<?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-4930519488191045012</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:36:36.908+08:00</updated><category term='The story of lyrics'/><category term='My life'/><category term='The story of film'/><category term='My philosophy'/><category term='The story of love'/><title type='text'>The Cupid Diaries</title><subtitle type='html'>Story of life and people in it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mOmO`e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710140955399430041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/SjcZNuqkPsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5fyrLFJsp-8/S220/IMG_0300.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930519488191045012.post-816004578654374983</id><published>2009-10-27T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:12:52.709+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My philosophy'/><title type='text'>Someday..</title><content type='html'>it been so long.&lt;br /&gt;i will be back to update this blog.&lt;br /&gt;so many things has happen.&lt;br /&gt;so little time.&lt;br /&gt;one day. i will return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930519488191045012-816004578654374983?l=cupidiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/feeds/816004578654374983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/10/someday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/816004578654374983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/816004578654374983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/10/someday.html' title='Someday..'/><author><name>mOmO`e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710140955399430041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/SjcZNuqkPsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5fyrLFJsp-8/S220/IMG_0300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930519488191045012.post-8731716633327987440</id><published>2009-09-11T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:42:29.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My philosophy'/><title type='text'>wANteD...</title><content type='html'>We dont always get what we want, but if we try hard enough, we can get what we need. But what do we need? In order to find out, live your life to the fullest. Then u can answer it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930519488191045012-8731716633327987440?l=cupidiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8731716633327987440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/wanted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/8731716633327987440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/8731716633327987440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/wanted.html' title='wANteD...'/><author><name>mOmO`e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710140955399430041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/SjcZNuqkPsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5fyrLFJsp-8/S220/IMG_0300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930519488191045012.post-8021326858552645823</id><published>2009-08-26T20:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:17:48.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My philosophy'/><title type='text'>qUotEs oF mY LifE..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It better to be hated for who you are.&lt;br /&gt; than who you’re wasn’t&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is to short so live life for the moment and not the future...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930519488191045012-8021326858552645823?l=cupidiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8021326858552645823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/quotes-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/8021326858552645823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/8021326858552645823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/quotes-of-my-life.html' title='qUotEs oF mY LifE..'/><author><name>mOmO`e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710140955399430041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/SjcZNuqkPsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5fyrLFJsp-8/S220/IMG_0300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930519488191045012.post-605076835345682248</id><published>2009-08-26T05:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:20:05.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>Boxer...</title><content type='html'>When i was in the lower form, i hate wearing boxer. But after i try one it kind of cozy to wear one.So, from that day i always be wearing boxer but in emergency cases like boxer is out of stock i`ll wear my underwear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the story that im going to write is not the history but what amazing things i done in my boxer. Lot of things actually. It kinda funny that why i decided to wrote it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had gardening in my boxer, like trimming the garden in it, watering it, and lifting the big big vase or pot around the house and yes im in the boxer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swim in the beach or should i say ocean in it, and also rivers and swimming pool. It quite convinience cause all you have to do is get rid off your pant or what ever your wearing and splash into the water. Easy i know no need to wear the bathing suit or swimming trunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also play tennis in my pink boxer once in Jasin. It was fun and comfortable&lt;br /&gt;compared to the track bottom and yes i won. But that was in Jasin and i play against Rempit (not real name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well basiclly i in the boxer most of the time in my home and in school or college. Im not embarased by it who cares and i dont care if anyone cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i like wearing boxer.A lot. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930519488191045012-605076835345682248?l=cupidiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/feeds/605076835345682248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/boxer.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/605076835345682248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/605076835345682248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/boxer.html' title='Boxer...'/><author><name>mOmO`e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710140955399430041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/SjcZNuqkPsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5fyrLFJsp-8/S220/IMG_0300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930519488191045012.post-6472370136125902301</id><published>2009-08-09T11:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T11:43:01.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i ThiNk to Much...</title><content type='html'>I come home this week hoping i can spend sometime with you. But it okay youre busy. Long time ago i would demand for attention, but it turn so bad that time. this time i have no right yo demand anything. So, i think i had done enough, i try enough. maybe it time already to back off. But i cant simply give up and never will. What i been thought is not to give up. So im not going to try anymore. What im going to do is to hope and wait...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930519488191045012-6472370136125902301?l=cupidiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6472370136125902301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-to-much.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/6472370136125902301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/6472370136125902301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-to-much.html' title='i ThiNk to Much...'/><author><name>mOmO`e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710140955399430041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/SjcZNuqkPsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5fyrLFJsp-8/S220/IMG_0300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930519488191045012.post-2345969065740926119</id><published>2009-08-05T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T03:24:30.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The story of love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My philosophy'/><title type='text'>mY maMa alWays SaiD...</title><content type='html'>Like Forest Gump, my mama always say this to me when i broke up with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"when we lose something or someone important or love, God always replace it something  better or someone better. It a promise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also mention there is a lots of prove. Okay. This is not wrong and i respected it. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if i don't want something or someone better. What if i`m settle with good or okay. That is not all. Then i ask myself, what if she loses me, can she find someone better than me or does god replace me then. I keep thinking and never knew the answer/s...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930519488191045012-2345969065740926119?l=cupidiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2345969065740926119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-mama-always-said.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/2345969065740926119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/2345969065740926119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-mama-always-said.html' title='mY maMa alWays SaiD...'/><author><name>mOmO`e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710140955399430041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/SjcZNuqkPsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5fyrLFJsp-8/S220/IMG_0300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930519488191045012.post-7785919701241534200</id><published>2009-08-03T11:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T11:41:18.745+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The story of love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>Woke up to A loveLy mOrninG..</title><content type='html'>I woke up &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;early today&lt;/span&gt;, as always to do what i have to do. After having quite a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;fatty&lt;/span&gt; breakfast which is a burger fill with mayonnaise and a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;very very diabetic&lt;/span&gt; kind of Milo, i grab the keys to my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;motorcycle &lt;/span&gt;and of course the helmet and heads out.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I was sleepy, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;very very sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but i`m cautious when i ride the bike cause it been a month a i didn't ride its &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;so scary&lt;/span&gt;. I arrive at Imkeda, early &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;so the very the&lt;/span&gt; early. LoL. I thought the training start at 9 but it start at 10. So i when the the nearest guardian to buy a pimple med cause &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;i have a big pimple&lt;/span&gt;. Shitty shit. At 9.30 i arrive again in IMKEDA. still early so &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;i slept&lt;/span&gt; on the counter for half an hour. So sleepy. At 10 the sis at the counter wake me up and i went to the site for my training.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; I did it easily as im so the very the hebat!!&lt;/span&gt; LoL. After that i head home now im in front of the computer rather suprise when i check my email or maybe im &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;coonfuse&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; dont know which one yet but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;im hoping to solve it fast&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930519488191045012-7785919701241534200?l=cupidiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7785919701241534200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/woke-up-to-lovely-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/7785919701241534200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/7785919701241534200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/woke-up-to-lovely-morning.html' title='Woke up to A loveLy mOrninG..'/><author><name>mOmO`e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710140955399430041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/SjcZNuqkPsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5fyrLFJsp-8/S220/IMG_0300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930519488191045012.post-7637497921976108580</id><published>2009-08-03T02:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T02:12:27.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My philosophy'/><title type='text'>New Quotes and philosophy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Everyone&lt;/span&gt; have heard about &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;destiny&lt;/span&gt;. Now i want to&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; define&lt;/span&gt; it based on what i read and hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Destiny &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;is the bridge we build&lt;/span&gt; to our&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; love one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So, in the other words&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; we can control&lt;/span&gt; our destiny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;don't need&lt;/span&gt; to find someone who is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  First you must be &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;complete yourself&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;And then find someone &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;who love you completely...&lt;/span&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/4930519488191045012-7637497921976108580?l=cupidiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7637497921976108580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-quotes-and-philosophy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/7637497921976108580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/7637497921976108580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-quotes-and-philosophy.html' title='New Quotes and philosophy.'/><author><name>mOmO`e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710140955399430041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/SjcZNuqkPsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5fyrLFJsp-8/S220/IMG_0300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930519488191045012.post-8293427999554049895</id><published>2009-08-03T01:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T02:05:22.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>My liFe so FAr...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This day, i am overwhelming with IB stuff. There CAS hours to collect, assignment to be complete, report to finish etc. But still enjoying life cause i will live it to the fullest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I did a sketch with the theme 1Malaysia the other day. It sucks cause my line was cut by my beloved BAZY. lol. But i don't care that much it just we look really really silly. But overall the sketch was a success, we won and will be performing again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;I love my TOK(Theory of Thinking) class. It make me thinks a lot. Thinking is my hobby. I love to think about the future, the past and the present. I manipulated facts just to justify them. I think freely as i want. But this habit has cause me my love. Because i think to mush i lost her. lol. Ignore that. The latest topic of This class is abortion. Its really really complicated. But fun. I get to see a lot point of view about abortion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I talk a lot to these days. Lots and lots. I think i really need to control it. It started to annoy people and me. lol. But maybe i talk a lot because i`m afraid of the silence and being lonely. Who knows. But sometime i`m grumpy, and my classmate was so worry that they seem to be afraid to be noisy. That happen when i had a bad morning or i sleep really late. So beware..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;That it for now. i love to write and love to know people are reading it. So do comment. Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930519488191045012-8293427999554049895?l=cupidiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8293427999554049895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-life-so-far.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/8293427999554049895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/8293427999554049895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-life-so-far.html' title='My liFe so FAr...'/><author><name>mOmO`e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710140955399430041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/SjcZNuqkPsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5fyrLFJsp-8/S220/IMG_0300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930519488191045012.post-178316543900996468</id><published>2009-08-03T01:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T01:39:56.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>Things I dO on WeeKend...</title><content type='html'>This day i do a lot of things in the weekend. Having a life of a teenager. Let see what i have done so far. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;10 things&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Outing to banting and hang out in mcD.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to Alamanda and watch quarter of a movie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep in Surau Banting with the mosquitoes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep on a tables in the cold.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to sir Badarudin house(sound`s dad)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play Dota and CS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch movies. Lots and lots of movies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep really really late or never.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shuffles hideously  and get sticky and all sweaty.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Memorizing quotes in Pudu Raya.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Trust me it sound normal and boring &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;but it the best adventure&lt;/span&gt; i ever had in a few weekend. I'm so living my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930519488191045012-178316543900996468?l=cupidiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/feeds/178316543900996468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-i-do-on-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/178316543900996468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/178316543900996468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-i-do-on-weekend.html' title='Things I dO on WeeKend...'/><author><name>mOmO`e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710140955399430041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/SjcZNuqkPsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5fyrLFJsp-8/S220/IMG_0300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930519488191045012.post-1161969101253563381</id><published>2009-08-03T00:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T01:27:28.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The story of love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>Dedicated only for you...</title><content type='html'>This is a story of me&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt; falling in love&lt;/span&gt;, to a beautiful, complicated, fascinating woman who inhibits my soul. I'm pretty sure &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;you are not coming back&lt;/span&gt;, but i just feel like saying this. Whether we are together or apart, you will always &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be the woman of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The only man  i will envy, is the man &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;who wins your hearts&lt;/span&gt; and i always believe it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;my destiny to be that man&lt;/span&gt;. I can dream, can`t I? If we ever see each other again or you are walking  one day and feel a certain presence beside you, that will be me missing you wherever i am. And i hope, you will &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;never regret falling in love &lt;/span&gt;with me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930519488191045012-1161969101253563381?l=cupidiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1161969101253563381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/dedicated-only-for-you.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/1161969101253563381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/1161969101253563381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/dedicated-only-for-you.html' title='Dedicated only for you...'/><author><name>mOmO`e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710140955399430041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/SjcZNuqkPsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5fyrLFJsp-8/S220/IMG_0300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930519488191045012.post-1540330804974505931</id><published>2009-07-11T22:58:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:59:03.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>Classmate...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/Sli1835jiwI/AAAAAAAAABY/lojCxPdkOI4/s1600-h/DSC00244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357231814159338242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/Sli1835jiwI/AAAAAAAAABY/lojCxPdkOI4/s400/DSC00244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;new classmate&lt;/span&gt;. But just the back because i know them roughly, it only been 3 weeks. But &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;i really like them&lt;/span&gt;. So much &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;fun and noise&lt;/span&gt;. But it doesnt mean 517 is not fun. I miss 517 a lot. Been with them for &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;quite a time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The details about my new classmate is we in M09R and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;im the class representative&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a class president, becaese &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;i talk to much&lt;/span&gt; in the first class that everyone (well except husna maybe) &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;point to me&lt;/span&gt; when the teacher ask whos the class rep. We study in LR4 the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;only year one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; class on the ground floor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My class consist of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;15 people,&lt;/span&gt; including me. There is 6 boys and 9 girls. The boys are the &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;math genius and all fun&lt;/span&gt; Ash(Ashraf), kind Zhariff, sleepyhead and hardworking Akmal, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;sexy saxsofone&lt;/span&gt; player Seed(Azmir) and my tablemate Wan.The girls are the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;talk-a-lot&lt;/span&gt; Peanut(Syafinaz) and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;dont ask why&lt;/span&gt; or you will regret it, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt; Bazzy and her patner in crime Aleena &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the blup blup f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,the taiping girl Yana and Zatil, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;unpredictable Nisah&lt;/span&gt;, the lover girl Atiqah, the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;suprise me&lt;/span&gt; all the time Yanti and last but not least, someone i dont want to mess with Husna.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ell, so far thats all i have to say about them, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;my new classmate&lt;/span&gt;. Next time maybe &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i introduce&lt;/span&gt; one by one. But with permision of course. I hope i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;didnt offended anyone&lt;/span&gt;. If i did, im so so so sorry. Nice to know you guys. Let strugle together &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;to the very end&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i said i know so little but write so many. lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930519488191045012-1540330804974505931?l=cupidiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1540330804974505931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-my-new-classmate.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/1540330804974505931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/1540330804974505931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-my-new-classmate.html' title='Classmate...'/><author><name>mOmO`e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710140955399430041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/SjcZNuqkPsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5fyrLFJsp-8/S220/IMG_0300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/Sli1835jiwI/AAAAAAAAABY/lojCxPdkOI4/s72-c/DSC00244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930519488191045012.post-7241733529722245510</id><published>2009-07-11T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:55:46.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The story of love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My philosophy'/><title type='text'>thEory oF loVe...</title><content type='html'>Love is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;an idea&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt; more or less..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt; the idea,&lt;br /&gt; if you somehow &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333300;"&gt;forget it&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;person you love&lt;/span&gt; become a stranger,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; a friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you and your ex are &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt; then the love is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;still there&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;but it is being &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;ignore&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; live in the memories,&lt;br /&gt; it can be &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;forgotten&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;but sadly,&lt;br /&gt;it can also be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930519488191045012-7241733529722245510?l=cupidiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7241733529722245510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/07/theory-of-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/7241733529722245510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/7241733529722245510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/07/theory-of-love.html' title='thEory oF loVe...'/><author><name>mOmO`e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710140955399430041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/SjcZNuqkPsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5fyrLFJsp-8/S220/IMG_0300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930519488191045012.post-2595836802173265891</id><published>2009-07-07T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:38:16.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>2 wEEks in KMB</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;wow&lt;/span&gt;. seriously i already spend so much time here. i like it so much. i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;met new friend&lt;/span&gt;s, and still had a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;chaotic classmate&lt;/span&gt;. im noisy as always and most of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;people know me&lt;/span&gt; or at least notice me cause im &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;so hard not to notice&lt;/span&gt;( don't ask why).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate is&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt; fun&lt;/span&gt; too. i usually torture him with my&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt; none stop babbling&lt;/span&gt; and he just seem okay with it for now. but dont worry i will &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;gradually reduce my babbling&lt;/span&gt; as time goes by. i &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;really really&lt;/span&gt; have a lot of idea and stuff to write, but i dont have a laptop yet and have no idea how to get internet service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also found a lot of talented &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;tennis player&lt;/span&gt; here. it is so exciting because there is a lot of people that is better than me and&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt; i can improve my skills&lt;/span&gt; and experience playing with them. The facilities here is okay maybe this college is &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;kinda old&lt;/span&gt; but the buildings looks new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This IB is a diploma that means&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt; "internationally busy"&lt;/span&gt; is keeping me on the move &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;24\7&lt;/span&gt; and thanks to it i will have &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no social life&lt;/span&gt; for two years. But i will still &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;have fun&lt;/span&gt;. i love to stay and write more but sadly &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;time is running out&lt;/span&gt;. maybe later i will write somethings else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for know. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;(tata for now)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930519488191045012-2595836802173265891?l=cupidiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2595836802173265891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/07/2-weeks-in-kmb.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/2595836802173265891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/2595836802173265891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/07/2-weeks-in-kmb.html' title='2 wEEks in KMB'/><author><name>mOmO`e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710140955399430041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/SjcZNuqkPsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5fyrLFJsp-8/S220/IMG_0300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930519488191045012.post-1432795643488633891</id><published>2009-06-22T22:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T23:26:41.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i HEarT u siS..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/Sj-h2wyWYEI/AAAAAAAAABI/iyMRoAT7ADM/s1600-h/DSC_0948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350172844520529986" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/Sj-h2wyWYEI/AAAAAAAAABI/iyMRoAT7ADM/s400/DSC_0948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/Sj-h2blxKXI/AAAAAAAAABA/dtM5i2iE5FA/s1600-h/IMG_3609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350172838830614898" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/Sj-h2blxKXI/AAAAAAAAABA/dtM5i2iE5FA/s400/IMG_3609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/Sj-h19bW7II/AAAAAAAAAA4/c0ELQUoq6LQ/s1600-h/IMG_3530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350172830733888642" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/Sj-h19bW7II/AAAAAAAAAA4/c0ELQUoq6LQ/s400/IMG_3530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you know why &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;your parent&lt;/span&gt; name you well, by your name?? I do have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;a story&lt;/span&gt; by my name. Originally, my name is base on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AMI&lt;/span&gt;. Then it turn to Ahmad Syahmi. The one that really give me my name is my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;beloved sister, Dzeti&lt;/span&gt;. She kind of have &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;a crush&lt;/span&gt; on a boy in her &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;early age&lt;/span&gt;, name ami. So he want her &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;new &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;little brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; name ami too.. So &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my parent name&lt;/span&gt; me my name and called me AMI. So today is&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my sister 22th birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and i like to wish her the happiest birthday ever. Maybe I'm not the best or coolest brother but &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;she is the best and coolest sister&lt;/span&gt; anyone can ever dream of. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Happy birthday kakak&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i miss you around&lt;/span&gt; home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/Sj-h2wyWYEI/AAAAAAAAABI/iyMRoAT7ADM/s1600-h/DSC_0948.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930519488191045012-1432795643488633891?l=cupidiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1432795643488633891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-heart-u-sis.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/1432795643488633891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/1432795643488633891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-heart-u-sis.html' title='i HEarT u siS..'/><author><name>mOmO`e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710140955399430041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/SjcZNuqkPsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5fyrLFJsp-8/S220/IMG_0300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/Sj-h2wyWYEI/AAAAAAAAABI/iyMRoAT7ADM/s72-c/DSC_0948.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930519488191045012.post-4773073975937202117</id><published>2009-06-22T01:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T01:51:00.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>a FUN adventure...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today is saturday. i was wake by my dad. he told me something&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but I'm dint even know what he said but it sounded like we`re going out. i went to the toilet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to wash my face n brush my teeth. i wear the first shirt i got my hand on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i went down stair, pick up the helmet and wait outside. quite long he make me wait.but I'm to lazy and sleepy go get inside back. we hop on the motorcycle and ride on. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;vrooomm vrommmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i had &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;no idea&lt;/span&gt; where we are headed. i close my eyes a lot cause I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i was shock when we arrived at the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;KLCC&lt;/span&gt;. hell. Im wearing a track bottom and a shirt&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i wore yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. hope i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;dint smell&lt;/span&gt; that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why did he choose &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;KLCC&lt;/span&gt;. we went to the isetan. just window shopping. i have no idea what are he searching for. after go up and down and up again. suddenly he said, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;lapaq la, jom mkn"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;so we head to KFC which i dint really like. we eat and talk. so finally i know we came here &lt;/span&gt;to find my stuff for college.hahaha.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i was like, KLCC? bapak aku ni biar betul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;after finishing our meal my father head to the parking, so we are&lt;/span&gt; not going to buy stuff here after all. he just want to see the sale in &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;isetan.hahaha.so another trip to masjid india.Mydin. bru betul abah aku.hahaha. we buy lots of stuff here. like bed&lt;/span&gt; sheet,stationary,brush,soap and more. but i didn't take much &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cause we ride a motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we arrive home my mother kind of babbling.why didn't go to Sogo? this and that. but I'm not picky. so i dint really care.i like what i got already. i`ll live.&lt;br /&gt;this is fun. went shopping with dad and didn't even take a shower.hahaha. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i love my dad..&lt;br /&gt;happy fathers day abah... &lt;3&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/4930519488191045012-4773073975937202117?l=cupidiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4773073975937202117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/fun-adventure.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/4773073975937202117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/4773073975937202117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/fun-adventure.html' title='a FUN adventure...'/><author><name>mOmO`e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710140955399430041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/SjcZNuqkPsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5fyrLFJsp-8/S220/IMG_0300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930519488191045012.post-2120577684088627372</id><published>2009-06-20T04:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T05:19:34.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>What interesting things i did since i finish school to i start college...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;reasons&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i did this because &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;my holiday&lt;/span&gt; is almost finish, and i want to tell about it . The real &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;reason&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;couldn't &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;going to start when i &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;finish&lt;/span&gt; school, and &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;end&lt;/span&gt; today, the&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; weekend before college...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;nEw zEalaNd&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i spend 3 weeks there at my sister place. It was all fun and relaxing thing to do after all that hard work and my mother say it a gift for my good Spm result which i didn't get it yet. Funny right, but thank god it was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;PLKN&lt;/span&gt; - well all i had to say it was hellish and make i next interesting even.Another thing, it was for 3 month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;MaSSive heaRt BreaK&lt;/span&gt; - it happen the day i got the spm result. It happen because of me. Being what i am and the hellish experience for 3 month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;woRk for 3 daYs but thE pay iS 300++&lt;/span&gt; - dint ask where i work or how i got so much pay. only a certain people know and they better shut up. But the 3 days work is not interesting because of the pay, and only 2 people know about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;been iN a NighT cLub&lt;/span&gt; - they will be first for everything. so i go have a dance and that it. just want to experiences it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;AcT IN a ComMercial&lt;/span&gt; - thank for jihah for this one. believe me or not i did it and its in a club and with Search. but it was tiring like hell though. but the pay and experience pay it off.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;QuiT sMokIng&lt;/span&gt; - they will be first for everything, but no last for the most of things. but smoking is a no to me. but a few puff is to take me off the edge. don't ask the reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;leArN tO DriVe a cAr&lt;/span&gt; - hate it though driving a car. i like motorcycle better. it fast as you don't stuck in traffic but it a big risk to me and you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;eXpeRienCe an aCciDeNt&lt;/span&gt; - motorcycle thank to KORAY for this. well most of this experience is thanks to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Well,that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wrap it&lt;/span&gt; ups. That all, i think, the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;best things&lt;/span&gt; happen to me during this break. But it &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;not all good&lt;/span&gt;. It &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;sucks more&lt;/span&gt; than it was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;. But at least it over. I'm moving on and I'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; that i was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;miserable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930519488191045012-2120577684088627372?l=cupidiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2120577684088627372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-interesting-thing-i-did-since-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/2120577684088627372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/2120577684088627372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-interesting-thing-i-did-since-i.html' title='What interesting things i did since i finish school to i start college...'/><author><name>mOmO`e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710140955399430041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/SjcZNuqkPsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5fyrLFJsp-8/S220/IMG_0300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930519488191045012.post-175459510216133320</id><published>2009-06-19T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:27:07.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My philosophy'/><title type='text'>EVerYbOdY liEs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Almost &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;everybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt; lies&lt;/span&gt; right. But everyone have their own &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;reason&lt;/span&gt;. Some are for the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;greater good&lt;/span&gt;, others are just &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;selfish&lt;/span&gt;. But lie is actually a good thing because &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;the truth is so hurtful&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LieS aRe LikE ChiLdrEn, haRdWork, bUt thEy aRe wortH It, beCausE  tHe fuTure dePend oN tHem..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930519488191045012-175459510216133320?l=cupidiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/feeds/175459510216133320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/everybody-lies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/175459510216133320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/175459510216133320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/everybody-lies.html' title='EVerYbOdY liEs...'/><author><name>mOmO`e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710140955399430041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/SjcZNuqkPsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5fyrLFJsp-8/S220/IMG_0300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930519488191045012.post-8542651629258155173</id><published>2009-06-18T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:47:09.025+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>M.O.E Concert.</title><content type='html'>During this holiday of mine i did become artistic. I been to some play, a theater, and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;concert&lt;/span&gt; which this post all about. It was nice though the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;concert&lt;/span&gt;, but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have pictures of it because i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have a camera except for my phone, but i rarely use it. The thing is about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;seeing&lt;/span&gt; all of this stuff is to clear of my mind, relax. But, i decide that it not relaxing. Well i was very jealous of their skills and talents. Wow. Now i start wondering do i have talents?Wish i have one of those talents. But wishing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; get me any where does it? Well that was relaxing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930519488191045012-8542651629258155173?l=cupidiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8542651629258155173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/moe-concert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/8542651629258155173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/8542651629258155173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/moe-concert.html' title='M.O.E Concert.'/><author><name>mOmO`e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710140955399430041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/SjcZNuqkPsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5fyrLFJsp-8/S220/IMG_0300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930519488191045012.post-165412054338540605</id><published>2009-06-18T05:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T05:52:08.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The story of film'/><title type='text'>House M.D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/SjljOIL0XMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/RI84sZflN_c/s1600-h/House+M.D.+Original+Television+Soundtrack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/SjljOIL0XMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/RI84sZflN_c/s400/House+M.D.+Original+Television+Soundtrack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348415126845545666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So far this story end at season 5. Well it end not as i expected. If you are watching this story, i meant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; series you would know that house never wrong and end up solving all case he got. That make him pure genius, despite the fact he is rude, has no manner and his life is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;misrable&lt;/span&gt;. But what i like about him is he see thing through rational &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; logic thought. Mean his judgement were not base on feeling or any part of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unrational&lt;/span&gt; brain.&lt;/span&gt; By the way, what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; going to say is this season sucks. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kutner&lt;/span&gt; die so suddenly, and the finale is house is crazy. How &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;coulg&lt;/span&gt; the brilliant doctor that never make mistake gone crazy. What the hell right. But, i cant judge it yet, because maybe the will be the next season where everything will fall to place. I hope so or my favourite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; show sucks...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/4930519488191045012-165412054338540605?l=cupidiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/feeds/165412054338540605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-far-this-story-end-at-season-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/165412054338540605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/165412054338540605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-far-this-story-end-at-season-5.html' title='House M.D'/><author><name>mOmO`e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710140955399430041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/SjcZNuqkPsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5fyrLFJsp-8/S220/IMG_0300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/SjljOIL0XMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/RI84sZflN_c/s72-c/House+M.D.+Original+Television+Soundtrack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930519488191045012.post-6043680682591052746</id><published>2009-06-17T07:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T16:16:22.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My philosophy'/><title type='text'>Lesson of Life 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;`Life is just like a series of room,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and who we get stuck in those rooms with,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;adds up to what our live are going to be..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930519488191045012-6043680682591052746?l=cupidiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6043680682591052746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/lesson-of-life-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/6043680682591052746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/6043680682591052746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/lesson-of-life-1.html' title='Lesson of Life 1'/><author><name>mOmO`e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710140955399430041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/SjcZNuqkPsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5fyrLFJsp-8/S220/IMG_0300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930519488191045012.post-3171731765380550157</id><published>2009-06-16T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T12:34:23.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>Driving Experience</title><content type='html'>Last Monday, i had a driving lesson and it was hell. I dint know what got into me. Maybe i was tired but it was a mess. The teacher that teach me is one thing. He keep scolding me and mocks me. Damn of course i make mistake. If I'm so good at driving why in the hell i join the driving lesson. Despite all the fact, it kinda great experience. That day was the first time i drive on the real road. It toke me by surprise at first. He didn't tell that we are going on the real road. Even though i make a lot of mistake and hearing a lot of comment, i still think learning process never going to be easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930519488191045012-3171731765380550157?l=cupidiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3171731765380550157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/driving-experience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/3171731765380550157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/3171731765380550157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/driving-experience.html' title='Driving Experience'/><author><name>mOmO`e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710140955399430041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/SjcZNuqkPsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5fyrLFJsp-8/S220/IMG_0300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930519488191045012.post-1199807913713816466</id><published>2009-06-16T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T16:21:29.008+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The story of lyrics'/><title type='text'>Break Even</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm still alive but barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;just praying to a god that i don`t believe in&lt;br /&gt;cos i got time while she got freedom&lt;br /&gt;cos when a heart break no it don`t break even&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm going to do when the best part of me was always you,and what I'm going to say when I'm all choke up and you`re okay&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This lyrics is a song from the script. The message of this lyrics is when people had a heart break it doesn't break equally. Maybe the he doesn't feel a thing because his ego for example. Some break up make both side suffer for different reasons. But in this song he is having problem from the break up, while the she is okay with it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930519488191045012-1199807913713816466?l=cupidiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1199807913713816466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/break-even.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/1199807913713816466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/1199807913713816466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/break-even.html' title='Break Even'/><author><name>mOmO`e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710140955399430041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/SjcZNuqkPsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5fyrLFJsp-8/S220/IMG_0300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930519488191045012.post-8239061926042966128</id><published>2009-06-16T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:33:34.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The story of love'/><title type='text'>A Story Begins..</title><content type='html'>Love. This word has many definitions. Different situation, different people, define it differently. Some say love is not a feeling, it an ability. But i said love is unique. But unique doesnt describe this story. What describe it then? Well that is for you to deside...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930519488191045012-8239061926042966128?l=cupidiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8239061926042966128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-begins.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/8239061926042966128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930519488191045012/posts/default/8239061926042966128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-begins.html' title='A Story Begins..'/><author><name>mOmO`e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710140955399430041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4g2haPANfA/SjcZNuqkPsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5fyrLFJsp-8/S220/IMG_0300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
