " pure " Cuzzies, Naz and Jasmine.. Hehehehe..But i still love all of my cousin's anyhow!! hehehe :D..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaaa...can't wait to sleep..Oe and goodluck for your muet Dira!!! hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So stay tuned,&lt;br /&gt;Your's truly;&lt;br /&gt;Deekay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-1419228400082588289?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/1419228400082588289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=1419228400082588289&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/1419228400082588289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/1419228400082588289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/04/finishing-my-course-for-second-time.html' title='Finishing my course for the second time..'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-2298967009065678903</id><published>2009-04-22T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T05:28:06.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the use..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's the use of having friends if all they can do is " Bg sakit hati you ",&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of having friends if their EGO is as big as their heart,&lt;br /&gt;What's the benefit of having friends who talks behind your back,&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of having friends if all they can think of their feelings,&lt;br /&gt;What's the use of having friends that hurt your feelings suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of having friends can't even say sorry when THEY ARE THE ONES WHO STARTED IT!&lt;br /&gt;What's the fucking point of having those kinds of friends??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, leads up for me to explore more on these various types of "beings" they call friends,&lt;br /&gt;Don't just stick with the same friends,&lt;br /&gt;Because you will never get to indulge your self to many things in life that friends do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be your self, and don't let anyone put you down,&lt;br /&gt;Because little do they know that they also did the same mistake that they never knew,&lt;br /&gt;And little did they knew when you hurt someones feelings, it will get back at you,&lt;br /&gt;Its just a " MATTER OF TIME ",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends who has a big EGO will find it hard to say sorry to people,&lt;br /&gt;These types of friends are the ones who " yg tia pandai sedar diri ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, There are lots of friends to explore and i will not let my self down.&lt;br /&gt;Of course the feeling of being hurt is inevitable,&lt;br /&gt;But hey that's life,&lt;br /&gt;As long as there's someone to support you all the way,&lt;br /&gt;Then that's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly;&lt;br /&gt;Deekay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-2298967009065678903?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/2298967009065678903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=2298967009065678903&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/2298967009065678903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/2298967009065678903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-use.html' title='What&apos;s the use..'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-4135139490040588236</id><published>2009-04-15T07:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:33:27.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.A.G.G.I.N.G</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); line-height: 18px;font-family:Trebuchet;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. Kalau anda jadi orang terkaya di dunia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be the first woman that will Memajukan, stop all those muslim&lt;br /&gt;terrorist and build a world that is free from war and fightings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. Kalau anda jadi orang terseksi di dunia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gonna be the most top-top-TOPEST SUPER DUPER MODEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. Kalau anda perlu terjun tingkat ke-100 untuk membuktikan cinta anda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why would anyone terjun from that height??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4. Kalau orang kata blog anda teruk nak mampus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BTW stands like FYI ( for your information) is By the way,&lt;br /&gt;look at your blog on how un-distinguish it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5. Kalau keluarga anda yang menentukan teman hidup anda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kira perkahwinan yang ditetapkan keluarga lah?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be very demanding, Rich, Educated, Superior job, good looking,&lt;br /&gt;know's how to take good care of me, And most of all&lt;br /&gt;LOYALTY AND FAITHFULNESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;6. Kalau tiada lagi hari esok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cukup ka bekalan i nie huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;7. Kalau orang yang anda benci berada di depan anda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will not acknowledge that person's existence as if he or she is just a figment of my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;8. Kalau anda berpeluang masuk Fear Factor dan makan benda2 pelik?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MUST be 100 PERCENT HALAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;9. Kalau ibubapa anda tiada pada pagi esoknya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Move on with my life..because god has taken them to a better place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;10. Kalau anda berjumpa dengan orang artis/selebriti yang paling anda minati?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAVE SEX!!! HAHAHAHA!! Men of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;11. Kalau diberi lesen untuk membunuh, siapa yang akan anda bunuh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUSH and THE PEOPLE OF ISRAEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;12. Kalau orang kata anda kacak/cantik?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look at them like pelik, and say er...thx??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;13. Kalau anda ada penyakit AIDS pada usia yang muda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Live my life normally and work damn hard&lt;br /&gt;to achieve my goals..and also banyak kan beriman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;14. Kalau anda berpeluang menikmati makan malam yang romantik?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oe yea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;15. Kalau anda terpaksa mengorbankan cinta anda untuk orang lain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why should i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;16. Kalau anda memenangi anugerah? Dan anugerah apa yang anda inginkan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;OSCAR AWARD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;17. Kalau anda berpeluang mengahwini bangsa asing? Bangsa asing mana yang anda inginkan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;British..they are super CUTE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;18. Kalau anda terpaksa berpisah dengan orang tersayang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For what purpose??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;19. Kalau ramai yang tidak puas hati dengan anda kerana mereka cemburu dengan anda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Go fuck yourself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;20. Mengenai orang yang tag kamu ni?&lt;br /&gt;Well, i've known her since part 1,&lt;br /&gt;She was my X BF roomate.&lt;br /&gt;And we're kinda close this sem,&lt;br /&gt;Because both of us are repeators..haha..&lt;br /&gt;She's into anime too..MY GAWD!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Tags: 7&lt;br /&gt;Belle&lt;br /&gt;Naz&lt;br /&gt;Rizal&lt;br /&gt;Yen2&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Y&lt;br /&gt;Epa&lt;br /&gt;Weena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/1678785067071092094-4135139490040588236?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/4135139490040588236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=4135139490040588236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/4135139490040588236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/4135139490040588236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/04/tagging.html' title='T.A.G.G.I.N.G'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-6113882410905424940</id><published>2009-04-10T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T07:50:28.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A story that is compelling to everyone..</title><content type='html'>Okayh~ a little impersonations of how i met friends in UITM kedah..&lt;br /&gt;So it is gonna be quite interesting, and things that you never did expect me to say..&lt;br /&gt;But wut the hell here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMS..no its not multimedia message..its MINGGU MESRA SISWA..And yes, i bet all of you kedarian's know what the hell it is.  The whole 1 week of, baju kurung's, waking up at 4 in the morning, waiting at the basketball court in front of ' Masria' dining..The HOTNESS of the day without rain, The boredness of the lecture and the First smell of " Bau Getah "..not to mention the gangguan tido oleh Facy..is that how you spell it?? hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow.. I was a complete stranger in kedah.  With the chinese face and the un-tudung-ness haha..I do not know people there, i was completely clueless, without friends and with no help at vail..I was like GOD!! wanted to cry, but this is what god wants me to endure then i shall endure it for GOD.  Cheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the first people i know was faiznur.  She was in the same room with me in MMS and during part 1.  At that time she got Diana Ramlan a friend of her's in high school.  So..i was let to believe that i was alone again..haih!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was in MMS, where they asked us to go pray in surau masria.  Drg pun tanye siape x leh smbhyg?? ok..agak ramai la yg angkat tgn..hehehe..so..when i was turning my back to the door, i saw this girl with a mix feature of "mat salleh".  She smiled at me, so i smile back.  She was this short tiny girl named Honey..nick name that is.  So, we set at the same table in Dining Masria, and so we talk.  Masing2 pown tak nak kalah dgn english masing2, i s'benarnye menyampah actually nak ckp english the whole time, but what to do, kalau i ckp BM i was not yet that lancar in speaking s'mnjg, kalo ckp sabah plak ntah2 drg bwat muker blur x phm.  So continue on with english.  Begitu la juga dgn student yg laen.  Oe, so the first friend i made was with a girl named weena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on, after the MMS there were four of us as a gang, Me, weena, Hany and lilo ( right now known as shiloh ).  But it did not last long because the two of them were in a different set of course, me and weena were the same course.  So the four of us took our own road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i became bestfriends with weena, whom now remain just plain friends.  Because of some circumstances that her stupid ex BF made.  My biey hated him, i hated him hany's ex BF hated him also and hany hated him too.  This is what they told me during part one, tak tau la skang camner.  Really had alot of fun with her.  People say that i know nothing about her because of the short period with her.  But who are they to judge?? So here's the list what i know about her..and surprisingly she is still the same..teehee.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a wonderful friend.  She never lied about herself to me, She's always sincere in things and she always does it her way.  She knows how to appreciate things.  When she's given a choice to pick in things, she will always choose the expensive ones, ex..handphones..haha..sorry babe.  She loves to spend money on things and FOOD!! hahaha!! She's nice but she tends to be all taking advantage when she's in short of money and etc...She is VERY obssessive.  Bukan ckit taw weena. haha..she likes to menyuruh org to do stuff for her.  She's crazy and agak blue la.hahaha!!  She likes to bergayut and sms ( Who doesn't?? ).  She loves movies.  She loves going out.  She's a drama queen.  If she wants to get out of trouble, she will SHED her tears. She manja.  Weena pilih kwn..hehehe.  She will not listen to stupid people who say things about her.  She looks deep in the future.  She feels sad when she's lonely. She don't like people who show off.  She don't like people yang bising and mengedik, but she's like that also.  She loves to scream. Hahaha..Her mom packs her clothes for her..hehehe..She never broke her promises to her Friends.  She's a bit of a pemalas.  She would look down on the path way when she feels down.  For her Friends and lovers are everything.  Her family are her utmost top pririorities expecially her brother.  And she loves her Grandmother (sblh bapa dier ).  She's a bit childish.  She's annoying, She loves to eat.  She loves to bite on her hair.   She's  a soft hearted girl.  She tend to talk about someone when she sees that your style goes ballistic..hahaha.  And she knows how to act nice infront of someone she hates.  If you talk to her she tend to roll up her eyes because that is the way she is.  And she sometimes has a problem with money to people when she's in short in cash.. She is kinda materiallistic.  She sees something nice, she tends to touch it and feel the texture of the thing..weird~..And sooooo..that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SORRY BABE NO PICTURES OF YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so that is who azweena iqmar is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on,  Had problems with her which her EX BOYFRIEND created.  But all this while she thought that i have grown hatred towards her.  A little bit, but Not at all.  Although i find it menyesal to have left her because she really understands me.  But she had moved on and so did i.  Though have been thinking about it quite some time to be her BFF again, but things changed and so i moved on, finding more experiences to gain in friendship.  I wonder if there is still hope?? naaaaaaaaaaah..both of us moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in part 2, LOTSA DRAMA!! I DISLIKE DRAMA!! Alot of pergaduhan antara kwn baek. Adoi.  Part two senang ckp, Pening!!! So here goes Bestfriend number two in UITM kedah.  Sarah yasmin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sd9awhGeL6I/AAAAAAAAASA/v19faPnJVZM/s1600-h/190120085320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sd9awhGeL6I/AAAAAAAAASA/v19faPnJVZM/s320/190120085320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323073074140950434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's completely different from weena but has the same charachteristic of budak2.  Hahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes she is nice.  But she got this affliction where she is trying to find her own identity.  Right??  So she always copycats people she sees that she thinks are awesome.  Because she wants to find out if it suits with her competency.  She lies alot about herself too.  That what makes me feel irritated.  She likes to talk about people behind their backs, even me when i was her BFF.  Shocking right.  That's why i said, she has this terrible affliction where she is finding her true identity.  She has this strong jelousy going on but she don't want to admit it..hehehe..people know la.  She loves it when people praise her.  But she appreciate things and even me eventhough she talks bad about me behind my back to people.  When something is troubling her or lets say when i am mad at her,  she consult me but sometimes she bwat dunnoe.  Itu la yg i menyampah.  She does things behind my back that really pisses me out.  She's a complete darling and she loves to learn new things in life.  She wants to become a journalist that is why she loves blogging.  Even so, both of us moved on and she found a new BFF.  She thinks that i hate her forever because of all the mean things she did to me.  True i was devastated when i know the truth of why she did those stuff to me.  But, it surprised me of how quick can she become to be matured.  But all i know is that, she's learning from her guilt slowly and hope that she could understand more on peoples feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part two was the most tiring sem ever!!  MANYAK GADUH OOOOO!!! So in the end of part 2..when i left sarah because of her tak tentu well being..i confronted sue on her that yes indeed sarah lied in a lot of stuff.  So i moved to Sue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3 and part 4 i was with sue.  But now i'm not.  So i'm kinda free for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue, i don't get her at all.  We had this confrontation thingy going on and she said since part one she would like to live of in her fantasy world.  So, being her BFF was actually Being her BFF in her own fantasy world that never exists! So, in truth, bring bestfriends with her was not real in the first place because of her seemingly wanted to live in her fantsay world.  So i questioned alot about myself, Do i really know the real her or did i knew the person who is in the fantasy world of hers?? So, both of us moved on..There are goodside of her to, but its either the real her or the fantasy world girl.  Some people still being friends with her because some of them sees the good things in her.. But i don't, because her negativity overwhelmed my positive thinking of her.  So i moved on, unwanting to kena sakit hati lagi from her..But in the past, she's a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sd9cEw94uJI/AAAAAAAAASY/CXWeSa5gMp0/s1600-h/100_2360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sd9cEw94uJI/AAAAAAAAASY/CXWeSa5gMp0/s320/100_2360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323074521508919442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now i'm being friends with quite a large variety of people.  Because i'm seeking what does friendship really means.  Seeking out what good friends are and seeking out what true friends are.  Seeking a bestfriend may take quite some time because right now, i don't seem to have the trust for any bestfriends.  Until i have learned and experienced everything, will then that real true besyfriend comes.  They say, bestfriends only comes once in a lifetime.  I say that is so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till then:&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned&lt;br /&gt;Deekay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sd9axETbCuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/lXT2DZLc4_M/s1600-h/HneyBiey1326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sd9axETbCuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/lXT2DZLc4_M/s320/HneyBiey1326.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323073083590511330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-6113882410905424940?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/6113882410905424940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=6113882410905424940&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/6113882410905424940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/6113882410905424940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-that-is-compelling-to-everyone.html' title='A story that is compelling to everyone..'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sd9awhGeL6I/AAAAAAAAASA/v19faPnJVZM/s72-c/190120085320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-507607829128209764</id><published>2009-04-08T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T07:21:27.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;F.R.I.E.N.D.S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SdzggBjyYFI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/c5srS8To3ME/s1600-h/DSC06142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SdzggBjyYFI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/c5srS8To3ME/s320/DSC06142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322375700424056914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;belle pulling me leg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are what makes us alive,&lt;br /&gt;Friends are the ones who will be there for us,&lt;br /&gt;Friends are the ones who will not hurt each other's feelings,&lt;br /&gt;Friends care and appreciate each others,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sd3offgo6CI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Kblw8uDj1cQ/s1600-h/HneYBieY-0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sd3offgo6CI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Kblw8uDj1cQ/s320/HneYBieY-0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322665962353780770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me, reen and sae..tiga org sumandak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are what lingers around our whole life,&lt;br /&gt;Because There are thousands of friends,&lt;br /&gt;Each of them has their own capabilities,&lt;br /&gt;And each one of them has their own unique identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sd3oew-W62I/AAAAAAAAARo/PAcQ4iLdLgI/s1600-h/HneyBiey1292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sd3oew-W62I/AAAAAAAAARo/PAcQ4iLdLgI/s320/HneyBiey1292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322665949861964642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good friends in KK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SdzWsmNEtWI/AAAAAAAAAQA/xhXn_n5uogM/s1600-h/HneYBieY-0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SdzWsmNEtWI/AAAAAAAAAQA/xhXn_n5uogM/s320/HneYBieY-0038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322364921303053666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nieja and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends don't lie to each other about themselves,&lt;br /&gt;Friends don't create havoc towards their friendship,&lt;br /&gt;Friends won't back stab each other,&lt;br /&gt;Friends won't make up stories about themselves to be accepted by people,&lt;br /&gt;Friends won't be a hypocrite to others,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sd3OZTRXyTI/AAAAAAAAARg/00yzkN2L8P4/s1600-h/HneYBieY-0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sd3OZTRXyTI/AAAAAAAAARg/00yzkN2L8P4/s320/HneYBieY-0016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322637268686981426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dira and fieqa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends will always be who they are in and out,&lt;br /&gt;Friends will not be selfish amongst themselves,&lt;br /&gt;Friends don't hurt others feelings,&lt;br /&gt;Friends don't take advantage on things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sd3ofLUuBtI/AAAAAAAAARw/IhK7va1ySrI/s1600-h/DSC06153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sd3ofLUuBtI/AAAAAAAAARw/IhK7va1ySrI/s320/DSC06153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322665956935075538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, adi and nonoi..during spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And friends will not leave their friends alone..&lt;br /&gt;If they do all those stuff,&lt;br /&gt;They are not a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SdzWsj_tN4I/AAAAAAAAAP4/JDL7s7hE-Dg/s1600-h/HneYBieY-0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SdzWsj_tN4I/AAAAAAAAAP4/JDL7s7hE-Dg/s320/HneYBieY-0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322364920710117250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reen and me in thailand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends is when we spend most of our time with,&lt;br /&gt;Friends are what needed in the term F.U.N,&lt;br /&gt;Friends Will give good advices,&lt;br /&gt;Friends will take care of the other's feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Friends are what needed to feel appreciate other then lovers,&lt;br /&gt;Friends are there when we need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sd3OY8Cf_JI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Cbyw8qfq9rw/s1600-h/HneyBiey1401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sd3OY8Cf_JI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Cbyw8qfq9rw/s320/HneyBiey1401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322637262450588818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and fiey in seberang jaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;In schools, shopping malls, library's, cafe's, university's and etc...,&lt;br /&gt;friends are what counts when we are feeling lonely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SdzggTf4Y5I/AAAAAAAAAQo/lOYKkdjvNFM/s1600-h/HneYBieY-0032+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SdzggTf4Y5I/AAAAAAAAAQo/lOYKkdjvNFM/s320/HneYBieY-0032+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322375705239511954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nieja and AJ..hee&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS ARE WHAT MAKES US OURSELVES,&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS DON'T LIE ABOUT THEMSELVES..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sd3OZdO4YJI/AAAAAAAAARY/PKo6jWGAF7E/s1600-h/Photo-0046_e1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/Sd3OZdO4YJI/AAAAAAAAARY/PKo6jWGAF7E/s320/Photo-0046_e1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322637271360888978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and dira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAY TUNE:&lt;br /&gt;DEEKAY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-507607829128209764?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/507607829128209764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=507607829128209764&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/507607829128209764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/507607829128209764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/04/friends.html' title='Friends.....'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SdzggBjyYFI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/c5srS8To3ME/s72-c/DSC06142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-9037155730029367651</id><published>2009-04-07T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T08:15:01.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A story about a little girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was once a little girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who was not that rich neither poor,&lt;br /&gt;But her family's income was only sufficient for their living.&lt;br /&gt;She was always alone,&lt;br /&gt;Because of her lies and unreal stories,&lt;br /&gt;She is also selfish, and loves taking advantage,&lt;br /&gt;She don't seem to take care of neither anyone's feelings,&lt;br /&gt;All she can think of, is HER, HER, HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People gave up on being her friends,&lt;br /&gt;because neither one of them could stand her behavior&lt;br /&gt;She don't know how to handle her emotions,&lt;br /&gt;So she took it with her anywhere she goes.&lt;br /&gt;She's always being a hypocrite,&lt;br /&gt;She wants everyone think that she's perfect,&lt;br /&gt;But sadly she's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was always petrified,&lt;br /&gt;Who was always being bullied when she was little,&lt;br /&gt;even in schools and anywhere,&lt;br /&gt;She got so badly hurt, and when she grows up,&lt;br /&gt;She tends to be someone else.&lt;br /&gt;She lies alot of things, including about her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants people to view her as a high standard girl,&lt;br /&gt;but sadly no one viewed her like that,&lt;br /&gt;because she tries too hard to make people believe her stories,&lt;br /&gt;People tend to grow out from her lies and stories,&lt;br /&gt;And so people move out from her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when her friends confronted her about the truth of her,&lt;br /&gt;She can still lie about herself,&lt;br /&gt;Its a pity that such a pity human girl exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a bit of a wacko,&lt;br /&gt;Because she is too possessive on things and on someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, there are good side of her too.&lt;br /&gt;But are limited due to the fact that the negative things about her overwhelmed the positive things about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she could neither be her self; a pity little girl; with no lies regarding herself or about anything, or the story she made about herself where she lives in her fantasy world.&lt;br /&gt;Such bullshit factors..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow..in the end,&lt;br /&gt;she's the one who mess things up,&lt;br /&gt;who lied in the first place??&lt;br /&gt;If they say being a hypocrite is just to socialize,&lt;br /&gt;Is that the right kind of way to socialize??&lt;br /&gt;by lying??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor little girl, when people say about her,&lt;br /&gt;She will say the same thing about others,&lt;br /&gt;by saying you your self have weaknesses that you don't acknowledge,&lt;br /&gt;But does she even know that even the biggest human of all kind acknowledge their tiniest weakness??&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so, because that little girl thinks she knows a person that is close to her,&lt;br /&gt;But little did she know, she knew nothing about that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it is not fate that brought them together and neither breaking them up,&lt;br /&gt;It was they themselves who wanted it, and they themselves made the decision,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, both of them took the road they choose and both of them live their life their own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tune:&lt;br /&gt;Deekay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SdyRKf_kaPI/AAAAAAAAAO4/0nIpsruzLMM/s1600-h/HneYBieY-0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SdyRKf_kaPI/AAAAAAAAAO4/0nIpsruzLMM/s320/HneYBieY-0015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322288469217929458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SdyRKB-LkqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XdLlLFeWSDs/s1600-h/HneYBieY-0035+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SdyRKB-LkqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XdLlLFeWSDs/s320/HneYBieY-0035+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322288461159043746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-9037155730029367651?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/9037155730029367651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=9037155730029367651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/9037155730029367651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/9037155730029367651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-about-pity-girl.html' title='A story about a little girl'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SdyRKf_kaPI/AAAAAAAAAO4/0nIpsruzLMM/s72-c/HneYBieY-0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-1858065809583814103</id><published>2009-04-04T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T05:37:51.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you ain't laughing, you're either being too stuck up, or you're just to fuckin' slow man..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That is my main moto that keeps me going ahead. I may lose everything, but i still got my pride going.&lt;br /&gt;Being myself is what keeps me going.  I'm not lying about myself to people, i don't create stories about myself and i don't go boasting around telling people stories which are not true about myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is complicated, because that is what god gave us.  Yes i do cry, i do feel sad, i do feel happy because i'm just a human and not a robot. Robot's don't have feelings.  But i don't follow-up my emotions for something big or small.  Because out there in the real world, there are more crazy fucked up things then this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people call me harsh, yes i am.  Because you just have to face the facts that i say about you or someone else, because sooner or later, the "wrong-ness" of what the opposition say about my direct facts or what you're gonna say will soon be known.  And yes, there is that someone whom i judge goes according to my facts.  And still, that someone keeps on denying it.  Because lying is in that persons flesh and blood.  Harsh?? think it through.  I call it MENTAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing new people is what going to a fresh start or should i say, going to a phase where you want your life to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose the path of what i want.  ME ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in conclusion, be your TRUE self in life, because lying will not help you in the future,  It will only bring more problems and chaos in your life.  If you don't, it will STILL comes back to you..think about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Deekay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-1858065809583814103?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/1858065809583814103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=1858065809583814103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/1858065809583814103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/1858065809583814103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-you-aint-laughing-youre-either-being.html' title='If you ain&apos;t laughing, you&apos;re either being too stuck up, or you&apos;re just to fuckin&apos; slow man..'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-240432827233821230</id><published>2009-03-21T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:22:37.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JOY of being 20</title><content type='html'>There aren't any joy.  But i should be celebrating it because i've been living off my ass for the pass 10 years as a teen.  Now i'm no longer a teen but a twenty.  So eventually, i'm in my mid twenties.  What excite  me is nevertheless nothing.  Because i see my self as a 20 years old as a normal human being.  Why should i be excited like any other people?  I don't know why, but  maybe i don't mind myself being a twenty because i am already a 20 + woman in mental and heart.  Age does not make myself more complicated or getting an issue about it.  I don't mind being old, or to be precise what others think because age makes a person unique in many ways. Such as, the way we think, the maturnity, the experiences we get in life.  Each, gives us lessons that we our self learn from it and by all means learn by our self.  So just be true to your self.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i think that i am done crapping, such as something that occured just now?? haha..anyway.  2 days before my birthday, someone gave me such an express birthday gift.  I was shock but somewhat embaressed because it was the first time people had done that to me..heeee...Very appreciated for the things he did for me.. :D..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/ScUTpKfObtI/AAAAAAAAAOY/NO3AJy0v5_0/s1600-h/HneYBieY-0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/ScUTpKfObtI/AAAAAAAAAOY/NO3AJy0v5_0/s320/HneYBieY-0017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315676533091626706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/ScUToSYt2uI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/z53nuAmzXQM/s1600-h/HneYBieY-0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/ScUToSYt2uI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/z53nuAmzXQM/s320/HneYBieY-0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315676518031940322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/ScUToVBSO9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/YFJHov7Yka0/s1600-h/HneYBieY-0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/ScUToVBSO9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/YFJHov7Yka0/s320/HneYBieY-0021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315676518738967506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the gift he gave me.  And a small teddy bear in which he kept it inside a cute box for me.  He told me not to open it and just leave the teddy there.  So i did not took that picture.  But it was so ciut!!! hehehe...So yea anyway...Really got to appreciate life.  Because when you are feeling down, there will always be days when you felt being appreciated.. :D..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;stay tune!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deekay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-240432827233821230?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/240432827233821230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=240432827233821230&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/240432827233821230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/240432827233821230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/03/joy-of-being-20.html' title='JOY of being 20'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/ScUTpKfObtI/AAAAAAAAAOY/NO3AJy0v5_0/s72-c/HneYBieY-0017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-4636021111208923185</id><published>2009-03-10T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T06:03:00.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>During handball...</title><content type='html'>Last week, extraordinary thing happened.  H.A.N.D.B.A.L.L ( Hands At Nevertheless 'D' Ball At Left Leg), i just made that up, jgn ikut.  heeeeeeeeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome!!!!!  I made my trademark shot at the last match of the day for female.  Swing it at the back and ot went through the ball keeper.  Yea!!! Cool!!!!..I made countless of flies into the 'D', and countless of shots too.  And also thanks to aish, belle the goaly, dira, fatin, anis, aiman, miera S and miera M, hehehe, Bibi and most of all to fiqa who could not join us the fun because of her swallen leg.  Thanks everyone for making handball the most enjoyable game of sports ever!!! and the FIRST one in UITM Kedah!!!  Thanks for all the cooperation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun!!! hoping to join another game of handball next sem..hehehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-4636021111208923185?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/4636021111208923185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=4636021111208923185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/4636021111208923185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/4636021111208923185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/03/during-handball.html' title='During handball...'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-5176718503591966621</id><published>2009-03-09T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T04:15:33.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to international country;s, just by using a car... hehehehe</title><content type='html'>Where to start.  I'm in my room.  Dira is beside me watching me type while i tell you all this story that i am gonna tell..hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday, that is equivalent to semalam,  haha, dira just laugh when i type that.  Yea without further interuptions, cheh, padahal...haha..anyway, yea, bnyk sgt anyway, so  yea anyway...haha..me, reen, reen's bf, reens bf's brother, reen's bf's brother punya gf, abg bob and his wife went to bukit kayu hitam, where all stuff are free of duty.  Anyway, was suppose to just take abg bob's road tax, tp dgn cable abg bob dgn upp, kiterorg pun masuk la ke THAILAND without having any problems with the imigration counter.  They say that going in and going out from thailand is hard right, but it was damn easy for us.  No passport, no boarding pass, just follow the upp. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, we drove to international border with a car.  Kepada sesiapa yg pegi thailand naik aeroplane mahal tuh, kiteorg naik keta jer...free of charge, setakat byr minyak 50 pun dah cukup nak pegi balik. hahahaha!!! So and yes, thailand is a place where prostitues roam the earth of thailand.  SERIOUS!!! tanya reen... mcm mn dier marah jepon supaya tak pandang pelacur dgn tetk dan body yg mantap itu, with just a bra and skirt jln2 cari pelanggang.  Hahahaha!!! kiri kanan ada pubs, lounge, karoke, clubs and pubs.  Every block minimum 5 clubs where whores walk in the night.  Gyla eyh!!!  And yes, people!!! Stuff VERY CHEAP!!!! 100 baht = 10 ringgit.  So can u imagine, adala, this one guy i know that is with us bought a samurai sword for just 30 ringgit... ( 300 baht ).  And it is in quality pula tuh!!!! and there's guns everywhere!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, fake wallet, bags shoes are all here that look like the original one... you just name your brand and they've got it all.  But i DON'T BUY FAKE STUFF.  I SELL IT!!! hahahaha!!! bcz nak bg kena org sakai...hehehe..!!  So friends...i've been to thailand by just a car..hahaha!! ala, kejap jer pown...1 jam stgh dr SP..hahahaha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-5176718503591966621?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/5176718503591966621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=5176718503591966621&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/5176718503591966621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/5176718503591966621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/03/going-to-international-countrys-just-by.html' title='Going to international country;s, just by using a car... hehehehe'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-3303258812689077347</id><published>2009-02-27T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T05:07:47.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the bus</title><content type='html'>i'm in the bus going to KL.  Its been quite a while since i went back there.  Cheh, padahal baru 2 month.  ANYWAY, my bus is a double decker bus.  What surprises me is that, this one dude, actually a gay dude, was like " Hye, i'm geneva, ".  He was talking with the dude beside him.  Ironically and yes, that dude he was talking too was quite cute..hehehe...sorry biey.  so i saja la want ot sit beside this gay dude, saja la. And wow, betapa he pandang slack dgn me.  At first when we board the bus he was like friendly and all becaused he was like this doub;e faces freak guy. Hahahaha, my just call, so i told him la, he was like laughing it away.  And now, the gay guy masi lg beckp with the cute dude.  Masa they were still talking i look at them la kejap, lps tuh, the cute guy stared at me, while the gay dude talked to him.  The cute dude was like, Save me, and i just laugh at him. Hahahahaa!!! So yea anyway, can't wait to get to KL.  Hehehehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-3303258812689077347?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/3303258812689077347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=3303258812689077347&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/3303258812689077347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/3303258812689077347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-bus.html' title='On the bus'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-177195647019737397</id><published>2009-02-23T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:30:41.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all about family</title><content type='html'>Have you encountered those feeling of being left out? being deserted by your close friends? Being not appreciated by them?.  Well,  truth be told, i don't feel that i really have any real true friends, right now.  The current ones are like, " Semua la dia syg ".  So before i'm being left out, i'm trying my best to spread my wings further and get to know more new people.  They say your REAL TRUE BEST FRIEND comes only once in our life, and i get the feel, yes it does comes once in a lifetime.  But for now, i don't think i have searched high and low for that to come yet, but just plenty of experiences to learn from it though.  So i just have to be patient for that someone to be by my side supporting me besides my biey.. :D..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though i don't have any close true friends for the time being, i have my biey HAFEEZ and my cousin NAZ  that will always support me and be my light in my life...awwwwwwwww~ hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides them i have my mum and dad that is supporting me within their hearts.  My sis who is always helping me in stuffs, my brothers and etc.  Overall, Family are important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who i have mentioned and read this, you are the most sacred thing that kept me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme tell it one by one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's my biey, he's name is Hafeez Almudin.  He's my boyfriend and my future H.U.S.B.A.N.D.  He's my idol and supporter that gives me hope in things i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's my cuzzy-wuzzy~ Naz, awwwww~ hehee...She's smaller then me, but she's my inspiration for me to think with a much more wider objectives and circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's my sister, Whom i called, kakak M.A.R.I.A.N.  She's my sis and my brainthinker who thinks all the possibilities that could effect my future.  She's good in giving advices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's my parents, whom i called MO.M.M.Y and D.A.D.D.Y.  My mom is my back bone in eveything i do.  She raised me up and taught me alot of things.  She's my disciplinary and my soft hearted Angel...awwwwww~...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then theres my Dad. He's my sole I.D.O.L.  He pushes me even though i reached my limit because he knows what is best for me and my future..heeeee... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-177195647019737397?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/177195647019737397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=177195647019737397&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/177195647019737397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/177195647019737397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-all-about-family.html' title='Its all about family'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-7614261681982190203</id><published>2009-02-23T05:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T05:14:36.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE REAL ME!!! THIS IS REALLY ME..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="Panel2"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You've got great self-confidence and you're full of charm. Most guys who get to know you will be attracted to you. You are far from sweet and proper; your intriguing personality fascinates them. Most guys find it easy to fall for a girl like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You really care about other people's feelings and are quite serious about the issues that affect your life. You are sincere, and your concern for the well-being of others makes many people want to be your friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You strictly follow rules, and you expect other people to be the same as well. People can get tired of you easily, as you can make them feel a little guilty about themselves. You always make decisions on your own, and can be dismissive of other people's advice. You like to be the leader in groups, but can forget to be concerned about the people you are with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="Label4"&gt;Your peers think of you as a fun person, but sometimes you can be a little irresponsible. You can be somewhat childish, and can try to ignore the fact that you will one day need to really grow up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-7614261681982190203?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/7614261681982190203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=7614261681982190203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/7614261681982190203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/7614261681982190203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/02/real-me-this-is-really-me.html' title='THE REAL ME!!! THIS IS REALLY ME..'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-8380266096650916866</id><published>2009-02-23T05:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T05:08:29.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is me.....Face it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-8380266096650916866?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/8380266096650916866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=8380266096650916866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/8380266096650916866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/8380266096650916866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-meface-it.html' title='This is me.....Face it..'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-5879958456478085023</id><published>2009-02-19T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T06:41:19.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mika, mikau , u.,.,</title><content type='html'>I'm in Epa's room...ada probs.  Probs everywhere, di sini, di sana, di saaaaaaaaaaaaana, di siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiini pun ada...heeeeeee~..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurm, org2, please get ready for me k.  You will see changes that you never seen me done before.  huh.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-5879958456478085023?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/5879958456478085023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=5879958456478085023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/5879958456478085023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/5879958456478085023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/02/mika-mikau-u.html' title='Mika, mikau , u.,.,'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-3879488006330048287</id><published>2009-02-09T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T01:30:44.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Then And again</title><content type='html'>Monday,&lt;br /&gt;12.30 A.M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing in my notepad again due to the technical error of the university wireless here in campus.  Gawd i'm bored!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from camp in Yan yesterday.  ' Camp Jati Diri ' .  Yep that is what they call it.  And oh did i mention that i have turned from blondie to blackie??? oops, yea i did mention'd it in my previous blog, the part where i dyed my hair in the Public toilet.  It was hilarious!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oe yea, the camping trip was so bloody awesome. I made few friends for the past two days, and got to know several family backgrounds that had turned bad.  And it turn out to be such a valuable leson.  The camp was ok, it was bloody hot during the day, and bloody cold during night time.  We were all shivering our butts off!! due to the overwhelming cold-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, there were lots of activities that we've done, such as, explorace, Jungle trecking, A motivation talk, ' Malam Sufi' and so on.  It was bloody fun!! The thing that made the camp more interesting was the friends that i made during those two days of camp.  They were so bloody funny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the experience i get from it!!  There were lots of things that made me realize and know my self more. I am overwhelmed by the expectations i get, then again.. not just to me, but also to the other students that attend the camp.  If they are making another camp trip, i really hope that they would choose me again!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Deekay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-3879488006330048287?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/3879488006330048287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=3879488006330048287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/3879488006330048287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/3879488006330048287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/02/then-and-again.html' title='Then And again'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-7975704789699096525</id><published>2009-02-04T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T03:05:52.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Yang Paling pelik dlm sejarah hidup ku</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Today was the most weirdest thing that has ever occur to me. Let me tell it step-by-step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke Up morning as usual, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;yawn!!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I asked bibiey to sign the attendance list for me and sue.  So Actually woke up at 11 a.m.  After i woke up, i had my morning bath.  I had my bath first because sue is also using my towel despite the fact her towel is in the machine wash.  So, she had her turn after i bath.  I put on my clothes and was getting ready to to class with sue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a tutorial class and it was quite fun.  Madam divided the class into two groups and named my group tongga and the other group sifu, based on the Movie 'Sifu and Tongga'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class me and sue planned to go out because she has not yet payed her fees.  While we were on our way out, the guard stopped us for an inspection.  I was wearing my hood up to hide away my blond hair, but luck was not by my side that time and that guard asked me to open my hood. I was like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  So, he saw my hair and all and he called the captain of the guard. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;The guard was like, " Please write your name in this discipline record book look".  So i was making up stories where yesterday the other guard had given me a warning to dye my hair black.  Was really hoping that he would not put my name in that book.  And at last, Luck did favour me this time &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yyyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i said to him that i'm actually going out to dye my hair black which was not in the plan made by me and sue.  And so, off i went to tesco to buy the dye. Actually i did not bought the dye, it was rather ' Borrowing'  to be precise. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And so on it goes.  I was really conscious about what the guard had said, so i took it serious.  Because sue had her own problems because of her hair too, so i do not want to take the road she's in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really desperate to dye my hair black.  So we had this idea to dye our hair in one of our friends house. So we called her, But she did not picked up.  So last-last, The place where i dyed my hair was really exquisite and yes, may i remind you the place i'm talking about is where people always do there ' Buisness'.  Hehehe. It was in village mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy, Yes i am one hell of a crazy matha fucker.  Luckily sue bought her shampoo when we were in tesco, and luckily the dye hair thingy had a conditioner, so it was all set in package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like org gila waiting 15 minutes for the dye to go in my hair.  So can you imagine how you your self would be if you were waiting for 15 minutes in a cubicle??? Crazy i tell you, very crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, and yes it took only 10 minutes for my hair to turn black, and luckily i do not have to wait for an hour.  I would be dead by then.  There were no hairdryer, but simply a hand dryer that was available.  So i used it to dry up my hair.  I know, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What the hell i'm doing!!  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Two chinese girls were staring at me as if i'm a freak.  I was like, screw you dude!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, the story here is about telling you that i have gone from blondie to blackie.  And the stupid thing i did, that is dying my hair in a public toilet in Village mall. hahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after that, we went back, and i showed the guard my new hair.  But he was not in that evening so i just show it to the other guard.  She just smiled so i smiled back at her.  My name has been crossed out because i did my promise to the guard, that is, dying my hair black again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  So as you can see, It was one hell of a day and a funny day too.  And it is such a memorie to tell my kids in the future of what their mommy had done crazy stuff that is way beyond boundaries, and the experience i get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deekay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1678785067071092094-7975704789699096525?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/7975704789699096525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=7975704789699096525&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/7975704789699096525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/7975704789699096525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/02/hari-yang-paling-pelik-dlm-sejarah.html' title='Hari Yang Paling pelik dlm sejarah hidup ku'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-4904957488864369682</id><published>2009-02-03T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T07:38:18.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings within me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay everyone, my blog for tonight is gonna be a bit harsh, straight forward, and jiwang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all that may have said that 2 years relationship is still short and yet i am still young to know and to explore about what commitment in a relationship is.  Well, to be precise, you're wrong. Someone told me that every relationship is the same and i am gonna do stuff that the more longer you are in a relationship, the more arguing there is.  But she's wrong, she don't understand how my love is.  But once if she feels what i felt in my relationship situation she would feel a new kind of relationship that she never had.  And apparently, yes she did.  Don't ever blurt out saying that your previous relationship is an excuse for my own, because i know how to take care of my relationship and i don't disrespect my bf, and yes eventho we have our ups and downs by mocking each other, but i do not find other people to sooth my heart for a time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my boyfriend.  For this past few days, without my hp, i feel kinda weird.  Do you really love me or are you taking advantage of me to fulfill your own desires from me?? that is the only thing that always crosses my mind.  And i do not know how loyal you are to me, but only god could tell.  You are a womanizer and that is the problem that could destroy our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being faithful is the top most important things to do in a relationship.  Without it, don't bother having any relationship to fulfill your own desires and to break a girls heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-4904957488864369682?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/4904957488864369682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=4904957488864369682&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/4904957488864369682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/4904957488864369682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/02/feelings-within-me.html' title='Feelings within me'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-8143354631075982750</id><published>2009-01-30T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T02:59:35.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kena tag lg...hahaha!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Directions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Once you've been tagged, you have to write a post with sixteen random things, habits or goals about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;At the end, choose five people to be tagged, listing their names and why you chose them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Don't forget to leave a comment (''You're tagged!'') and to read your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;You can't tag the person who tagged you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Since you can't tag me, let me know when you've posted your blog, so I can see your weirdness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. I like to do the sound "uuuhhhh"? at my throat&lt;br /&gt;2. When i'm sad i play the piano.&lt;br /&gt;3. I like things when they are being changed by me...huahuahuahua!!&lt;br /&gt;4. i'm weird, in other sense, i can be weird and people will say i nie gila..&lt;br /&gt;5. I like driving, when i'm fast i'm really fast mcm maw kasi patah the speed meter, when i'm slow i'll go not more then 80km/h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't mind being 20 because my mental state is 26 years old..haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I dispise NEWSPAPER!!! i geli diz!! just looking, smelling and even touching newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I dun like peking duck!! Because its a duck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I like to cari pasal with my biey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I am always smiling 24 hours!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I love Britney!!! hahaha!! i want her dance moves, her hair, her bod and her money!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I like to dye my hair.  Last semester including the previous semesters, it means part 2, i dyed my hair around 8 times, including blue colour and maroon purplish colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;13. I have problems with my body. which is i think is sexy but when i look at it in the mirror i was like whooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;h!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I don't like orange candy because my lidah senang mau luka if i eat tangery stuff..eeeewwww!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I like to touch my bulu..hehehe dun noe why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I like to jln2 and when people say where i'm going i would say that i'm going to meet people, padahal i saja mau jln2..hahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I tag Naz, because dia tuh cousin gila i.&lt;br /&gt;Den i tag noury, because her blog teda lain psl love,love,love,love and more love.&lt;br /&gt;Pas tuh i tag Sue, because she's my craziest bestfriend yang like to be 21 forever.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PADAHAL..&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Den i tag epa, cz dia tuh roomte pada bestfriend i..&lt;br /&gt;And then, i Tag RIZAL!! because dia tuh another version of mami jarum..So i'll give him the term of PAPA JARUM!! hahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-8143354631075982750?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/8143354631075982750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=8143354631075982750&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/8143354631075982750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/8143354631075982750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/01/kena-tag-lghahaha.html' title='Kena tag lg...hahaha!!'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-1591680295007260884</id><published>2009-01-30T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T02:35:01.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagging is fun!!!!!! cz teda kerja kan....hahaha!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SYLXa3XWYNI/AAAAAAAAAMw/VbDhNa0Cpnw/s1600-h/HneyBiey1462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SYLXa3XWYNI/AAAAAAAAAMw/VbDhNa0Cpnw/s320/HneyBiey1462.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297032968279580882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagging is &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ffffffffuu&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uuuuu&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;uuuuuunnnn&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nnnnnn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;nnnnnnnn!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Anyway,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Yea...sepa yg kana tag...tulung la bwat k!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1678785067071092094-1591680295007260884?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/1591680295007260884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=1591680295007260884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/1591680295007260884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/1591680295007260884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagging-is-fun-cz-teda-kerja-kanhahaha.html' title='Tagging is fun!!!!!! cz teda kerja kan....hahaha!!'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SYLXa3XWYNI/AAAAAAAAAMw/VbDhNa0Cpnw/s72-c/HneyBiey1462.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-7763888543291856316</id><published>2009-01-29T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:42:34.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The thought of being 20</title><content type='html'>Crap, i'm on my way on being a 20 years old.  Time flies by so quick and yet, we failed to realize the things we learnt from life itself.  For me, i have realized it a long time ago, during my teens, subsequently 19 to be precise, last year to make it more sure.  Even though it takes only a year to figure it out, sometimes certain people figure it out for ages.  Well, i know some of you may say that oh-i'm-still-20-and-i'm-still-young-to-know-about-life.  But seriously speaking, don't judge a book by its covers.  And as a human, don't judge a person, by the looks or appearence.  For all you know i could be a 26 years old giving you advice on things and meaning of life and careers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, the topic for today is, even though i'm gonna be 20 soon on march the 22nd, But the thought of it slips away because, i've experienced the age of 20 when i am 18-19, and now i am experiencing the age of 26.  People will ask questions, questions that sounded like this, How do you know that you're 26? Or You don't look like a 26 years old so why you'd say your 26? or, in what way you say you're a 26 years old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in speaking confidently, i'm not saying that i am a 26 years old in person dummy~ All i'm saying that looking at a mature side, thinking side and mentality and the way i speak, all sounded, looked like a 26 years old.  So physically i look like a 20 years old...actually, no...physically i look like a 24 years old with a mental that is old as a 26 years old.  So yea, i'm getting older then the present me.  Weird, but that is who i am.  I'm trying my best to get my childhood being back, but lately it turns out faking my self to be childish and it is sooooooooo Yucky~ So, i just be who i am.  When i meet people, yea, we talked like normal beings, only if they asked for my oppinions, advice, and my views, that is where they'll know how mature i am and how indigestly i take points from them and tell them each and every possibilities and consequences there is. I'm not saying that my point of view is strong, but, if you think mature enough, you'll understand the things i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stay tuned, till then..  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-7763888543291856316?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/7763888543291856316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=7763888543291856316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/7763888543291856316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/7763888543291856316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/01/thought-of-being-20.html' title='The thought of being 20'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-2411264685815991174</id><published>2009-01-29T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T03:55:13.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>During CNY</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhhh, Chinese New Year.  The Year of the OX.  Wonder What every Chinese Races are doing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, was suppose to go to genting with my cuzzies and two of her friends. But there were slight miss problems. The ticket to genting was sold out. There were slight ideas to drive there, but, its a risk we're all willing to take. Firstly, it was because, by the time we reach there, it was around 5 p.m and we still have to line up for the 2 hours ticket. Secondly, Its gonna be one hell of a traffic jam. Thirdly, the ticket back to KL was finished and the only available ticket is for the next day. Fortly, The hotel was fully booked!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it was. So, a day before CNY, me sut and naz went to OU. So, naz wanted me to follow her because she will be late going back home. So i ikut la dia. And i brouhgt the lap top with me. She and sut were off to work. Naz was working ta art attack in OU and sut was working at waffle world. So i was buzy on-lining since 11A.M to 4P.M, waiting for naz and sut to finish working. Then naz sms'ed me that she would finished around 5.pm. So i was, okay, back to on-lining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while i was in OU, on-lining on the first floor, of the new wing opposite chocolates, Ain suddenly pop out just like that, with her super short hair, boyinsh look, and i was like woooooooaaah, okay. Surprised but yea. She looked liked a guy and all that with her looks and all. But i know her since like primary 4, masa kicik2 lg, and yea. So anyhow, she was like all hungry and all, so she went to waffle world to eat waffles. So yea, its a quarter past 4 and i was on the way to naz's work place with ain. So we waited for her, and mind i say that the stuff there are like so cool, made by the kids who have art classes there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, after picking up naz and all, we went to waffle world tempat c sut kerja. And by all means we got free hot dogs and a free ice-cream drink. So we ate for free, and i have to thank the manager for giving us free food. So, after that, we went home, played picturama or picturia that??? anyhow, played snap, uno then go to slip. Before we slept, we went out for dinner with naz's other housemate which is her EX BFF, mind me saying. It was so awkward and a bit of a rude-ness by her. So we went home and had a goodnight sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was a bit hactic because neither one of our plans that we made a week ago worked. We planned to go to genting, but it did not worked out. So we went to sunway instead and played ice-skating and archery. Seriously when we played ice skating there were lotsa people!!! it was so cramped and skating was a bit dangerous with all those people skating around like crazy. So off we went and eat for launch at sushi king. It was soooooo lame. Bagus lg mkn di japanese restaurant in KK cp drpd di cni. over expensive is one thing, and the food was not-so-oh-delicious. And also when we were going out for our annual CNY, we were also celebrating naz's 4.00 flat in her final's mass-c0m, Go cousin!!!. She said that, mass com is easy to say and easy to pronounce but it is very hard when it comes to studying and its subjects. Lots of reading and memorizing to do. Ala, like law la jgk, easy to say easy to pronounce, but it is actually a hard subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating dinner actually, not launch, we played archery, and it was the sukiest game i had ever played at. Hahahaha!!! after that, we went to starbucks, lepaking and waited for my sis to take us home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was a bit oh-so -kenyang, because my sis invited naz and sut and ain, but unfortunately ain had gone back earlier that morning. So naz and sut were invited to have dinner at our home. So, yea, they were our first guess for the new house. So kakak made Shepperd Pie, Vegies and Roast chicken. The roast chicken we made it together, i marinated it and she roast it in the oven. The chicken was simply divine because i put lotsa honey to have that golden honey taste, herbs, pepper, ground pepper and salt. And i made the garlic bread. So yea, it was such a feast and the shepherds pie was the sgt laku one. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's our picture out together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SYGY5wdgsiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iLzBBPkaDmU/s1600-h/HneyBiey1455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SYGY5wdgsiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iLzBBPkaDmU/s320/HneyBiey1455.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296682754793058850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SYGY5mvDXbI/AAAAAAAAAMY/34ZiL1kkEFc/s1600-h/HneyBiey1450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SYGY5mvDXbI/AAAAAAAAAMY/34ZiL1kkEFc/s320/HneyBiey1450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296682752182279602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SYGY5JwTogI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Pov2Vcv1POY/s1600-h/HneyBiey1457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SYGY5JwTogI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Pov2Vcv1POY/s320/HneyBiey1457.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296682744402911746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SYGY468tDaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3gYLmZb0Yyo/s1600-h/HneyBiey1458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SYGY468tDaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3gYLmZb0Yyo/s320/HneyBiey1458.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296682740428377506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-2411264685815991174?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/2411264685815991174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=2411264685815991174&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/2411264685815991174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/2411264685815991174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/01/during-cny.html' title='During CNY'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SYGY5wdgsiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iLzBBPkaDmU/s72-c/HneyBiey1455.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-3354397460453051637</id><published>2009-01-24T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:32:24.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a rhyme, But its worth it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Chinese new year is on the run.  Inflasion too is rhyme.  Don't you think that these event that occurs our Country sounds just like a rhyme??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like everything is made according to a script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in OU, on-lining at the first floor.  Yeah, its kinda boring but what to do, my cousin naz is working at the top floor so is her friend.  So i have to wait for them till 4 P.M.  Yep.  Daddy have not yet bank in my money.  I have no redemption what so ever, because i have no money.  No money no talk la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept comfortably last night.  Even though the fan was quite slow macam di penghujung hayat dia sdh, hahaa, but still it was just nice.  Hurmm...Why haven't my biey called me.  Usually he would always calls me at this time of hour.  Maybe he is still asleep??? Naaaaaaah, lama juga?  anyway..&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned, and till then, bubye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-3354397460453051637?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/3354397460453051637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=3354397460453051637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/3354397460453051637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/3354397460453051637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-rhyme-but-its-worth-it.html' title='Its a rhyme, But its worth it'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-6464634168647783132</id><published>2009-01-24T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:18:08.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roomate, Kawan Roomate and dot, dot, dot.....</title><content type='html'>9.43 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hye once again, and as you can predict yes i wrote this blog in my notepad. Because there is no wireless network in my brother's studio. He is making a debut album that is gonna be released in the music store soon. Hurm, i just came back to KL from Sungai Petani Kedah. The night before our date to go back to KL me, sue, epa and epa's bf Afiq, went to Baling Ulu Legong to have a hot spring swim. It was RELAXING!! I lost weight just a day being in the hot spring and my hair grows a little longer then usual. And my problematic dandruff is gone because the hot spring cure it. Weeeee!!!! it was awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reach The hot sring around 2.30 in the morning. And left around 4.30 AM. It was a blast and i really enjoyed it!! Its like once you get in the hot steamy water all your problems are gone and being solved, its like being inside the hot srping could help you with your troubles. I was so OMG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun and it was WORTH IT!! The second time i'm going to the hot spring again i am gonna bring my biey with me. 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Yeap i am staying outside my UNI. I just applied to stay inside and i got it, though i find it a bit bothering because i really enjoyed staying outside. Furthermore me and sue just applied for jobs and it is my first time to have an experiance in a working field other then studying.&lt;br /&gt;       Me and sue applied for all kind of jobs that we could find. 7-Eleven, F.O.S, Shop-a-lot, and the worst one ever K-BOX.  So i hope that i could find some experiances amongst those jobs.  But i am so looking forward to the 7-Eleven.&lt;br /&gt;Its hard when you get to stay inside UNI.  I'm trying my best to stay outside.  My college administrator asked me and sue whther or not we have signed up for the NON Residential card, we said no but actually, yes we did.  Soi hope that we could get our NR, because it is not the administrator who is going to do our NR card, its somebody else, So i just hope that i could really get it.  And i really really want it.&lt;br /&gt;        Hurm, last night i got a really bad lecture from epa. Tp lawak ah jgk, marah2 sambil tersengih2 marah l;a tuh kan. hahahaha.  And last night was a crazy night.  Was laughing my brains out sbb buat lawak dongeng bodoh. Cermin!!! *ching* ching* ching*...hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Later me and sue gonna buy a new chocolate to replace the ones we ate.  For your info, the chococlate that we ate was supposed to be given to epa's bro. Hey, its not our fault that the chocolate was suppose to be given to her bro, She only said don't eat it, how the hell should we know.  Because it is very rationale to eat those chocolates when you are craving for it.  Dah la caremel plak tuh.  Yum~&lt;br /&gt;        Anyhow, i want to get a house as soon as possible.  Hhuhuhu..really want to la..Hurm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-8191829479837302513?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/8191829479837302513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=8191829479837302513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/8191829479837302513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/8191829479837302513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hope-that-i-could-get-nr-card.html' title='I hope that i could get the NR card'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-1152515093620362162</id><published>2009-01-13T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:28:08.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of this, a little bit of that</title><content type='html'>Another one of those, yeah i'm bored to death and i'm writing something in my notepad to paste it in blogspot because there's no internet connection in my house and infact the whole area of my neighbourhood.  Please someone could you just gimme a wireless or even a dial up connection.  Its so simple.  Just drop it infront of my house would ya! ;P.  &lt;br /&gt; Hurm, i'm thinking on what sould i write in this gonna-be-soon-blog.  I think i'm gonna make it short this time.  Because the previous ones are all so super long.  Hahahaha.  That's what you get when you have so much idea's and things to write. Damn i'm out of rocks!! Me and sue's word for Smokes.  My marlboro soft pack finish ody lai~  So pau sue punya la..Sampoerna menthol pun jadi la. hehehehe.  Anyway, yea..I'm trying my best to not be a smoke addict.  Actually i am not a smoke addict...I think so. haahhaha. Anyway, i want my dunhil lights back. I can't move back on being a heavy smoker.  That is why i need to change my rocks to dunhil lights then marlboro soft pack.  Huhuhu. I am now currently listening to Christmas Carol for the vistoria secret runway fashion show.  Yes another of those unbelievable runway fashion show by those supermodels.  GAWD!!! &lt;br /&gt; Ahhhh....smoke.Hehehehe. Sampoerna menthol.  My marlboro is out.  Finish liao. hahahaha. So anyway, thinking of it. I kinda miss my high school days. huhuhuh. Britney's song is kinda slutty.  I'm listening to her new songs right now, 'She slips on'.  Its about a whore who wants to fuck.  Because the opening lyrics were, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slips on,&lt;br /&gt;She needs, to fuck,&lt;br /&gt;she needs to suck,&lt;br /&gt;She needs to lick,&lt;br /&gt;She needs to fight every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, up to you la brit you wanna be a whore.  But i think you are already a whore.  Oops did i just say it directly out? Oops i did it again!. YEA!!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-1152515093620362162?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/1152515093620362162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=1152515093620362162&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/1152515093620362162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/1152515093620362162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-bit-of-this-little-bit-of-that.html' title='A little bit of this, a little bit of that'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-5454565088243366305</id><published>2009-01-13T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:26:20.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Copy paste...!!! wahahahaha</title><content type='html'>3.34A.M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helo and goodmorning this time.  Me and sue are technically losing our minds right now.  Were not sleeping, because we don't want to although our eyelids are closing every inch and every hour.  So here it goes, a few typos to write to pass out the time.  I am currently listening to Frankie J, More then words.  This song has a lot of sentimental meanings.  And the beat of the melody says it all to express my words and feelings.  So i am writing it all here.  So readers, Prepare your self for a journey of a bit jiwang-ness from me, hehehehe. No la, just kidding. &lt;br /&gt;    Just suddenly, because of the utmost weeks without internet connection, i might say that even anyone could have gone crazy without it including me.  So without my blogspot to write in, i'll just say it loud out in this notepad and later post it in my bloggie.  Hurm, it has been quite some time for me to think seriously.  I mean not that i have not been thinking seriously, it is just that my mind is a bit boggling with irrelevent stuff that makes me feel so worrid and tension.  So the only thing that could sooth my awkward feeling and emotions is to listen to sentimental songs, that has lots of meanings and words, so i could focus on things that is important.&lt;br /&gt;    Just now me and sue had this talk.  I mean like, its a normal talk, more like chatting.  We talked alot, until our lips turned dry and we keep on drinking water, hahahaha, yes laughing is the best medicine to cure boredness and even heartbreak.  So we talked about on things that happened to us in the past.  On how we met, how we used to hang out in the past, and also how we had our big fight from the caused of that typically culture shock somone.  Yea, so we chat, and how she could come up with a name that suits my pek,pok,pek,pok,pek,pok..yea i know, what the hell is that!  Its the bising-ness of my mouth like a mom.  So yea, they named me mommy, cause when i ask them to do something i sounded just like a mom, hahahahaha...crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;    So right now i'm listening to Mozella, " i will ", an indonesian singer who sang english songs.  Seriously, her voice RAWKS!!!! Doesn't even sound like an indonesion.  She sounded like a negro.  Seriously and surprisingly??? YES!!.  So, tomorrow i don't have any class nor on monday.  The only class that i have is on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday.  So yea, lotsa free time.  I miss my friends that i'm close with.  Annor, Belle, panda, reen, heheheeeeeeeee, because they are the only ones that i'm close with. &lt;br /&gt;    Hurm, i just can't seem to figure it out yet on this whole rented house thing.  I just can't find someone who wants to stay in this rented house.  I mean its perfect!!  It has everything.  And everything to be precise yes, our referigerator is full of foods.  And yes we cook.  And also yes, we cook for launch, dinner and even breakfast.  Sorry for the inconvenience of the not so tersusun meal hours. &lt;br /&gt;    Sue is on the phone with her new " oooohhhhh my new gonna be future crush" hehehe...Sha***..hehehehe, don't blame me for this saying, its because of the boredness and the observant behaviour of mine. hikhikhikhikhik!!!!  Currently listening to Christina Aguilera, ' Can't hold us down'.  She seriously rawks,  But britney to rawks though she's the girly type then christina.  I wonder what's the different between them?  Both of them sings pop, Both of them has the same theme of songs going on.  I wonder who's the copycat between those two. Huh, anyway i just love them both.&lt;br /&gt;    I notice that if i'm doing a blog or something, i must have music in my ears. If not i just can't concentrate on what i'm doing.  Its like i'm the goddess of blur without music. hahahaha!! So i'm now listening to Batman Theme (remix) for the victoria secret runway fashion show of the year.  My god!!! Speaking of it!!! I just love adriana lima, carolina, Tyra and heidi!!!! They are my most favorite super models!!!!  They are so unique!!! How i wish i have adrinna lima's bod!! argh!!! god damn it!!!&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway,  its 4 .AM right now, and i am still doing this thing.  So can u imagine how bored and actually sleepy i am.  I don't wanna sleep because this is the only chance i'll get to eat The ' Nasi Lemak' around the neighbours house.  I always miss out the food.  My housemate always bought the 'Nasi Lemak' because they only sell it in the early morning and at the same time my housemates are leaving the house for their classes at 8.  So yea, of course i am asleep by then. Ding, ding,ding...ring any bells???&lt;br /&gt;    I think that i am crapping to much.  Am i crapping to much??? I don't even care what you peopz say, its my blog and its up to me to wright anything i want.  Doi!!!! So now i'm listening to Britney Spears 'Kill the lights'.  And after reading through my passage and finishing the previous song, i am now listening to another one of that new britney songs, 'She Slips On', And now it just finished, and i am currently listening to Rachel Yamagata 'Be Be your love.  No its not in japanese, its in english.  And no she does not sound like a japanese girl when they sing. Another one of those unique voice that sounds like an american.  Weird, Why do people adores the americans?  They are the most stupidest being on earth!!  They were being ask on where does KFC originated from, and they say california..If you don't even know your own states in Amerca and where does things originated from your place in the U.S then i might say, you better not be a U.S citizen. Hey, KFC stands for Kentucky Fried Chicken right?  So obviously, KFC comes from Kentucky. Duh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;    I miss my biey so much.  Wonder what's he doing, Obviously sleeping.  I just can't wait till this sem is over so that i could rest for another 2 month!!! woopee!!!! So yea, its getting late, Earth to rianah, it is late. Subuh sdh nie. hahaha!!! Yea so anyway, stay tuned, till then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deekay!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-5454565088243366305?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/5454565088243366305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=5454565088243366305&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/5454565088243366305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/5454565088243366305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/01/copy-paste-wahahahaha.html' title='Copy paste...!!! wahahahaha'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-3487485649079249956</id><published>2009-01-13T00:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:25:07.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredness!!</title><content type='html'>Helo and goodnight, yea not the kinda " Helo and goodmorning!", because i'm writing this at night.  Its kinda been troublesome because of 'Who the hell should i find to stay in this rented house with me and sue', and bored, bored,bored,bored B.O.R.E.D!&lt;br /&gt;    Yea those were the things that was bothering my mind. I just can't figure it out.  I tried asking people if they want to stay in the house, but all they could say is, " I can't confirmed with you yet " or " I've got a room in college" or " Let me see first??".  T.E.N.S.H.I.O.N.  My mind is boggling and swirling with I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING.  Although yea, it is kinda exaggerating that yep, once your out from college and you are renting a house outside its kinda bit of a F.R.E.E.D.O.M. &lt;br /&gt;    The environment that surrounds my house is calm and peacefull.  BUT, yes B.U.T Better, Uniquely, Tell, that the neighbours are friendly but awsomely Buzzybody!!! Thay won't leave you for just 1 second when you are having a chill time talking outside the house with some friends.  They would keep on opening the doors, looking at what stupid plans you are making, which is NOT!! and they would subsequently approach you when you are comfortably talking with your friends and ask stupid question such as, " Adik tengaq bincang psl aper? " or " Adik bila nak masuq dlm umah?" or " Adik tgh wat per? " Or " Adik nak bawa kwn msk dlm ker?". All i can say is there is some deep fucking shit going on. B.U.Z.Z.Y.B.O.D.Y!!.  Can't a girl spend time with her friends?? Common, were only talking outside the house with all the lights on, and were not doing anything wrong.  What the fuck!!&lt;br /&gt;    Anyhow, when you are living in a small house with only two bedrooms, two toilets, a prayer room, a just nice kitchen, A dining room that coincides with the living room, and a TV that has got no ASTRO, yes you may say that i'm going crazy soon.  But actually, it taught me some thing new.  I started to watch malay movies which i disgust MOST, because of the absentees of HBO, MTV,CHANNEL V and etc.  And started to learn malay cookings which i never know how to cook.  The only thing that i always cook and pro in cookings are western food. I miss cooking spaghetti, lasagne, pizza, my favorite alfredo pasta...yummm!!! So yea, i'm stuck with food that is economically not only cheap but full of fat, carbs, and etc.&lt;br /&gt;    I wan my mommy's cooking!!!! i think that i want to have a pet cat in this house.  Because literally cats just calms me down. Huahuahuahua!! I'm now watching Mr. and Mrs Smith at TV2. Hahahaha, i know kinda lame.  Movies are so limited unlike HBO, StarMovies, and etc.  God i miss home and all the things that is always available. Wahahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;    So anyway, i'm kinda tired of typing..hahaha..so gtg..till then, stay tune!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deekay!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-3487485649079249956?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/3487485649079249956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=3487485649079249956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/3487485649079249956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/3487485649079249956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/01/boredness.html' title='boredness!!'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-2476984426381229073</id><published>2009-01-07T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:00:03.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>creatif but harsh?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Though i dislike people who piss me off, i just keep quite and stare in the open space. It is such a wild manner to think of someone and wishing that they are dead. True i have been countless of times thinking to that, but the invasion of God made me think of my own mistakes and what people thinks about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a damn why i should and never will be angry or burst out into a psychedelic anger bitch.  Although i am one of it but my calmness helps me in things that could turn out ugly. The world is full of anger, destruction and greed. Heck, now i'm crapping about global.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not just give in into believing people.  Even my up coming 2 years boyfriend i don't literally thrust my trust upon him.  I do trust him but not initially 100 percent.  There also sometimes negative feelings about me that i have towards him.  But i just ignore the existence of it and just go on with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family, Sometimes they are there to give you help, guidance and support when you need it.  But sometimes there are times where you feel that they don't care about you and just leave you alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends,  Sometimes they are like your sister.  They give idea's, support, and guidance too.  But when things got ugly, they are the most toxic being you have ever seen and you just acknowledge their existence as a figment of your imagination. Harsh??? yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved ones, there are ups and downs, side ways to side ways?? Being faithful is the most important thing. Trust, love, care.  Sometimes i don't feel that the person is being faithful to me.  Truth be told, i am not happy with my relationship. But what to do when that person adores me to death. I can't just break is teenee winy heart cause it will break mine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different people has different characteristics.  And each of them has their own unique. But what happens when that particular person wants only attention and fame.  I say its because of their lack of family love.  Some parents just don't want to take the blame of their child, of their fault, of their disability to teach their child well.  Some parents, well let's just say want their child to be just like them.  PITY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea..those are the words that well, are apart of those who just could not stop copying other peoples lifestyle. hahahaha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-2476984426381229073?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/2476984426381229073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=2476984426381229073&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/2476984426381229073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/2476984426381229073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/01/creatif-but-harsh.html' title='creatif but harsh?????'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-4615894169702684760</id><published>2009-01-07T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T18:26:14.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>me, myself in my religion.. :)</title><content type='html'>To post in blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 23rd dec 2008, 11.11 p.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i did in my past time without the internet connection..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, i've been quite some time being confused by my own religion. Not as in confused like " Should i be a muslim???" My issue is not that heavy. Its just a simple miss understood situation and i am gonna comprise everything out in this blog. So people out there with various religion, I am not saying that your religion is wrong, but this is what i have learnt about my religion, that is islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything makes sense now.  I have understood and learn for which my level of understanding has evolve to a better knowledge of my own religion.  I am a muslim and i am proud of it. Why i said that i was kinda confused about my religion is that, some of my cousin's are atheist and some of them well let's say, don't care about their religion at all. Well i've come to that stage before and i have outgrown it. I did not make hasty decisions like those of my cousin's but i seek more knowledge about it.  And indeed i have learn alot about islam and its wonders. People who has the same problem as i am, i advice you to have a translatic quran' in an english verse that also tells story's about the prophet's time or other books on islam. But the quran' is way much better.My BM is kinda rusty, hehehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, my mind wonders around, giving me question's that me myself could not solve it. These questions are the typical ones but deadly when it is given the wrong answer. My questions were, Even though people are not muslim but if they believe in Allah S.W.T, and their prophets, will they still go to hell and receive fear and punishment in the next life? Why do the jews hate the muslims so much?? for this second questions, i always recive answers that well, makes me ask more questions later. Islam has no force on whatsoever that relates anything to islam, but why do other people force woman to wear a tudung? ( yea, i know its out from the topic ).  The bible is made by the jews and yet still the jews hates the christians for which the jews were the ones who made the bible..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those were the questions that keps on ringing in my head.  And once again i am so sorry if i provoked any feelings out to people with this statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for the first question, Even though people who is not muslim, either jew or christian or sabath, if they believe in Allah S.W.T, and believe that their prohets, are the messenger of god and not god's child within, they are free from fear and punishment from the after life. It is written down in the quran' that, the torah', And the gospel were each been given to the right prophets, and he who believe in the Lord, Allah S.W.T and their messenger shall be in the right path and be bestowed by Allah S.W.T.  Those ( the disbelievers, pagans, scripture of jew and christians) who disobeyed will be sent down the burning fire of hell.  And if you say that jesus is your god, then  while jesus was burning in a cross shape stick, he was screaming " o why do you god has leave me in parish ", It is the most humiliating thing to say for a prophet to Allah S.W.T.  A messenger is never afraid to die for the sake of Allah S.W.T, because he is the most merciful and forgiving.  And yet the jew does not lead the christianity way although they are the ones who killed jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second question, and the forth answer to my forth question, is that of why the jews hates the muslim so much. It is stated in the quran' that the jews are the most greediest humans in mankind. They are the most enviest people. The jew community were so small back in the prophet's time and islam was the most huge thing back then. The jew were jelous of the islam and when prophet muhammad died, may Allah bless him and may peace be upon him, the jew took everything that they have learned from islam and the knowledge from where they have learn has been parished, burned by them so that no one else could know the knowledge.  These knowledge were then being twisted, change by the like of the jew and thus they made a bible for the christians. It is said in the quran that, two jew man asked the prophet to know whether his companions brings the message and the revelation from Allah S.W.T. He answered, "Jibril". They answered, " He was the one that brings war and fightings! He is our enemy.  If you have said Mikha'il who brings down the rain and mercy, we would have followed you." So Allah sent down his words.  Anyone who is and enemy of Jibril, the one who gives good news, the ones that brought it down to your hearts and gives guidance, Anyone who is an enemy of Allah and his angels and his messenger's and Jibirl and Mikha'il, Allah is and enemy of the rejectors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, about people who are forcing ladies to wear a tudung.  Yes it is said in the quran' that woman should cover up their hair and body parts from other people, but it did not force us ladies against our will to do it. It is up to us whether we want to wear a tudung or not. So why do other people still force ladies to wear a tudung? it is because the mix up tradition and religion. DO NOT mix your tradition with religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it has become cleared to me of my religion and need to say, yes i am proud to be a muslim. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Deekay,&lt;br /&gt;Wasalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-4615894169702684760?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/4615894169702684760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=4615894169702684760&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/4615894169702684760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/4615894169702684760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-myself-in-my-religion.html' title='me, myself in my religion.. :)'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-5202761095054020879</id><published>2009-01-06T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T01:29:26.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the galoor of repeating a paper?? :D</title><content type='html'>Hahahaha..yea i rea[eated a paper. So what,  people who said that i'm not smart pown kena repeat gak.Hahahahahaahahaha!!!!! ala setakat satu paper jak pown. Hurm, Maybe i would not follow into daddy's footsteps after all. He's gonna open up a law firm or maybe co-joining a partner in a big law firm (Now i know why he forced me into doing law) *sigh*, anyway, when i'm in shah alam or in limkokwing or in segi, i always wanted to do mass com in Public relation or in hotel management, wanted to own a hotel and beat up paris hilton's income..hahahaha!!!  So i am currently staying outside uitm. Its pretty cool, cz u get to do whatever you want. yeahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so stay tuned!!!&lt;br /&gt;till then..&lt;br /&gt;taaaaa~&lt;br /&gt;Dk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-5202761095054020879?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/5202761095054020879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=5202761095054020879&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/5202761095054020879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/5202761095054020879'/><link 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ur self....&lt;br /&gt;after dis will u kol me....and pujuk me atau just bg biar jak me..???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno wat to say..... im a guy tapi stil ndak salah i nangis kan!!!!!! so let me lyke dis/..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-6485313881230782013?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/6485313881230782013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=6485313881230782013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/6485313881230782013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/6485313881230782013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-my-heart.html' title='from my heart~'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-5180018163075937899</id><published>2008-12-03T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T06:11:35.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What i chose....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I Chose who i chose to be,&lt;br /&gt;I chose for not being literally what i want,&lt;br /&gt;I chose to have a successful life,&lt;br /&gt;I chose not to fully trust people even though they are my best.best.bestest friend (if i have any),&lt;br /&gt;I chose to be who i am,&lt;br /&gt;I chose to be serious, wise,independent and decision making,&lt;br /&gt;I chose to be who i am right now,&lt;br /&gt;A smart woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose what i feel is best for me,&lt;br /&gt;I chose to feel superior,&lt;br /&gt;I chose on how to enjoy in a distinguish manner,&lt;br /&gt;I chose to be not a slut,&lt;br /&gt;I chose to be a bitch whenever i want to,&lt;br /&gt;I chose to hate those who think they are mature,&lt;br /&gt;I chose the figment of my imagination against enemy's,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose lovers and friends,&lt;br /&gt;And i can surely choose whether to leave or stay,&lt;br /&gt;I chose what i want,&lt;br /&gt;And i choose to fix any mishap of myself,&lt;br /&gt;I chose to be the cream among the cream,&lt;br /&gt;I chose to be what i want in life,&lt;br /&gt;And what i chose made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose how to discipline myself,&lt;br /&gt;I chose how i should act with people,&lt;br /&gt;I chose how to interact with stupid people,&lt;br /&gt;I chose to accept and decline facts,&lt;br /&gt;I chose to break the law,&lt;br /&gt;I chose to be evil minded,&lt;br /&gt;I chose to have an ice-queen heart,&lt;br /&gt;I chose my life,&lt;br /&gt;I chose who should judge me,&lt;br /&gt;I chose who i hate,&lt;br /&gt;I chose on which people should not be my friend,&lt;br /&gt;I chose my decision,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose profound love,&lt;br /&gt;I chose love,&lt;br /&gt;I chose not all friends gives benefit,&lt;br /&gt;I chose that friends will not last long,&lt;br /&gt;I chose to have friends will a mindset like me,&lt;br /&gt;I chose the perfect love for me,&lt;br /&gt;I chose who to respect and who should respect me,&lt;br /&gt;I chose to be myself,&lt;br /&gt;I chose that the past is just a tactic to slow you down,&lt;br /&gt;I chose that people who hates me does not have any future,&lt;br /&gt;I chose who could be my friends,&lt;br /&gt;And lastly i chose to be a lawyer and a musician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-5180018163075937899?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/5180018163075937899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=5180018163075937899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/5180018163075937899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/5180018163075937899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-i-chose.html' title='What i chose....'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-2909250650766476223</id><published>2008-11-27T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T04:08:35.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS SHOPPING SPREE EVERYONE!!!</title><content type='html'>HELO HYE AND WELCOME EVERYONE..IN THESE POST YOU WILL FIND COUNTLESS OF BLOG SITES I HAVE ENCOUNTERED WITH EVERYTHING THAT YOU WISH FOR, FROM CLOTHES,SHOES,DRESS AND EVEYTHING!! FROM RETRO, VINTAGE, CLASSIC, MODERN AND ETC.FROM SHOES YOU WILL FIND THE MOST WANTED SEASON AMONGST ALL VARIETY OF SHOES, "GLADIATORS". HEEEEEE :)..AND TO DESSERTS, CUPCAKES!!!! REALLY CUTE AND NICE...SO VIEW ON BABES AND DUDES..IF ITS NOT ENOUGH, I'LL PUT MORE SITES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUPCAKES&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ilovecuppacakes.com/&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;VINTAGE&lt;br /&gt;http://6teas.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://campurjunk.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://doolu-doolu.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://dress-vintage.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.littlevintagehouse.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://nina-one.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://vintage-auction.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.klasikchenta.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://wardrobe-memories.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://ymomsfashion.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://le-kingdom.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.carbootjunkies.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;MIXED&lt;br /&gt;http://malenacloset.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://hellofashionistas.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;NEW&lt;br /&gt;http://francais-kiss.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;BLOGS&lt;br /&gt;http://full-clothes.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://chicandcheap.blox.pl/html&lt;br /&gt;http://www.fashionaddictgirl.com/ &lt;br /&gt;http://cherrymagazine.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://fashionisvintage.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://mustardqueen.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ACCESORIES&lt;br /&gt;http://www.roundbean.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ooweedesigns.com/&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SHOES&lt;br /&gt;http://www.shoessaholic.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;PRE LOVED&lt;br /&gt;http://februaryvintage.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU WANT MORE!!! JUST HOLLA AT YOUR GIRL RIGHT HERE AYTE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-2909250650766476223?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/2909250650766476223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=2909250650766476223&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/2909250650766476223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/2909250650766476223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-shopping-spree-everyone.html' title='ITS SHOPPING SPREE EVERYONE!!!'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-7725033033618985248</id><published>2008-11-25T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T00:06:35.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its a hot and sunny day outside, Just drove to petronas Mart to buy some ice-cream in a drift manner, hehehe ;P. Somehow i felt that i need someone new, someone that could brighten my day, someone that could be with me 24 hours, someone that could say i'll be there for you in any circumstances. I've just had a really pissed of conversation yesterday with someone. Its not a conversation actually its mere instant messaging (YM). Anyhow, all that person could say is "hehehehe", "ish u diz", "no bha" and etc. And what i found out from that conversation is that the person was not serious. That person thinks that i was only blabbering some stupid thoughts of mine. But infact, it gave a huge impact towards our current relationship. Although that person said that that person could not live without me, and say that the person is all tied up with me, i don't give a damn. Why can't i do all those things but if that person wants to do the same thing i was doing back then, i gave permission to that person. I felt that it is not equal, I felt different about that person, i no longer have the same feeling about that person, my perception about that person totally changed. And i don't even understand that person anymore. All that person wants is just about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired going through these phase again, i'm sick of all the excuses that the person have given me, and i'm sick of everything. When i think about letting that person go, the thought about other person approaching that person kinda pissed me off. Does that mean i still have feelings for that person?? But i just can't stand that person's act of which that person has terribly done to me. That person do not know that what that person did left a huge scar deep in my heart. I wanted to do the samething, but i loved that person dearly and i do not want to do the same mistake as that person did to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE THAT PERSON READS THIS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i have lots to say, but i'm afraid of the outcome if i write more about the person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly..&lt;br /&gt;Deekay,&lt;br /&gt;Stay tune&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-7725033033618985248?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/7725033033618985248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=7725033033618985248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/7725033033618985248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/7725033033618985248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-hot-and-sunny-day-outside-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-5387846188771988535</id><published>2008-11-20T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:59:24.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one of those memory blues</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting on my bed, bored by the nothing-ness of doing nothing except online-ning? huh. I was having a flash back where, when i am in a situation like this in UITM Kedah, i would usually knock on my friends door, that is situated in front of my room, and chat with them. If not, i would walk and go up the stairs to sue's room. If not going to either rooms, i would go to the mini mart that is situated beneath my level. But now is a whole new condition, i can't walk to either's room or to the mini mart, but just going up and down the stairs, to the living room, the dining room and to the kitchen. Going outside was not in the idea because there's nothing to do. Usually i would study during these times of hour and would be doing my assignments. But now, i have nothing to do, no studying, no assignments because i have finished everything and my time in UITM Kedah.  Its kinda sad and emotional feeling to think back and said "Those were the days", *sigh*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i think back, i actually want to stay on in UITM Kedah, where everywhere is cheap and everything is cheap.  I miss going to the food court, I miss walking out to the Rental cars, and in fact i miss everything. And weird it is, i miss kedah and penang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey to penang airport after my final was very distressing. I was driving to penang airport and it was the utmost sad feeling i had. I was remembering all the memories i had back then. Going to batu feringghi, the road to komtar, queensbay and everything. Its such a memory. And along the way when i was driving, i flashed back everything i had in penang in a silent feeling of sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i miss everything that eventually lead me to the emo blues. hahahaha!!! anyway, life must go on right. Let it pass what its past. And go forward to reach your goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Deekay,&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-5387846188771988535?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/5387846188771988535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=5387846188771988535&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/5387846188771988535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/5387846188771988535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-one-of-those-memory-blues.html' title='Another one of those memory blues'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-1921415862438648826</id><published>2008-11-18T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T08:47:43.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love you..!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SSLtunTvTDI/AAAAAAAAALQ/JyH04-rtnKk/s1600-h/sunway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SSLtunTvTDI/AAAAAAAAALQ/JyH04-rtnKk/s320/sunway.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270035899058441266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OMG ney i just can't help it...i miss you so much.....you're just the one that i cannot lose in my life.....i love you so much... i want you to be beside me always...i dunno why eventho kadang2 u always buat me marah, but still my love for u tdk pernah pudar nie bah....i love you so much...to all the people yg baca this post....I LOVE MY ney so much...!!!!!!!! i don't want to lose her.... i syg her so much more then my life.....ney....The first time i jumpa u i sudah syang u this so much....hurmmmm.....dunno why...i stil remmeber...i saw u coming out from your house...a little bit chubby..but still my love for u tdk kurang juga.....so its not physically that made me sayang u but....hurmm....dunno lar....its because of i mmg syg u this so much...and i cannot lose u even for one day...NEY!!!!! I LOVE YOU BAH!!!!....and i'm sad......u teda wif me....hurm..........i want u bah....hurmmm come back bah...i syg u dis...i noe kadang2 i buat silap...tapi tdk bermakna i curang dgn u...cuz i ndak pernah pun terlintas mo curang dgn u bah...i wan us to be mo sweet bah...sweet memory only we remember...&lt;br /&gt;ok....i syg u...just now i kol u betapa bahagia nya me dgr suara u.....tapi im too happy until i cry+senyum....love you bha...until now wanna chat wif my ney....yeahhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-1921415862438648826?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/1921415862438648826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=1921415862438648826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/1921415862438648826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/1921415862438648826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-you.html' title='love you..!!!'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SSLtunTvTDI/AAAAAAAAALQ/JyH04-rtnKk/s72-c/sunway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-1594722747104380429</id><published>2008-11-17T06:02:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:52:01.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonders....</title><content type='html'>Its weird when someone said that you are important in his or her life, In the end you feel something wrong between the relationship you have.  You felt the urge to leave them, but never did left.  In the end, you regretted that u did not do the right thing and in the end that person is the ones that left you behind.  All those promises, and all those words are meaningless.  There are alot of human beings out there in the world and why should we stuck with just one.  I should have think before i mislead my self into believing that what you say and did to me was nevertheless just a figment of an act to make me feel comfortable, thus giving you the advantage to control my feelings and emotions towards you.  But in the end, what you expect for me to understand you is so incredibly apprehensive that made the understanding that i made towards you to nothing.  Of course i understand you, but truthfully, you are the same as someone i knew that is not being themselves truthfully first, and later you take advantage of it and make more negative attitude.  When you want someone to like you, or to accept the way you are, please don't take advantage of them.  When they feel that they are being treated like that, they will do the same thing to you and thus you will assume that both of you are the same and you will make an excuse saying that your attitude is like this, asking people to accept the way you are, saying that all your friends are like this. Truthfully, they did that because they just want you to know how they felt, no wonder they keep on talking bad things about you behind your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep on saying that everyone is your bestfriend, till they believe that you are the only person they think as a true friend.  But in reality, u just want sympathy on people, u just want the desire of attention only to you, to make you feel that you are important. But to me, to have a real bestfriend, is when you don't feel neglected by them, to feel that you are being appreciated, is not selfish and always think of others need.  But, my point there is wrong that neither one of it fits you. I am so dissapointed of your selfishness. Don't make an excuse because of some family related problem or friends problem.  I have countered many people with much more worst situation then yours, and they just do fine in life and also in friends.  Because they can think.  Even though your academic performance is great, but still you are infact people who is so lack of intelligence in over going life and reality.  You simply think of fantasy even little kids could think of.  Lying is not the most appropriate thing to do, it brings out the worst of you. You tend to be all snotty and show off when you have everything, but when you don't, you just go to the flow.  That is what i call being such a faker. You tend to talk things that you don't know and make it sound that you know, but in fact you are making a fool out of yourself and people know it, they just keep quite hoping that you realize what you're doing, thinking that you are old enough to think by your own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go on with the prospect i have, and its up to you to just take it and take your time to think of what you have done, what you don't quite understand yet about your friends and what mistake have you ever did and lied to them on something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then,&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-1594722747104380429?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/1594722747104380429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=1594722747104380429&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/1594722747104380429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/1594722747104380429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2008/11/wonders.html' title='Wonders....'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-8528397993231125313</id><published>2008-11-13T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:24:11.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really fast hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/23HgKZr2IgI"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/23HgKZr2IgI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-8528397993231125313?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/8528397993231125313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=8528397993231125313&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/8528397993231125313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/8528397993231125313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2008/11/really-fast-hands.html' title='Really fast hands'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-6510797777109113312</id><published>2008-11-13T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:45:31.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>only for you dk mazrianah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SRvlo6CrU-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/66cwNOCMxX0/s1600-h/me+and+huney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SRvlo6CrU-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/66cwNOCMxX0/s320/me+and+huney.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268056680077939682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SRvj5ZJ9ruI/AAAAAAAAAKo/hyt0cy2X8pA/s1600-h/me2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SRvj5ZJ9ruI/AAAAAAAAAKo/hyt0cy2X8pA/s320/me2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268054764284653282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ney&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i wan u to know dat i love u more den everything in my life and u shud noe dat sejak dari awal lagi i kenal you. And now we are having a really big problem....and we will try to solve dis problem cuz for me, everthing can be settled....dari me...i want u 2 change cuz that will make me feel better agen...i ony want u to ckp baik2 dgn me cuz now u owez cakap dgn me suka hati u jak...and u ndak pernah mo fikir apa akibat dari pa u buat dat....it will make me feel down...u pun tau jgak kan dat i nie sensitive pnya org, my hati is really fragile..so plz take care of this heart...and u owez penting kan apa yg u mo dulu....u owez ckap dgn i fikir apa yg org tu mo juga...u mo i buat mcm tu cuz mo i fikir bout u dulu apa yg u want...but u din do dat cuz apa yg u mo only about pa yg u fikir.....thats why i marah......and u i sudah ajar u mcam2 cara how to take care my hati tapi not all pun u buat, fine if not all i pun tia kisah tapi lagi banyak u bg sakit hati i dari u bg i rasa sweet...tu yg i lagi ndak suka...and i sudah blajar ndak mo kongkong u.....tapi everytime u ask me u wanna go out....u owez ask dgn suara yg not nice, then u will paksa me....kan lagi bagus if u ask me bagus2....if u ask me bagus2 and mana u mo pigi tu tmpt bagus mustahil i  ndak bagi lar........i ndak pernah mo marah u bah ney kalau u ndak pernah mo buat me marh....just small thing tu i can tahan lar if once in a while tapi kalau sudah small thing kena buat balik2 and everyday berulang2 memang i sakit hatilar.....so dun ckp small thing tu besak jak k... i hope u still remember dis picture..i simpan dis picture cuz i feel dat is the time yg i feel u so sweet....dunno why maybe cuz baru kenal.....ney about break up tu i pernah terfikir and cuz i fikir to make me cry....so u bayang kan lar even ony think bout dat sudah make me cry apa lagi kalau i break up wif u so I DONT WANT IT TO HAPPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! dun wanna let u go bah...sampai bila2...i akan cuba sedaya upaya i untuk kekal dgn u cuz i love you so much..... so ney im sory if i ada ckp sumthing yg buat u sakit ati....but trust me i ndak bermaksud pun...its for our own good k...i love you ney so much...so plz start from now 4.27 pm 13/november/2008 thursday..plz change k...i tia mo we menyesal dgn apa yg kita tdk buat ok...love you so muchh.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-6510797777109113312?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/6510797777109113312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=6510797777109113312&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/6510797777109113312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/6510797777109113312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2008/11/only-for-you-dk-mazrianah.html' title='only for you dk mazrianah'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SRvlo6CrU-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/66cwNOCMxX0/s72-c/me+and+huney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-1702679858939797339</id><published>2008-11-12T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T07:13:11.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really tired</title><content type='html'>There's a reason why i said that i am so freaking tired.  I am freaking tired to think of things that is way out of my league, such as, to think of damn losers who acts so much like a child and never do get the will power to change. Pity, they are gonna be the same even when they grow up. And i hate to think back those old days even though its good or bad, but somehow somewhere i hate to think of those stupid memories i had back then. I am really tired when people don't tend to realize their mistake on their own. I am really tired when people loves to lie even though their friends. I am really tired to try and to cooperate with people who can't even be ethical (sopan) in both ways even with friends or anybody (except enemies). I am really tired to think about enemies who really get's in my way, yep, you know who you are.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really tired of all the things they did to me, either good or bad. I am really tired to think of the consequences,  that i know people may not follow and it hits them real hard, then they'll believe every thing i told them. I am really tired of all the things i did and never do feel appreciated.  I am really tired to hear about people boast about stuff that they never really had and boast about stories they think they know but actually its a false starts.  I am really tired of people who looks down on others.  I am really tired of people who loves to mimic others or copying others. I am really tired of hypocrites. I am really tired who just DON'T GET IT!!.  I am really tired of people who is really a pain in the ass.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really tired of people who acts so much like she's a star. I am tired of people who really believe in fantasy.  I am really tired of people who likes to act cool like an adult but actually their NOT! I am really tired of people who can't even pronounce the word thank you, sorry, forgive me, and etc.  I am really tired of people who don't have aims in life.  I am really tired of people that is childish, annoying, lack of intelligence and immature.  I am really tired of people who likes to take advantage of others.  I am really tired of people that has the simplest minds of the stupidest people in the world. I am really tired to people who loves to be a bias.  I am really tired of people who thinks that they are so perfect.  I really am tired of people who can't keep promises.  I am really tired of people that is snobbish, selfish and who doesn't even try his or her best to work hard.  I am really tired of people that is really stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, i am really tired...oh wait, not tired, really really fucking hate people who does not be themselves and tries to act so "oh i'm cool" when actually their not. Really hate people who loves to steal others self-esteem. Moreover, i hate people who disintegrates everything that i have spoken up there, and things that i have not spoken that is fucking bad then the ones i have spoken. Get it?? If not, read it back again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer~&lt;br /&gt;Deekay~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-1702679858939797339?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/1702679858939797339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=1702679858939797339&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/1702679858939797339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/1702679858939797339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2008/11/really-tired.html' title='Really tired'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-7082335176849709095</id><published>2008-11-10T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:56:00.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What my birthday means...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Birthdate: March 22&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be understated and under appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a hidden force to do amazing things, doing them your own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may see you as strange and shy, but they know little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your unconventional ways have more power than they (and even you) know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Standing up for what you know is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: You tend to be picky and rigid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-7082335176849709095?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/7082335176849709095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=7082335176849709095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/7082335176849709095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/7082335176849709095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-my-birthday-means.html' title='What my birthday means...'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-727013295205630511</id><published>2008-11-09T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T07:20:46.326-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T'/><title type='text'>The end of final!!!!</title><content type='html'>It is such a relief to be out from the final blues.  Yeap, Everyone was really happy. And to think about it, i have some pictures to share with all of you. Before the last last paper starts (that's law) and the after the last last paper, hehehe..it is such a relief!!! Everyone was like, "oh damn!!!" kinda situation.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SRbt3lSJ-LI/AAAAAAAAAJo/o4IajZI1_Xg/s1600-h/100_2302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SRbt3lSJ-LI/AAAAAAAAAJo/o4IajZI1_Xg/s320/100_2302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266658353413224626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yep, this was it, don't be persuaded by our looks of happy before the finals hahaha!!! anyway, more to come, Muker kiteorg nie semua muker pasrah!! hehehe TENSHION!! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SRbvSqkm5AI/AAAAAAAAAJw/y05-YQJAnqc/s1600-h/100_2305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SRbvSqkm5AI/AAAAAAAAAJw/y05-YQJAnqc/s320/100_2305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266659918200890370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep, everyone was like trying to memorize all the cases and the acts, the law, the names, the elements, the everything!!! yes, that is how tension we all are. The what do you call it, memorizension, cool huh, hahaha!!! anyway, here we were, at that same place for all our final papers, sitting down on the floor, reading notes, memorizing everything, thinking about it makes me feel more nostalgic about it, huhu, sob, sob..anyway, it was a 2 hours paper, for the last last final paper. And this is the picture after we've finished our last last final paper, hehehe..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SRbxHo0dmzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/m8DbLvCBr9I/s1600-h/100_2306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SRbxHo0dmzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/m8DbLvCBr9I/s320/100_2306.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266661927775214386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hehehe, yep, this is the after..all of us are like so happy!!!! after that, me and my friends went to o' town, opposite village mall, hehe..we were wanting to eat o'town since the beginning of final. Belle, Anur and Panda was like " Nooooo!!! after finla la!!!!" and sue was like "i want MCD!!!!" and i was like "Shut up!!!" Sgt2 menaikkan keinginan makan benda2 tu!! huh!! yea anyway, after the final we planned to go to Bukit Merah as our last convo ride with the boys.  It was so much fun!!! we all went all the slides and not all the rides la, so keinginan...huhuhu..we took pictures at the entrance and everwhere!!! hehehe... here's the picture..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SRb0PLCfxYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/jB-1huB336c/s1600-h/DSC_1370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SRb0PLCfxYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/jB-1huB336c/s320/DSC_1370.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266665355754849666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SRb0OtJ7xsI/AAAAAAAAAKY/YTHLaVzEXhw/s1600-h/DSC_1363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SRb0OtJ7xsI/AAAAAAAAAKY/YTHLaVzEXhw/s320/DSC_1363.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266665347732981442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SRb0OYBzwGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/wrqieRMyjHs/s1600-h/100_2359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SRb0OYBzwGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/wrqieRMyjHs/s320/100_2359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266665342061756514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SRb0Nq2QysI/AAAAAAAAAKI/tEjqDiEct-8/s1600-h/100_2360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SRb0Nq2QysI/AAAAAAAAAKI/tEjqDiEct-8/s320/100_2360.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266665329933732546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SRb0NFiTdZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pv-f2wwmpWI/s1600-h/100_2352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SRb0NFiTdZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pv-f2wwmpWI/s320/100_2352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266665319917909394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe cool huh!!! this is the before we went swimming clothes. It was a blast!!!! there were 5 girls and 17 guys. The guys of course were my friends. But yea, its like almost all of the pre-lawrian guys most of it went down to BM!!! damn!!! after that, all of us got sunburn, we were like " HELL NO!!!"..hahaha...need to put more pictures!!!!! yep...anyway, we were all very happy and excited!!!! hehehehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-727013295205630511?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/727013295205630511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=727013295205630511&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/727013295205630511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/727013295205630511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2008/11/end-of-final.html' title='The end of final!!!!'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SRbt3lSJ-LI/AAAAAAAAAJo/o4IajZI1_Xg/s72-c/100_2302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-8841875159820024679</id><published>2008-11-07T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T04:31:40.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very tiring day but a fun day too!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-8841875159820024679?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/8841875159820024679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=8841875159820024679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/8841875159820024679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/8841875159820024679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2008/11/very-tiring-day-but-fun-day-too.html' title='A Very tiring day but a fun day too!!!'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-5954966361437300365</id><published>2008-11-01T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T06:01:26.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY DEAREST FRIENDS!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Everyone's statement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deekay: Huhuhuhu, just made wani panda cry...huhu...sorry~ huhu..anyway...yeah!!!!!! Love you guys so much!!!! hehehehe...Tdk lama lg abish final yeahahahaha!!! weeeee!!!! orait!!! after that can go jln2!!! hehehehe!!! have fun babeh!!! hehehe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Yeah...mummy i love you so much...but just now u put dat cat on my leg..i wont               &lt;br /&gt;       forgive u for that..geli tau mummy!! ~ huh..another one you like to buli my    &lt;br /&gt;       ardeeana,hurm..jahat...tapi overall i love you so much and hope you wont forget&lt;br /&gt;       me in Shah Alam later huh..if u lupe i, i guin to do sumthing to ur cat...&lt;br /&gt;Ardeeana Natasya: mummy deekay jahat..always buli me!!nnt mamau fren wit mummy deekay..and i will kick your cat if u buli me again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanie panda: huuu mummy soriii... tadi tension sket.. eventho we just knl dis sem.. but u are my mummy.. i love you so much.. and please dun forget that tau...mumy sgt takut wit newspaper.. wahaha...now i can bully her wit that..yehaha..mumy fart a lot.. time tido pon kentot.bluekkk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suria sue: mummy deekay alwys fart silence!! hahah she's my true fren n i love u so        much even u crazy fucker bitch...but inside u my angel n survivor hahaha xoxoxo u my laughter and my sweechie poochie bestie. We quarrel and we being sakit ati to ech other but it only took 15mnits threfore its useless when we fought..hahaha sweet memory!!~ hope we keep our sacred friendship last long...Fyi, i alwys get taik donggot from mumy...eeeeaauuwww disgusting!!! but no matter what i still love u for who u are..coz we grew to be the true we are...Cheers!!~ hold on to the true friendship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annur cute: mummy!!!! I love you gul!!! Hahaha.. i've never met anyone like you.. A diamond in the ruff.. You have so many side of you that i can't never expect to came out.. Crazy one time, serious one time, and so damn matured suddenly.. Never get bored with your attitude... Cheer up my days and nights la mummy... Funny funny FUNNY!!!!.. That is all i can describe you (for now la)... But still, the farting is not normal dude... hahahaha.. hope we'll be as close as this forever k mummy... Don't be a skimpy biatch and a poser k... knowing you, i know you won't... Thats why i LOVE you!!!!! =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe...So that's what my friends said. They're the closest thing that have ever happen to me..:D...so yea!!!!! that is why i love them so much!!!!!!! hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-5954966361437300365?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/5954966361437300365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=5954966361437300365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/5954966361437300365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/5954966361437300365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-dearest-friends.html' title='MY DEAREST FRIENDS!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-5025682077461747609</id><published>2008-10-26T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T06:54:16.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABOUT ME</title><content type='html'>I don't be friends with people whom i already hate.  Even though they ask for forgiveness or want to do something to correct it. So what, i don't keep grudges because it is so " Oh not me", I don't want to even look at that particular person because what she did is really DEEP. Only people who does that to me will i never be friends again. Seek for forgiveness, what the hell, its not about forgiveness or whatever that is equivalent to it, its how you did something REALLY4 wrong. And there are few person's whom i feel disgusted with. Even though they seek for forgiveness i still, and yea, "whatever" i forgive them, but i still stick with my priorities, is that, never be friends or acknowledge of their existence ever again. So, yea, dendam??? That is so not me, that is a immature act and a childish act to do. Me??? deekay??? whatever~ I am me. When i hate someone, i don't intend to be all mesra to them. Just like i said, don't cari pasal with me. i HATE SOMEONE BECAUSE I DON'T LIKE YOU. So stop all your immature act. okay~..Only i miracle could make me be ok with you. Its not about you changing yourself so that people would like you, its about what you physically did and verbally did. Even though whatever sorry ker aper ker, i forgive ker, i will still don't like you for who you are. Kesian sgt you jadi mcm nie. huh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-5025682077461747609?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/5025682077461747609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=5025682077461747609&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/5025682077461747609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/5025682077461747609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2008/10/about-me.html' title='ABOUT ME'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-4870635493779046728</id><published>2008-10-26T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T06:06:26.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I LOVE MY BIEY'/><title type='text'>For the only person i LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SQRebdYkPRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RXp66f74EhM/s1600-h/hafeez+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SQRebdYkPRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RXp66f74EhM/s320/hafeez+7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261434090512727314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This blog is dedicated to the one and only love of my life.  He's name is Hafeez Almudin, he's a year older then me and were both from Likas, kota Kinabalu Sabah. He calls me Ney and i call him biey. We are 7 hours apart from each other right now. And yea, i am missing him so badly. We know each other from friendster.  He viewed my profile, so i viewed his. This occur after my SPM on the 16 of December 2006. He sent me a Testimonial and stated that whether my initial "M" where i wore it around my neck, is my name or my boyfriends name.  So i replied back saying that it is my name and i asked why? He said that he was curious about the initial M. And so he asked for my YM. So i gave it to him. I onlined, and so did he. However it was only a short chat, because i was bored and there's nothing to talk about. After that, we did not chat for about 1 month, but still, i don't know why i kept on viewing his pictures in his profile and so does he viewed mine too.  Apparently, we had a crush onto each other but we just ignored the feeling.  So, one day, I onlined, and so does he, he buzz me several times, and i was pissed off because i was listening to some cool music. So i buzz him back acknowledging his call. So, from that part and so on is what brings that story that what made us together now and for all eternity. As our relationship grew, there are our ups and downs, there are times when he looked gloomy and sad  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SQRhSRpFnlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/uK3TUbAvgdA/s1600-h/HneyBiey273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SQRhSRpFnlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/uK3TUbAvgdA/s320/HneyBiey273.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261437231276858962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is sad because sometimes i am being to rough on him. And there are times where i did not give him any attention at all. Because i was being so selfish that i wanted more attention from him, i wanted more "manja-ness" from him.  He gave me everything that i wanted, but only me. He only wanted some time from me, he wanted to express his feelings towards me, but i just ignored it. Yea, i know, i may be bad, but i am trying so hard to be good to him. But i do not do this thing very often la. Its that just sometimes i wanted to change badly so that he could be happy. Just this afternoon we had a big fight. I made him really sad and say things that i should not say. But as phrases goes through our minds when we are mad just slipped through my mouth.  I just wish that he could be there right infront of me and give me a huge slap on the face.  Then i know that he really want me for ever. Sometimes i feel bad about him when he is being so nice to me.  Because when i think back i always break his heart. Not the kind of "oh i have other boyfriends besides him or i slept with another guy, or i kissed another guy" NO!!!!!! i'm not like that!! I am very faithful when it comes to pure REAL relationship, and i am lucky because i got someone who really cares for me.  I love him so much and i never wanna let him go!! Also, there are times when were both are really happy!!! :D...This is when we see each other face to face.  I love him so much when i could see his face near mine, when i can feel his warm hands onto my hands. I just love him so much!! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SQRj9V5Z-XI/AAAAAAAAAI4/juE7b60vFW0/s1600-h/HneyBiey509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SQRj9V5Z-XI/AAAAAAAAAI4/juE7b60vFW0/s320/HneyBiey509.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261440170176674162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Only when we see each other then will we be very lovable. I just can't stand the long distance were having!! i'm very happy if i could see him everyday physically. I love him so dear much when he is not here with me, if i just think about him, my heart is about to explode because he's not right here beside me. I want to hold him, because i sayang him so much. I love him till eternity!! Biey, i know sometimes i could be really a pain in the ass sometimes, but i always loved you, and there's no other guy beside you in my life. I want us to be together forever and i want to have a life and future with you.  I love you so much biey, there's no other words could explain how deep is my love for you.  Just mere words are not enough to cover up all of my feelings and love towards you. I miss you. Everyday, every second, every moment of my life. I need you badly. I just want you to be beside me for all eternity. I just want my time to be done here in Kedah so that When i am in Shah Alam i could see my biey!!!! yay!!!! i'm so happy that i could see you darling!!! hehehe.. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SQRlterQPQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/1HpcrAk8SdQ/s1600-h/15022008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SQRlterQPQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/1HpcrAk8SdQ/s320/15022008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261442096678583554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SQRltZwpRKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/9Rm2czi6K_0/s1600-h/HneyBiey1132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SQRltZwpRKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/9Rm2czi6K_0/s320/HneyBiey1132.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261442095359018146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SQRltDxEZdI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pDGNl96fT0s/s1600-h/HneyBiey1044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SQRltDxEZdI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pDGNl96fT0s/s320/HneyBiey1044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261442089455216082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And i am sorry, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY SORRY for anything that i have done to you. It's just that, i did not notice my fault until you point it out to me. By then it was too late for you were heart broken and my apologize was not enough to cover your heart. All that i want you to know is that i loved you so much darling, more the words itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SQRnJqvtQ_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/mjMw6FFe0Oo/s1600-h/HneyBiey1126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SQRnJqvtQ_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/mjMw6FFe0Oo/s320/HneyBiey1126.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261443680466453490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...I love you so much darling!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Ney~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-4870635493779046728?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/4870635493779046728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=4870635493779046728&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/4870635493779046728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/4870635493779046728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-only-person-i-love.html' title='For the only person i LOVE'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SQRebdYkPRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RXp66f74EhM/s72-c/hafeez+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-1311137788731671311</id><published>2008-10-25T05:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T06:06:26.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I LOVE MY BIEY'/><title type='text'>Spending the day out in the campus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SQMZ9e_oHOI/AAAAAAAAAHU/DVpSNvLvF7w/s1600-h/HneyBiey1160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SQMZ9e_oHOI/AAAAAAAAAHU/DVpSNvLvF7w/s320/HneyBiey1160.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261077333781519586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, you may say that we are crazy to do this stuff before finals.  But hey, we've spent alot of time studying until just that one time you feel that your brain is about to explode. Me, sek, a-nor, and panda wani. Sue was not in the picture because she went out with kak epa.  So anyway, yup...we actually went to the stadium and played lontar peluru (using a stone)..so yea~ eventually, it is crazy but yea, it was fun..Wanted to put in the video, but there's some minor technical problem, so nevermind la.  Anyway, yea, besides that, we went jumping seriously it was so much fun!!! hehehe..this is annur's jump..apparently, yea, she is small and yes, when she jump, its like woah~...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SQMjTJUiCnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/yyaXv-zw-wA/s1600-h/DSC07804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SQMjTJUiCnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/yyaXv-zw-wA/s320/DSC07804.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261087601525394034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told ya we had so much fun.  And not forgetting panda's jump!!! Star jump with sek acting like a mouse in search of a whole. Sek!!! Whole??? Lubang??? hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SQMf12vT35I/AAAAAAAAAHk/aPNVyiECFzQ/s1600-h/HneyBiey1156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SQMf12vT35I/AAAAAAAAAHk/aPNVyiECFzQ/s320/HneyBiey1156.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261083799786348434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told ya she's a star...and not forgetting mine too!! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SQMg1nY5UEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/u0lVMJT0FoU/s1600-h/DSC07810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SQMg1nY5UEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/u0lVMJT0FoU/s320/DSC07810.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261084895177429058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SQMg1A6ZDbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/vZWLNYaVUGE/s1600-h/HneyBiey1153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SQMg1A6ZDbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/vZWLNYaVUGE/s320/HneyBiey1153.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261084884848938418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, practically, we had so much fun!!! hehe...and not to forget, sek..bergila time tu..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SQMhhemgNJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Is7hO9uOdqk/s1600-h/DSC07819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SQMhhemgNJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Is7hO9uOdqk/s320/DSC07819.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261085648732828818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SQMhgx41NnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/dva-cgeSNEY/s1600-h/DSC07805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SQMhgx41NnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/dva-cgeSNEY/s320/DSC07805.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261085636730107506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea, we all had a terrific and jolly time.  Who would'nt!!! the picture of me and sek sitting and standing on a concrete tube is at the monkey bar section, near to malinja college.  Yep, we were out spending some good joyful time!! Hehehe.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SQMiPfDYE_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/3oXa4irheBQ/s1600-h/HneyBiey1158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SQMiPfDYE_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/3oXa4irheBQ/s320/HneyBiey1158.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261086439127913458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cool huh!!!! camera girl, sek!!! hehehehe... But the most memorable picture that will always be remebered is the logo of uitm Kedah, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SQMixW9TjfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/0zvI8i8bp7g/s1600-h/HneyBiey1174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SQMixW9TjfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/0zvI8i8bp7g/s320/HneyBiey1174.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261087021070519794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due ekor beruk kat blkg tu pun SS gak tgkp gmbr. hahahahahaha!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-1311137788731671311?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/1311137788731671311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=1311137788731671311&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/1311137788731671311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/1311137788731671311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2008/10/spending-day-out-in-campus.html' title='Spending the day out in the campus'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SQMZ9e_oHOI/AAAAAAAAAHU/DVpSNvLvF7w/s72-c/HneyBiey1160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-4196665826461406948</id><published>2008-10-24T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T06:06:26.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I LOVE MY BIEY'/><title type='text'>Kinda sad..</title><content type='html'>My topic for today is yea...kinda sad. I'm feeling a bit sad because i am trying to ignore my biey due to my final's next week.  And yea, kinda sad that i will be leaving UITM kedah in a short moment in time.  All the memories that i gain from staying here, will just mere memories of discreet time in my head. Remembering those times makes my tears making its way through my eyes.  And the feeling of those memories will make me miss this place even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two days ago, Where the last day of class occurred in B3 and in TEC13. Kinda sad leaving my lecturers. Though we took lots of pictures. hehehehe..And mdm. Shafinah recorded us on her camera. Must be very touching to watch the video all over again to look at the past.  hurmm...feeling a bit emo right now, hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, must move on with our life right, so yea, what is past, let be the pass and leave it as a memorie.  So so long. Maybe this is the last blog i would be writing here in UITM mERbok kedah, or i think the second. heheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyway, till then,&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-4196665826461406948?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/4196665826461406948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=4196665826461406948&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/4196665826461406948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/4196665826461406948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2008/10/kinda-sad.html' title='Kinda sad..'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-4023843031741457095</id><published>2008-10-23T03:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T06:06:26.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I LOVE MY BIEY'/><title type='text'>Battling my final sem this year</title><content type='html'>Its been a year and a half since i have been in UITM merbok kedah.  Alot has pass and new once to gain.  Old memories to fade and up-coming gonna be new memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot have changed in me. More understanding on the term of blurrrrrr~ hahaa!! I think i'm crapping.  Nyways..i had so much fun here in Kedah.  Although i have my ups and down here in Sungai Petani Kedah.  But hey, who's to blame??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time you step into Kedah, you will ask " hey, what's for entertainment?" And yea...same thing goes to everyone.  And, they will usually say this.  Penang.  Each and every first year students will sakai...everyday go to penang. waste money on the useless trip.  And yes, eventually, i have been alot on those useless trips.  But if a planed one, yea..its rather enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing people would do in penang, is to go to queensbay and gurney.  After that, Batu feringghi.  After that, Momo, SS, Moist and bla, bla,bla...hahaha!!! And the typical stay in Sri sayang condominium. At a cheap and rather interesting rate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i have learn here in Kedah is that, everyones a hypocrite and every where's there's hypocrites. The girls and the guys here in Kedah are all the same.  But only a quarter of them that is really nice. The guys are like BULLSHIT and the girls here are like BITCH. What more to say to them when they are in the condition of a culture shock.  tsk,tsk,stk. May you all burn in hell someday with all the fucking bullshit you do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, please ignore the anesthetic of my language. Yes, back to the issue. And also what i have learn here in kedah is you surely can't stop racial Discrimination.  God damn they sure want the may 16 tragedy to happen all over again. ( is it 16 or 13) not quite sure, but yea, i know the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The City lights kids are like, fuck i'm not gonna be friends with you kampung kids.  Well, lets not forget where you're parents and grandparents are from.  Its lucky for you because you don't have to go through the pain they do to make your family rich back on the old days.  &lt;br /&gt;And a typical Human being, Bila sdh bnyk duit, lupa dah daratan.  Alot happen to malay, chinese and even indian people.  But the most humble of all when they have lots of money are the chinese and indian people.  I solute them, even more, i love them. To be truthfull, i am not fond of the malay system.  I hate the malay system!!! they are so bias.  Hey its not the chinese and the indian's fault that the malay's are way back. You got all the advantages of schools, and the words that "melayu diutamakan".  But i did not see any hardwork on to anything.  kalau ada pun segelintir je. The most i hear to be a lawyer, an engineer, a pilot MOST are the chinese and indian, because they work hard. Because if they don't work hard, they can't survive here because everything is for the malay.  But with high grades and high education of learning, yea, they (chinese and indian) can get anything they want.  And the same goes to the malay, but there's still a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurm...Not to sound All bias and all, but i'm not.  Chinese and indian's too have their own wrong doings but hey.  Who started it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe my crappiness is out of the topic.  So yea...what ever...its my blog and i can do anything am i right.  You drop a fucking comment on my page, you'll get a fucking immature permanent title to your Dignity.  If you don't have any, you sure are an idiot human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, till then..and stay tune..&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-4023843031741457095?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/4023843031741457095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=4023843031741457095&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/4023843031741457095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/4023843031741457095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2008/10/battling-my-final-sem-this-year.html' title='Battling my final sem this year'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-6068008013448036895</id><published>2008-10-20T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T06:39:19.794-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I LOVE MY BIEY'/><title type='text'>All the things she do</title><content type='html'>As time flies by, you realize that you are happy with what you got.  As for me, i'm thankful with everything that i have right now.  Of course everyone has their own opinion, but still, be thankful and you will get more than what you bargain on what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have made lovers, friends and best friends into my life.  Giving permission to them to enter my life.  Just three days ago i went to KL to visit my biey.  Missed him so much. Here's our picture:  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPzAaDEeh7I/AAAAAAAAAFc/TnZuvBp9S8U/s1600-h/HneyBiey1120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPzAaDEeh7I/AAAAAAAAAFc/TnZuvBp9S8U/s320/HneyBiey1120.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259290018595112882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPzAadf9TPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DMzQfsZSL0k/s1600-h/HneyBiey1124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPzAadf9TPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DMzQfsZSL0k/s320/HneyBiey1124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259290025689697522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPzAadhmW5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/enhBbBQqgrU/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPzAadhmW5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/enhBbBQqgrU/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259290025696582546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPzAauHEigI/AAAAAAAAAF0/T7CjoAgx9E0/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPzAauHEigI/AAAAAAAAAF0/T7CjoAgx9E0/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259290030148717058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPzAazqgdFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/6caVsIgtgKY/s1600-h/HneyBiey1117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPzAazqgdFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/6caVsIgtgKY/s320/HneyBiey1117.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259290031639524434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, eventually.  HE'S MINE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, what lead me to believe in friendship back again is always the term of unbelievably fucking hard.  I don't tend to have friends who actually accept me, But Life have thought me alot, and i am willingly accepting the fact that yes, friends that granted my permission to enter my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since then, i have been telling my self that, yep, you can always have lots of friends and real true friends in your life.  But do you trust each and everyone of them?  So be smart, Don't fall into a trap!!!!  When a person could say verbally say that you are his or her bestfriend, i'm telling you, they are just doing that because they just want attention.  Changing bestfriends, changing friends.  All they want is the advantage they get when they are with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i have lots of friends, and among these friends that i have, the only person that i trust most is Sue.  My one and only bestfriend.  Too many bestfriends make relationship of friends more complicated.  For example, when you favour you other friend, your other friend will get jealous and thus war broke through.  So in the end, you will end up with one bestfriend, but still you will also be surrounded by friends who also cares for you. I DISLIKE DRAMA, so yea, i keep things to the minimum.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the picture of sue, the only person (friend) that i allowed to know everything about my life. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPzGyCiQlRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_rvQazdGtN4/s1600-h/HneyBiey528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPzGyCiQlRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_rvQazdGtN4/s320/HneyBiey528.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259297027838219538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, that's her. (Poyo kan)...hehehe...anyway, the rest of my friends, is also the ones that i trust too.  Only them i trust. Kiteorg bosan so ambik gmbr arrr!! hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPzGHAxUNfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hyalEX2Tqck/s1600-h/Snapshot_20081019_62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPzGHAxUNfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hyalEX2Tqck/s320/Snapshot_20081019_62.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259296288630126066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPzGHTz33CI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ad5I_k3r8q4/s1600-h/Snapshot_20081019_63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPzGHTz33CI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ad5I_k3r8q4/s320/Snapshot_20081019_63.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259296293741124642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPzGH9TuLKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/URe5YcJARWs/s1600-h/Snapshot_20081019_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/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPzGH9TuLKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/URe5YcJARWs/s320/Snapshot_20081019_10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259296304880561314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPzGIQQ3tgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nXs1b-9RKpg/s1600-h/Snapshot_20081019_24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPzGIQQ3tgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nXs1b-9RKpg/s320/Snapshot_20081019_24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259296309968877058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, apparently those are the person that is dearest to me.  My biey, i lovehims o much, even tho he could sometimes be a very pain in the ass, But i sayang him soooooooooooo much!!!! And i pun can sometimes be a very pain in the ass to him sometimes. hehehehe...so yea apparently we're the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue, when you guys look at us, you will say that were the bad ass peopz.  But when you know us, you will take back on what you say bout us.  And the rest, are my good friends EVER!!! (Only in the picture)...haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea anyway, stay tune,&lt;br /&gt;till then!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-6068008013448036895?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/6068008013448036895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=6068008013448036895&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/6068008013448036895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/6068008013448036895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-things-she-do.html' title='All the things she do'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPzAaDEeh7I/AAAAAAAAAFc/TnZuvBp9S8U/s72-c/HneyBiey1120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-2201240121721103571</id><published>2008-10-19T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T06:06:26.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I LOVE MY BIEY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S'/><title type='text'>Curiosity</title><content type='html'>Everybody is always curious.  How do i live my life? Who's my friends when i was in sekolah rendah and sekolah menengah?  Well to tell you the truth, i'm just plain simple.  But not that simple as you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to start of,  I have been introduced to the world on the 22nd of march approximately on the afternoon if i'm not mistaken.  Yes, i sedar when i dikeluarkan dari rahim ibuku (whatever!!!).. Anyway, at the age of 3 years old, I've been sent to kindergarten until i was 6 years old.  So yea, i spent 3 years in kindergarten.  And the schools name was Tunasari, and it exists until now.  I do still remember that i was so lazy to go to kindergarten that time and my mom would usually force me to wake up. Hahaha!!! My friends in kindergarten was a bit of a so so.  As usual, i went to kindergarten with my cousin.  So yea, she's my friend back then.  We do had other friends but not as close as us.  Yes i know, COUSINS!!!  So anyway, when we were about to finish kindergarten, we were given this borang to our parents to state where are we going to school at during our primary year.  All of my friends in kindergarten followed my cousin to St. Francis.  But i went to S.R.K. ST. AGNES.  Yup, there i was, excited to be in primary one.  Oe what ever!!  Anyway, when i was in primary one,  My best friends name was Nurain Nasir.  She sat beside me.  But the thing is, when i was in primary one, i always cried, i needed my mommy~ yep, the same thing goes to my other cousin that is schooling at the same place as i am.  heheheh..Anyway, yea..Oe yea, back to my best friend during that time.  I think that she is pissed off at me until now because i did not attended to her birthday party together with our friends who are in the same class.  She went to my birthday party, but i did not went to hers, Because i got something going on at that time.  So most probably, yea, she's pissed off about that.  Then when we were in primary two, she got more friends then me, like she wanted a revenge or something because of what happened during primary one.  Seriously when i was in primary one, i was really well-known then her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so off to primary two.  Yea, she got more friends then me just because she was the grandchild of a menteri besar in Sabah at that time.  So yea, everyone wanted to be friends with her.  In primary two, i was close friends with my cousin again. hahaha!!! we stayed together until we were in primary three.  Yep, same class since primary two.  We were friends with this twin, Evelin and Evelina.  God i still remember their names!  Yep, she was all, very how you say, poyo, loves attention from the guys and so on.  Where else me, i'm more of a tomboyish and athletic loving girl. Hahaha!!  But to make me more the her, i was always top in class, and she would be around almost back of the class.  But still i love her, because she's my cousin!!! And when i am in primary 3 is when i started wearing glasses.  Seriously, when i wore glasses that time, everyone was like following up what i do back then. Its like i'm the trend setter that time.  So yea, what the hell, i was a bit of the highlight there.  Oe yea, did i tell you that i was in england during my primary two and three?? and four. Yup!! hahahaha...no lies, but all truth, this is where you will get to know my personality in the end of the story.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next, i'm in primary four.  This is when i am, what do you call it, back together with my ex-best friend in primary one.  But we were not as close as we were in primary one.  This time, okay i mengaku, she's more front then me.  People loves her, anyone will believe what she said because she's Intan Nurain.  Well as me, i'm the athletic type of person, where i don't do any geddik stuff.  And i am always alone during primary four and five.  But yea, i don't care.So primary 5 is the same thing as when i am in primary 4.  So on it goes to primary 6.  Primary six this time, i am quite brutal.  Oe yea, forgot to tell ya, started brutality since primary 3.  When i am in Primary six, i was the top athlete in school.  And well, yea, everyone knows who DK. is. Primary six is where you take your UPSR right? Yep, still remember, during primary six is where i got to know couples.  He's name was kennedy Victor ongkili.  Yep, no kidding.  When i think back, i was  like, " What the hell i was thinking back then?????!!!!!" And during my life, i was actully part of the semenanjung life, because it is considered my second home, i always go to KL every month.  Yup..serious...no kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, it lasted only when we were in primary six. Lama tu, mau dekat 1 tahun la jgk.  So anyway, i broke up with him when i'm in secondary school. Before i entered secondary school, i was with this mike guy.  He's name was Mike Jermaine Imbayan.  Yup.. another one of " OMG!!!!!"  But then i broke up with him.  And i dump him for this guy, Harizal Lokman.  Lasted for one week, then i dump him for he's brother,  Helmi lokman.  Yup, i know, what the fucking hell am i doing!!!.  So on it goes, on what do they call it, puppy love~ hehehe..during at that time, i also coupled with this other guy named chirstopher and i dump him for Zahir.  God, don't ask me how i remembered those names..haha!! Well to tell ya, i was a bit huge back when i was in form 1, but not like damn!!! your fat!!! no la, just berisi la.  My best friend back then was Roseane.  Yup, To tell you the truth, i was really a bad student when i'm in form 1.  Doing stuff that was really, how do you call it, samseng.  Kaki pukul, kaki escape, kaki melawan and all that stuff.  I even almost bakar my teachers car, with a gasoline and a lighter up in my hand infront of her!!!  And i did manage to bakar some, but did not bakar the whole car because the other teacher saw what is going on earlier and took the fire extinguisher first.  So yea, oe and i did that after school, where all the student balik ody.  Yes, from this point of view you will say that i am one of a bad ass student back then.  Was almost being sent to hendrigurny , school for really bad ass students.  But nah, i din get it, and i only get suspended from school for only three days.  Cool huh??..So anyway, on it goes, after dibebel oleh parents ku yg bengang gyler dah, i tried to change.  So i did tried step-by-step.  &lt;br /&gt;When i was in form two, i was really how to say, a bit quite then in form 1.  Yep, Rosanne was kick out from school, because she wanted to proof to peopz that she is more bad ass then me.  Idiot, at least when i'm a bad ass, my academic performance was excellent!!!  Anyway, yea, back to form two.  I got skinny when i'm in form two due to my ulcer in my throat.  Yep, and at that time came, my other boyfriend.  My bf's when i was in form 1 dah break up dah, this  is the newest.  So tahan for 6 month jer.  I got bored over him and rimas. hahaha!!! jahat gyler, he's name was Dexter Randy. Yep, he was in form 5 and i'm in form 2. cool huh~..hahaha!! anyway, during that year in form 2 is where i don't have any bestfriends because, oe well, i don't want to. They tend to get all competition.  Yuck, and as usuall, still the sports woman in all my years in High school.  So yea, form 2 was a bit bowrink.  Oe yea, and in form two, is where i coupled another guy before dexter, he's name is Burhanuddin (Donny)..Lasted for just urm...One month lebih, itu jak la.  Then after him was dexter and after dexter was Rio. He is a form 4 student. Yup.  And in form 1,2 still maintain keganasan ku. cheh!!!!  So next is when i am in form three. Form three is where i got skinnier then before.  I was transferred to a better class, where i was in science class number three.  We have six classes all together, 3 science class and 3 commerce class.  So yea,  At that time, yep, still no best friends. Cause i don't trust a fucking damn thing on them.  So i Really kept quite and i observe people.  Seriously, i learnt alot about peoples behavior and life.  I was like kononnya budak baik la time tu.  Cheh padahal, tgk file aku time form 1 huh, baik sgt la konon~..tebal gyla nak mampus!!  so, form three is where i started to open up my wings and be friends with a wide variety of people.  And yea, that is where you get to know their COLOURS..if you know what i mean.  And time tu juga i followed Hand ball.  Diakatakan, paling ganas antara semua pemain, was me. Agak la, for 1 year and a half tahan tak pukul org tak bwat things yg extreme, during hand ball match is where i can hit, tendang, peluk sampai sesak nafas dier cz nak bola, hehehehe...smua la dpt dilps geram.  But i slalu dpt 2 minute out la. hehehehe!! When i am in form three, i was with this guy named uzair, but it lasted only a day, after bye bye. haha!!  So yea, life goes on like that until i'm in form 4.  &lt;br /&gt;Form four was a bit different.  I took the liberty to chnage my not so myself, to a little bit of my self, because iw anted to see how people will react.  Will they see me as someone interesting? fun? boring? or like when i am in form 1?  But hell, who cares what people say.  Still no bestfriend when i am in form 4 and also in form 5. Just close friends.  So yea, form 4 is where i meet this guy, he's name is sky.  Actually, i know him since i am in form three. yep.  And i coupled with him at the end of form three's year.  Yep.  Form four, i'm a bit gangster. So i'm being friends with this group, actually my group until NOW!! Iejam, the pendek, Lisa the bikin panas, ae the slumber, ann the whatever bitch and me the don't care person.  And the 5 of us, is like, if you gather us all up, you can say that, the four of us, except lisa, is the partay girls, wild girls right now. But but when we were in form 4, study, is the main thing, and also boys. hehehehe..So i coupled with sky and at the same time, i coupled with salawi and donny. But donny went back to Tawau ody so left me, salawi and sky.  But at the end of it, no on is worth it.  But i was still with sky for almost 2 years.  &lt;br /&gt;So when i am in form five, i was very active in athletics.  Always training in the morning and in the evening.  At that time also, i coupled with sabah most fastest runner at that time, Rayzam shah, he's from keningau. Yup he's tall, really tall and really fast!!! gyla eyh!!! after that, nah, bored, so i switch to Ivan.  Ivan is mix phillipino and irish if i am not mistaken.  So ciut!!!!!! hehehe...dulu la~  very tegap, my height, and yea, he's cool, but still din work out. lasted for only a week.  Boring~...So after that, this guy from S.M.K tebobon.  Dunnoe what he's name sdh. hahaha!!! And during when i am in form five i coupled back with helmi and kennedy my ex-bf's..HAHAHA!!! really funny.  But both of them only lasted a month.  So SPM that time was coming, i was focusing on my studies.  Until i met Ian.  God!!!! He's just to perfect!!!! But he's shorter then me. but hell, what the fuck who gives a damn!!! He's school is not that far from mine, you just take the bus and it takes only 5 minutes.  So yea, DURING YA, DURING SPM,  everyday, every morning, he would just wait for me on the building opposite my school, and i would go to him. EVERY DAY TAU!!!! and each subject that he had finished, he would wait for me outside my school and would wait till i have finished my exam. This goes on for like what, the whole month!!! gyla eyh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea,  I broke up with him after SPM. sad, sad, sad. but hell, who cares.  He would bake me cakes sometimes and give it to me.  Sweet~ but what ever.  So after SPM i went to KL.  Lepas geram, shopping, hehehehe.  So i always on9 when i stayed in KL.  So one day, i saw this guy viewed me on fs.  I was like who the hell are you??  So i viewed he's profile back, i don't know for some reason i have the urge to want to know this guy!! yea, he look cute weyh!!! hehehe, so yea, he message me, asking me why was i wearing the initial M? He asks me whether that is my bf Name, i was like no, its my name, then he ask for my YM so i gave it to him la. So we chat, A very sgt kjap wan, because i was like so boring chatting with him. Teda apa maw dicrita kan. hahaha!!! oe yea, he's name is hafeez. hehehehe..So i went back to KK before christmas, and Kevin my friend, is celebrating christmas so he invited me over at he's christmas function in Tanjung aru ballroom, so i went there la.  Anyhow, i met this guy, he's name was kingsley. damn Gorgeous weyh!!!!! hehehee...anyhow, yea, we danced together and my what a good looking and good dancer was he is.  Hehehe. So he invited me to go to the rave party during new year, so i agreed to go.  And hafeez, we were just like that, ignoring each other, i was actually waiting for him to buzz me everytime we on9. hehehe...but yea, so went to the new year's eve party, and yea, it was a bad one EVER!!!! He got drunk, and i was like taking care of him, he is so damn stupid, tp sangkut jgk b4 rave party tu, we were like bf and gf. hahaha!!! so yea, anyway, after that, went home and yea, have a nice sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a week or som baru la hafeez nie, slalu buzz i d YM, cz i rs he lonely this. hahaha!!!  So yea, he minta my phone number, so i give it to him la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he always called me, ALWAYS KAY!!! and i don't know for some reason, i am really attracted to this guy, and i don't know for what reason!!! i was crazy, so yea, we met each other, infront of my house, He drove he's BMW, and when he went out from he's car to meet me, i was like, okay~ he's okay~ he's wow!!!!! so the next day went out with him, but before i couple with him, there's nother guy who i really menyesal tu kesian at him, Zahid ka dat his name, dunno la forgot ody.  So i broke up with him because i really wanted to know this hafeez guy.  He 's not that handsome or cute, but there's something about him that made me so attracted to him. hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, went out together, and we actually confessed each other as bf and gf on the 26th and january 2007.  Yep, that's it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on it goes with our realtionship, hehehe...then aku terkena pula PLKN...haih, 3 bulan wasted bikin hitam muka. haih!!!! but it was worth it la.  During that time, i missed my biey so much.  So after  that, i straight away went to UITM kedah because i was offered to go there.  So go la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MMS sucks!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first person that i get to know is Weena, honey and lilo. Me and weena were Best friends during part one, but i cancelled the BF thing because it was complicated to explain.  So i moved on.  When i moved on, i notice that, hell, yea, i'm going to show my full appearence to people whether they accept me or not FUCK THEM!!! i am me!!! So what the hell, you got a problem come and tell me straight forward. So i met this one girl, Her name is Suria, But i call her Sue. She was also at the term of, not showing her full personality and appearence because of adik kesygn dier and jgk Best fren dier time tu.  hehehehe!!! BARU KO TAW!!!!  So yea, Nie BFF dier pula nie, tak sgt suke ngan aku, so mula ar dier bwat plan dier yg tak teratur tu and tak menjadi jgk tu.  Is that, She took me away from sue, and convinced me that sue actually backstabbed me, when actually she didint, and it was her, sue's bff time tu the one that backstabbed me.  So was really pissed off la when i am in part 2. Did not talk to sue the whole sem until dah nak finla baru la ok balik itu pun, i p jmpa dier and ask her whether or not its true that she backstabbed me.  And all truth broke loose and everything and showed the true colours of SARAH YASMIN! what she did to us, and what she did to ruin our names.  But one thing for sure, she is sure Fucking afraid of her mother!!  Kalau aku report jer kat ibu dier yg selama nie dier slalu gune kan nama aku dan sue untuk cover kan perbuatan dier, just because aku dan sue org ckp kitorg jahat, aku boleh ckp anak awak tu bukan la innocent sgt, nak bukti, come see me and sue.  Bnyk bukti kiteorg.  But recently, dier mcm diam jer, so..kesimpulan dier, selagi you x kacau hidop kiteorg, selagi tu la kiteorg x kacau.  But once you made a FUCKING HUGE mistake to us, You sure gonna get it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, yea...Bila everything dah diketahui, baru la kiteorg bermaafan.  And masing2 grew up.  She support me i support her.  We grew to accept and love each other.  And yea, i'm in part three right now, and yes, she is my utmost best friend ever.  She is really a true friend.  And that what made people realize that, you are who you are.  Be yourself, that is what important.  So what if people hates you, Why do you wanna listen to them?  Do they feed you?? do they give you your dignity.  Dignity comes from inside you.  But once you are dirty in the inside although your pretty on the outside,  What's the use of having a dignity, just be a whore la. And setia la pada yg satu. Buta aper nak ikut2 org. sedar la.. umur dah mencecah kematangan tp kalau perangai mcm budak2, buat per!!!! Hidup dlm usia remaja hanya sekali, so make good impression to them.  Even tho kaw jahat ker per, just be yourself. Do not hide your real appearance behind a mask, people will eventually notice who you are without you knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, this is it, yup. pnjg gyler babe~&lt;br /&gt;anyway, till then....taaaaa~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-2201240121721103571?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/2201240121721103571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=2201240121721103571&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/2201240121721103571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/2201240121721103571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2008/10/curiosity.html' title='Curiosity'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-313957151068625786</id><published>2008-10-15T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T06:06:26.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I LOVE MY BIEY'/><title type='text'>A hectic week going on</title><content type='html'>I'm in my room, as usual, onlining..(not sure if theres a word for it).  Was supposed to have my test today, but sadly, it was postponed next week end.  I should have slept through it the whole day.  In these whole day, i was thinking, should i continue on to take this law course, or should i change?  I almost cried because i was stressed out because of law contract.  God i am week in that part.  But no, i went to bella's and annur's room, we were talking about pursuing our law degree next year in shah alam.  I asked them whether UM is also good, but sadly they said, when graduate, firms will usually take UITM students better because we study almost everything in English language.  Like UM, they still study almost everything in BM.  So yea, i get the idea of the advantage about it.  Was thinking to pursue mass-com, they say that, students with pre-degree course will easily get in, but, its really hard to find a job with a graduate mass-com certificate.  I almost called my mom, and wanted to cried and tell my mom that i feel so stressed out right now.  But now i feel good, back to confident mode..hehehe...tomorrow i got my presentation and my law test.  Studied contract just now, i just wish that i was the nest britney Spears to go bold. Yea!!!!! But nah, i love my hair, not that crack pot yet..hehe..So yea, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tune, till then,,&lt;br /&gt;Deekay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-313957151068625786?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/313957151068625786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=313957151068625786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/313957151068625786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/313957151068625786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2008/10/hectic-week-going-on.html' title='A hectic week going on'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-4079862157832524565</id><published>2008-10-11T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T06:06:26.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I LOVE MY BIEY'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry, cause i was not able to put this picture together with my previous blog of pre law diner.  Cause i just got this from Sue.  Anyhow, here it is..pictures with my friends during pre law dinner. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPDTVobd0UI/AAAAAAAAAFM/58BnNQNJbcI/s1600-h/100_2229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPDTVobd0UI/AAAAAAAAAFM/58BnNQNJbcI/s320/100_2229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255933133724700994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So this is with the girls in my table, And there's only one guy, so kesian..hahaha..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPDVfzATYVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cRdzssAC9dw/s1600-h/100_2231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPDVfzATYVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cRdzssAC9dw/s320/100_2231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255935507385508178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Weeeee!!! love my hair!!! hehee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-4079862157832524565?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/4079862157832524565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=4079862157832524565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/4079862157832524565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/4079862157832524565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2008/10/sorry-cause-i-was-not-able-to-put-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPDTVobd0UI/AAAAAAAAAFM/58BnNQNJbcI/s72-c/100_2229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-5515012263565703936</id><published>2008-10-10T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T06:06:26.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I LOVE MY BIEY'/><title type='text'>Pre Law dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with a big Smile on everyones faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the dinner starts.  I was in my room watching the series of How i met your mother.  It was a very funny comedy, till miera knocked on my door.  She was asking me whether or not i'm going to do my hair in the afternoon.  I was thinking that , may be i will, maybe i don't.  Cause i was a bit lazy back then.  The hardest part was to wake suria up.  God damn she sure can sleep like she's dead. kidding!! Anyway, after watching three whole series of how i met your mother,  Went up to sue's room.  Just as u thought, she was still sleeping.  HAHAHAHA!!!.. before i went on to setting up hair in the saloon, there was this big difference on the before and after hair thingy going on.. hahaha..here's the picture..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPBT7vP1egI/AAAAAAAAAFE/wZgg4rrQtqQ/s1600-h/HneyBiey1064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPBT7vP1egI/AAAAAAAAAFE/wZgg4rrQtqQ/s320/HneyBiey1064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255793050901641730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep...this was how my hair look like before i went to the saloon, normal, straight, spelling ME all over it. hahaha..Anyway so on it goes, Went to the saloon around 3 P.M..it was REALLY hot so i brought my umbrella with me just in case it rains, or....its getting more hotter.  Went and take a cab to the saloon.  Now this saloon, is my favorite of all time saloon, nope, it is not anywhere in CS..oh my god that place sucks!!! only a few of my friends that know that place, and it is full of pros of hair stylist.  So it took only half an hour, to make my hair look like this...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPBPuWnnyBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dICyRl2F4-Y/s1600-h/HneyBiey1073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPBPuWnnyBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dICyRl2F4-Y/s320/HneyBiey1073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255788422905710610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPBPuaOvIYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/C0cYGPYl-uc/s1600-h/HneyBiey1074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPBPuaOvIYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/C0cYGPYl-uc/s320/HneyBiey1074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255788423875076482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPBPuq4QazI/AAAAAAAAAEc/LhuA2VVZ4ow/s1600-h/HneyBiey1076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPBPuq4QazI/AAAAAAAAAEc/LhuA2VVZ4ow/s320/HneyBiey1076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255788428344191794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool right~ and it only took half an hour to do it!!! They sure are pros.  Oh and i made friends with them.  Her Name is Grace, from penang, but works in SP.  She is so cool..seriously..haha!! Anyway, yea..dinner, made it just in time for the bus...hehehe..a hair like that with a baju kurung, daring, VERY VERY VERY daring..not just me, but sue too.  God damn..here's our picture at the dinner..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPBSsFTcPgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/18dwp0rcjrM/s1600-h/HneyBiey1094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPBSsFTcPgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/18dwp0rcjrM/s320/HneyBiey1094.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255791682432810498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPBSsMTS7uI/AAAAAAAAAEs/WpddVfCf1-k/s1600-h/HneyBiey1086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPBSsMTS7uI/AAAAAAAAAEs/WpddVfCf1-k/s320/HneyBiey1086.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255791684311248610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPBSsbNOyiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/tq0KfyJbq9Q/s1600-h/HneyBiey1093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPBSsbNOyiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/tq0KfyJbq9Q/s320/HneyBiey1093.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255791688312343074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPBSstyGddI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lOQxdbulajA/s1600-h/HneyBiey1087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPBSstyGddI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lOQxdbulajA/s320/HneyBiey1087.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255791693298824658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  So there you have it, evidence of all of it.. hehe..eventhough the food was not enough, but still yea, they manage to pull it off. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,, stay tuned everybody..~&lt;br /&gt; &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/1678785067071092094-5515012263565703936?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/5515012263565703936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=5515012263565703936&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/5515012263565703936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/5515012263565703936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2008/10/pre-law-dinner.html' title='Pre Law dinner'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SPBT7vP1egI/AAAAAAAAAFE/wZgg4rrQtqQ/s72-c/HneyBiey1064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-4048751188941795270</id><published>2008-10-06T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T06:06:26.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I LOVE MY BIEY'/><title type='text'>2008 raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SO4Yi8X6ANI/AAAAAAAAAD0/47EUqfX5BM8/s1600-h/HneyBiey1056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SO4Yi8X6ANI/AAAAAAAAAD0/47EUqfX5BM8/s400/HneyBiey1056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255164803788964050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SO4YjAbbaVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Kmbmi5UGM64/s1600-h/HneyBiey1057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SO4YjAbbaVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Kmbmi5UGM64/s400/HneyBiey1057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255164804877478226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SO4Yi8X6ANI/AAAAAAAAAD0/47EUqfX5BM8/s1600-h/HneyBiey1056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SO4Yi8X6ANI/AAAAAAAAAD0/47EUqfX5BM8/s400/HneyBiey1056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255164803788964050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SO4YjAbbaVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Kmbmi5UGM64/s1600-h/HneyBiey1057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SO4YjAbbaVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Kmbmi5UGM64/s400/HneyBiey1057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255164804877478226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SO4XlbdFvdI/AAAAAAAAADs/sEYMGsaovi0/s1600-h/HneyBiey1025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SO4XlbdFvdI/AAAAAAAAADs/sEYMGsaovi0/s400/HneyBiey1025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255163746980314578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;   Raya this year was the most best thing that has ever happened.  Although i got only 2 days too enjoy my raya, but still it was enjoyable but still tiring...hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day of raya, it was time for me to go back to KL, because i have to go back to kedah on the fotrth.  So on it goes with the proceeding.  When i reached KL on the third, i straight away called my BF sue to hang out with her.  So all planed well and so the planning goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first was suppose to meet her at Old town in kelana jaya, but she was 2 hours late, GOD DAMN2 HOURS LATE!! bontot aku dah nak berkurap dah menunggu ketibaan yang mulia puteri santubong suria Norbahiah BTe Bashri...hahaha!! anyway, luckily she did came, or else i would be really pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, met her friends as well, lily and miza.  They're coOl, satu kepala jugak. hehehe..So we went to Asia Cafe, just to hang out.  It was not a crazy night because some of them was having trouble with their love life, I my self that time was having trouble either but not the serious as to both of them lily and miza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the crazy-ness of the night started of when we got lost around subang going to kelana jaya.  It was a stupid thing, yea of course because it was night and dark, so each of us has our own weakness that is, fail on sight direction at night.  it took us and hour and a half to reach kelana jaya and reached my house too. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it goes on, luckily i got home safe and sound.  The next day my flight was at 3.15 p.m.  I'm using firefly to get to kedah.  But its a flight transit so i have to go penang and take the bus back to sungai petani.  It was damn tiring and i could assure you that i SWEAR that is the first and last for me to take the jeti and the bus to sungai petani!!! It was horrible!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily i reached UITM campus safe and sound.  I was praying in my heart that i would be safe along the journey. damn~...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Hahaha, anyway, raya was a bit of a rush too..hurm...on the first day of raya went to papar and bongawan.  went to my datuk and my long relatives of uncles.  The next day went to keningau, on the way to keningau it was damn cold because we were up high at the gunung ( note to people, the gunung has its road for cars okay, its not like were going tracking or what, and the road is like your typical day road for driving).  So we were amongst the cloud as the temperature reaches 18 degree's celcius..cool~..and my dad had to open the head lights because you can't even see the road and the cars that was passing by! even the other cars had their lights on.  So yea..When we reached keningau, it was like i'm back in my second home, because when i was little, i spent almost half of my life there in keningau until i was primary three.  Everytime when puasa occurs, we would spend a month and a half in keningau with my nenek and my cousins.  But when God took my nenek away, the happiness for raya after was also taken, and raya is never the same like those old times. So yea, it was kinda depressing, but yea, that is life, gotta except it and bersyukur la on what we have right now rather then nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the story, hurmmm...kinda boring right now, cz there's nothing here.  So stay tune, till then, taaaa~ =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-4048751188941795270?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/4048751188941795270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=4048751188941795270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/4048751188941795270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/4048751188941795270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2008/10/2008-raya.html' title='2008 raya'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SO4Yi8X6ANI/AAAAAAAAAD0/47EUqfX5BM8/s72-c/HneyBiey1056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-5426022020264772997</id><published>2008-10-03T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T03:52:51.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I LOVE MY BIEY'/><title type='text'>I'm going crazy~ almost giving up</title><content type='html'>Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I do not know what he wants from me.  I gave him everything, The attention he wants, the love i gave, but still he is not satisfied with everything i gave to him.  I do not know what to do.  He said that he has trouble sharing me with his problems, okay fine, when i ask him what;s wrong, tell me, he still hesitates to tell me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Everytime i wanna go out, he would do something that made the situation worsen.  But if he were about to go out, i'd d0o nothing to stop him.  And he told me the reason is because he is a guy and i'm a girl.  WHAT A PATHETIC EXCUSE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-5426022020264772997?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/5426022020264772997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=5426022020264772997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/5426022020264772997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/5426022020264772997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-going-crazy-almost-giving-up.html' title='I&apos;m going crazy~ almost giving up'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-1817675249257733551</id><published>2008-09-27T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T06:06:26.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I LOVE MY BIEY'/><title type='text'>A battle of tooth decay, and i won~</title><content type='html'>Simply marvelous of what root canal could do to fix your teeth.  I've been struggling and battling the pain-ness of my teeth until it infects my gum, since a week before coming back here to KK.  My mouth was swelling due to the infections of my gum and my tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived in KK on the 26th of September around 1 P.M...my dad straight away made an appointment for me to see the dentist on the same day at 4 P.M.  Before i went to see the dentist, you have no idea how pain i was on the airplane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after waiting for hours to see heaven on earth for my teeth (sigh)!, i went to see the dentist, he was checking my teeth and i did not tell him which one my teeth hurts, he just know it straight away.  He said that my teeth's ( there were 2 teeth that needs root canaling) needs root canal TREATMENT, ok, its a TREATMENT, not the real root canal.  So off he went and made my teeth more better.  I was quite shock because, the things he put inside my teeth to bring out my infections in my gums was simply shocking.  It was like a nail, but with a drill version, smaller, sharper and longer.  I was surprised that when he put it in, i did not feel the pain due to my swollen gums ( THANK GOD!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after he treated my teeth and gums, i felt much better, although i still feel the pain a wee lil bit, but still it's better then before!!! Also the price was very amusing to.  RM775.. for only 2 teeth root canal, each cost  RM 350 each..So wallah..cool~ hahaha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-1817675249257733551?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/1817675249257733551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=1817675249257733551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/1817675249257733551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/1817675249257733551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2008/09/battle-of-tooth-decay-and-i-won.html' title='A battle of tooth decay, and i won~'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-8260976159656311474</id><published>2008-09-25T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T06:06:26.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I LOVE MY BIEY'/><title type='text'>Home at last</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;At last, being happy to go back home where all the solidarity you want is for life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just came back from Kedah-Penang...here's how it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've ask my friend to send me to the shuttle, where actually it leaves around 12.45 P.M..But, because of the hectic schedule my friend have, he has to send me early to the shuttle thingy.  So at 9 in the morning, woke up, and i took my bath.  One last check up on the things that i wanted to bring with me.  But nevertheless, good gracious, the things that i rarely forgot, turns out to be the things that i forgot to bring, My toothbrush and my face wash.  I was so, ARGHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i finished up everything around 9.45, and at 10 i was walking towards the library where we promised to wait (For an easy finding when you don't have any credit left in your phone).  Anyway, he brought another friend to accompany him.  Went to the shuttle thingy with his car, a Honda civic.  Damn was i a bit jealous of him because his dad gave him his car to him.  * sigh *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be real, Yea i arrived pretty darn early, around 10.30 A.M.  So on it went, watching and feeling the time as it flies by.  I say i wasn't really feeling it, that time flies by so quick.  So i waited for about 3 hours, GOD DAMN 3 HOURS!!!! for the shuttle to come.  And in those hours, i have to bare HELL with me as my tooth hurts because of the cavity.  I was crying my heart out, luckily i was wearing my sunglasses to hide the tears away..*feuh!!!* .  While i was waiting for the shuttle in the midst of Sungai Petani, I was actually thinking that, yea, i kinda miss this place, an odd feeling suddenly burst inside me that i did not notice since i started my semester in UITM Merbok Kedah, Sungai Petani.  Yea, i'm a UITM student.  Should i be proud of that??? (to be real, not that proud being a UITM student).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on and on the waiting goes,  Until it was 1.15 P.M, the shuttle arrived, luckily he was a nice man, so i hop on to the van and there we are, before going to Penang airport, He has another customer to take in AIMST university.  I say that AIMS uni sure is HUGE!!!!! Bigger than UITM!!!! even though they say that UITM Merbok is the third largest UITM amongst all, but, my GOD that AIMST uni sure is HUGE!! i saw it with my own eyes, how the structure of the building is, it was madness, A PERFECT STRUCTURE!!!  And to compare it with UITM, i say they still have a long way to go.  And i was surprised that they could wear anything they want, such as SHORT SLEEVES OR A ONE STRING!!! in my uni, u would be cought of dead by the pak guard and the mak guard for wearing those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the story, took HER (actually a professor a.k.a a doctor, teaching physiology), i was like amazed!!! she was an indian woman, she was to going to penang airport.  But she was going back to india.  She ask me that whether or not that she could hand-luggage all her things except her big bag, but i said no you can't, it depends on the weight of the baggage that you have, and i told her that, she has to pay extra money if her baggage weight exceeds the limit.  So she was like, thanking me for telling her that.  And i was like, yea sure, anytime...and a smile broaded around my face and hers too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the way to the airport, i fell asleep, because i was tired and i also wanted to forget the pain of my tooth.  So it did happen only about an hour.  Was pissed off when i woke up at the airport that my tooth hurts again!!! ARGH!!!!! So i check in, so i went to the departure hall.  Waited for half an hour to be called to depart from my place.  While i was waiting at the departure hall, there was these few french guy and girls, they were so loud!!! they were on the phone and i swear the way they talk on the phone was like cursing someone and shouting at someone because some of their friends were trying to cool them of.  Againg i was like being annoyed by the " Kurang-ajar-ness" of them.  Anyway, after i waited for that long, while bearing the sould of my tooth decay, we board the plane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane was like freaking SMALL!!! and the air conditioner was situated far over my left, so i was covered  with sweat on the plane going to Subang airport.  I was thinking that the plane would take an hour to arrive at subang, but to my surprised, it only takes around 35 minutes to arrive there.  I was like , ok that was really fast. hahahaha!!! after being reached upon my destination, my brother picked me up at the airport, it quite near to my house actually. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired because i did not get enough sleep when i was in the van and in the plane.  So i am going to rest noe, because tomorrow i will be having another flight back to KK with my brother and together with my cousin and auntie-uncle. hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then....taaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deekay..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-8260976159656311474?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/8260976159656311474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=8260976159656311474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/8260976159656311474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/8260976159656311474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2008/09/home-at-last.html' title='Home at last'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-2514706350939395229</id><published>2008-09-20T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T06:06:26.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I LOVE MY BIEY'/><title type='text'>A piece of thing in my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It all comes down to this,  everone has its own ups and downs.  I have my own ups and downs.  I'm here in BEL class...as usuall..surfing the net..that is what my job is here in BEL class.  Sue is not here with me right now, cause she is having her motor license tutor going on.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Going back to KL this thursday, gonna take the flight there too.  Hurm, i'm quite acsertain that it is gonna be my first timer in. Hahaha... cause usually i'll always take the bus back to KL then take the next flight to KK...anyhow, that is how life is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Puasa~ lapar!!!! dunnoe brapa kaly already batal, hahahaha...but yea~ gonna repay it later.. after this i got another class in the evening..csc..i think my lecturer hates me. hahahaha!!! who cares, She's like this type where they judge a person by their apearence.  Full of Bullshit for what i would suggest to promote them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Missing my biey so much, can't wait to meet him.  Can't wait for raya too!!!! woOpeE!!!! this thursday my friend is gonnna send me to the bus station, it is not exactly a bus station but, it is where that reception person (where i bought my shuttle bus ticket) told me to wait for the shuttle.  So what the hell, just listen to her then.  My shutle is at 11.30 A.M..so i'm gonna reach penang airport around 2..and i have to wait for 3 hours for my flight to subang airport.  And luckily i am gonna bring my laptop. hehehe...ON9 for 3 hours, MY how dry it is~ :(..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cant wait to go back my room to sleep.  I'm like so tired~ :(..really do wanna sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was thinking that i want to dye my hair...again~! haha, but this time, either just a line or just dye in the inside...planning on to do blue colour (AGAIN!!) or Green, or pink, or purple or any colour colour that suites my taste.  ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And now i'm thinking of wanting to eat pasta outside. kinda bored with the stuff in here by the way.hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can't wait for raya!!! can't wait to see my biey!!! can't wait for finals!!!! ahaha&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/1678785067071092094-2514706350939395229?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/2514706350939395229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=2514706350939395229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/2514706350939395229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/2514706350939395229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2008/09/piece-of-thing-in-my-mind.html' title='A piece of thing in my mind'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-2089269611311279188</id><published>2008-09-20T05:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T06:06:26.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I LOVE MY BIEY'/><title type='text'>The only THING i do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What are the differences between people?? wither age, looks, appearance??&lt;br /&gt;It all comes to one thing for sure,  knowing who you are and what are you actually.&lt;br /&gt;Of course you would say that you are who you are and what you said is what you explain who you are and what are you...get it?? me too...hahaha!! anyway..recently i do have my previous blog before this, and it started when i am in form 3.  But alas, i forgot what my email and password is...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it all comes down to this,&lt;br /&gt;This is my last Sem here in Kedah, UITM merbok that is.&lt;br /&gt;Been here for the last 1 year and 6 month.  Going to Shah Alam or UM next year.  That is if i could pass my csc...huhu..what made me hate that subject remains a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what do i always do since i came here to Kedah.  Well,  drama never stop since i'm in part 1.  It never do stop ever then till now.  People tend to get all culture shock, but some cravs for attention from the spotlight.  Even they do not have the spotlight, they'll search for it even though it could destroy themself and their relationship with their friends.  But hey, even if they say they don't want it, but... like wise man says, " ada udang di sebalik batu". :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any how.. back to business..&lt;br /&gt;since i came here to kedah, all i think was to finish all this thing off and get the hell away from here.  But, even though when you are a big girl from the big city entering a kampung place, it could teach you a hell lot of stuff.  And in the end, you will appreciate what you have and what you got.  Besides, more to come in the future right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing i do here is be my self, and i don't copycat other people's style or attitude.  To be REAL...there are human's who are like this.  Craving for people to like them...it shows that they are lack of sayang-ness from their parents.  But the only friend i admire is my one and only sue and nieja.  Even though they came from an un-properly family..(please excuse me for that un-kindness of word..hehe) But still, they manage to pull them self together.  That is what i like about them, they have true self esteem and self determination.  They know about life, and they know how to appreciate and give and take to it.  Even for me, even though i come from a well proper family, a wealthy family of what they say, i don't act so much like a snob or a spoil brat.  But to my extend of knowing some, even though some people for whom i know tend to be spoil and etc.. even though they are not wealthy.. why the hell on earth they want to be like that??  For us (my type of level of people) are dying to be normal like any other people, but others who are not from my prestige are dying to be one like us.  I don't GET IT??!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, i learn alot from them and i learn so much from what is actually the reason we are being brought up as a human.  To endure life, either single or with your spouse.  But in the end, You are not the only who is gonna endure it, there is always someone that is gonna be beside you cheering for you all the way.  From what i learnt,  Never give up on hope and miracle.  Even though something huge has happened to you, Never do give up, because, in the end, you will always have someone more better than your previous ones.  That is what i call karma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn on how to be tough from my parents who thought me alot about  life.  THEY  teach me how to be strong,  they teach me to never give it in  and get me and thought not to cry on STUPID things.  And infact, yes they did a well good job, bringing me up as a woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus all that with the help of my one and only love, Hafeez almudin.  He's the guy that went through life with me.  We endure it together, cried together and help each other alot.  Only god knows what we have been through on our lives.  Met him 24 January 2007, not to sound so informaticly but, yea...in all those years we've been through together since that date till now, it made us stronger and our heart more stronger too.  Even though we are far apart from each other, but in the end, we still manage to see each other face to face&lt;br /&gt;The year 2007 and 2008 brings joy, happiness and a lil bit sadness in me too.  It is where you grow up and think wisely. it is where when your 18 going to maturity land 19.. in that age, that is where you learn from your self and you endure life. And also in that age is where you change more on being your self and remove all your immature acts.  That is where you tend to feel stupid when you think back on the things you have done before coming to this age, and that is where you can't look back and just move on with your life.  What is past let it pass.. Gain a new era in life, pursue it with all your heart, because, you get to live your life once a lifetime, and there's no turning back to where it all started.  Be true to yourself, because people want the real you, NOT the fake you.. Keep that in mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deekay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-2089269611311279188?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/2089269611311279188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=2089269611311279188&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/2089269611311279188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/2089269611311279188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2008/09/only-thing-i-do.html' title='The only THING i do'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678785067071092094.post-2980735090671820489</id><published>2008-09-20T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T03:52:51.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I LOVE MY BIEY'/><title type='text'>The only THING i do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What are the differences between people?? wither age, looks, appereance??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1678785067071092094-2980735090671820489?l=premiscuosme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/feeds/2980735090671820489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1678785067071092094&amp;postID=2980735090671820489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/2980735090671820489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678785067071092094/posts/default/2980735090671820489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premiscuosme.blogspot.com/2008/09/only-thing-i-do_20.html' title='The only THING i do'/><author><name>Deekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736666265633790410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evjLi0NWCuA/SnGrR0fil6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_jtagKvIwZk/S220/rianah+babe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
