<?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-8303985419388291908</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:25:44.856+08:00</updated><category term='Mathew Jose'/><category term='Rugby'/><category term='LOVEY'/><category term='Message'/><category term='Football Frenzy'/><category term='Curtin'/><category term='Studies'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='OMG'/><category term='Weekend'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='Pointless'/><category term='Vay-Cay'/><category term='ME'/><category term='Sisters'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='Cat and Mini-Cats'/><category term='Dramas'/><category term='FUTSAL'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Series'/><category term='Movies'/><title type='text'>2.2.8.8. MK who?</title><subtitle type='html'>It's a place with truth and honesty, words are my own and authority to express is only mine. Don't like what you read? GET OUT! No one is asking you to stay and look around.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-7511319784897859008</id><published>2011-10-14T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:02:34.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curtin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rugby'/><title type='text'>Congratulations</title><content type='html'>The 3rd Curtin International 7's Rugby Tournament 2011 was a huge success. Everything went smoothly without any major trouble or blunders. There are the little things that we overlooked and it costs us quite a lot too. So here i would like to express my deepest and most sincere gratitude to all our Sponsors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miri Housing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayasan Sarawak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kementerian Pembangunan Social dan Urbanisasi, Sarawak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miri City Council&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yb Datuk Lee Kim Shin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not to forget, without them, we would never have gotten the opportunity to work alongside Sarawak Rugby Union and referees from the Malaysia Rugby Union. A huge thank you to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miri Division Rugby Union&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all their help and support throughout the past five months. Planning was, well.. to be honest, hell. We couldn't get any sponsors at the beginning and for the last two months before the tournament, my committee members and I busted our ass off, calling people, meeting people, trying to make sure the tournament does not cancel. But thankfully, everything worked out. We even had Professor Ian Kerr, our Pro-Vice Chancellor to help out in the event. This was honestly the best event i have ever worked in. Thank you to everyone whom has made this tournament something to talk about. I honestly and sincerely am grateful to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4UbzFAgccs8/Tpgmho3MLSI/AAAAAAAAA0A/CoBFlcRhjEA/s1600/DSC02671.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4UbzFAgccs8/Tpgmho3MLSI/AAAAAAAAA0A/CoBFlcRhjEA/s320/DSC02671.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pro-Vice Chancellor, Professor Ian Kerr, giving a Welcoming Speech before the official opening ceremony of the Tournament.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J9Ess7H2eqU/TpgmjYCbv6I/AAAAAAAAA0I/Ps_zLgxMmr4/s1600/DSC02690.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J9Ess7H2eqU/TpgmjYCbv6I/AAAAAAAAA0I/Ps_zLgxMmr4/s320/DSC02690.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The VIPs are given a rugby ball each to officiate the Tournament&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uUCAIGmQYxo/TpgmlODrcRI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/jP4LOtvi5ZE/s1600/DSC02691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uUCAIGmQYxo/TpgmlODrcRI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/jP4LOtvi5ZE/s320/DSC02691.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Professor Ian Kerr performing a drop kick&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a-AxW7htOEw/TpgmnDow4iI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/_8NW6C1IwvQ/s1600/DSC02693.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a-AxW7htOEw/TpgmnDow4iI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/_8NW6C1IwvQ/s320/DSC02693.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tuan Resident, Antonio Kathi Galis, performing his drop kick. He is also the President of Miri Division Rugby Union&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mATB3XUzPm8/TpgmsRy_4yI/AAAAAAAAA0w/iOqi4I_5m8Y/s1600/DSC02719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mATB3XUzPm8/TpgmsRy_4yI/AAAAAAAAA0w/iOqi4I_5m8Y/s320/DSC02719.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Professor Ian Kerr and Tuan Resident watching the first match with the Mayor of Miri City, Mr Lawrence Lai&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening ceremony was awesome. My idea of an opening ceremony was chosen (well, technically no one else pitched their ideas so they just went along with mine) whereby every team sent two representatives on to the field and formed a receiving line. Firstly the PVC performed a drop kick, followed by the President of MDRU and then the Mayor performed his. It was all and all a great start for the tournament. Then the sad part came, CROCS lost the first match. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O9iCbioOCqA/Tpgmo3jnD9I/AAAAAAAAA0g/09tl1JuW6FE/s1600/DSC02701.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O9iCbioOCqA/Tpgmo3jnD9I/AAAAAAAAA0g/09tl1JuW6FE/s320/DSC02701.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The teams that came to participate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--EwMSjkktVY/Tpgmq-WcYyI/AAAAAAAAA0o/xIiSWmSRGhE/s1600/DSC02706.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--EwMSjkktVY/Tpgmq-WcYyI/AAAAAAAAA0o/xIiSWmSRGhE/s320/DSC02706.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;CROCS First Game&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was the quarter finals, semi's and then finals for all division. Cup, Plate, Bowl and Spoon. Yes, you read right, SPOON. If we had more than 12 team that day, we might have had Fork as well. Even with so many divisions, Curtin still did not manage to win any of it. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RhfvFRzH2Xw/Tpgm_jNTTpI/AAAAAAAAA04/PqEAxyE5lkY/s1600/DSC02975.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RhfvFRzH2Xw/Tpgm_jNTTpI/AAAAAAAAA04/PqEAxyE5lkY/s320/DSC02975.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bintulu Rugby Club won Spoon&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S8Kgd4XrEWI/TpgnBT-q2xI/AAAAAAAAA1A/X-doHKcDzyI/s1600/DSC02977.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S8Kgd4XrEWI/TpgnBT-q2xI/AAAAAAAAA1A/X-doHKcDzyI/s320/DSC02977.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bandar Knights brought back the Bowl&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg4IlpYyFnc/TpgnDVhGMuI/AAAAAAAAA1I/m1FPILrNn1I/s1600/DSC02978.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg4IlpYyFnc/TpgnDVhGMuI/AAAAAAAAA1I/m1FPILrNn1I/s320/DSC02978.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;SHAOW Old Boys got Silver for Plate Division&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xurk8p_mITU/TpgnFLdgQpI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/E8F21svjc5Y/s1600/DSC02980.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xurk8p_mITU/TpgnFLdgQpI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/E8F21svjc5Y/s320/DSC02980.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;SHAOW Warriors brought back the Plate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2PTzPmA99h8/TpgnG-Ryh5I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/IIuw8DCbLpw/s1600/DSC02981.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2PTzPmA99h8/TpgnG-Ryh5I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/IIuw8DCbLpw/s320/DSC02981.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kuala Belait Pythons got the 1st Runner up for CUP Division, Silver medals and RM650 prize money&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-deEEgteumig/TpgnIiPpGeI/AAAAAAAAA1g/C1mNvhA-dLg/s1600/DSC02984.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-deEEgteumig/TpgnIiPpGeI/AAAAAAAAA1g/C1mNvhA-dLg/s320/DSC02984.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;LABUAN RUGBY CLUB won the tournament, holding the CUP, bringing back Gold Medals &lt;br /&gt;and RM1200 Prize Money&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ugO4PeG_348/TpgnKbnT58I/AAAAAAAAA1o/JYkMAkFyxZw/s1600/DSC02988.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ugO4PeG_348/TpgnKbnT58I/AAAAAAAAA1o/JYkMAkFyxZw/s320/DSC02988.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are the awesome referees i got to work with. Mr Jim Lee and Mr Mawi is not present in this picture though&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jQkFLjNxGJs/TpgnMF1qy8I/AAAAAAAAA1w/Ql1VZrQKIYI/s1600/DSC02992.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jQkFLjNxGJs/TpgnMF1qy8I/AAAAAAAAA1w/Ql1VZrQKIYI/s320/DSC02992.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the end of the day, the officials took a picture with the Tournament winner&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It is indeed a great year for Curtin Rugby Club! Hopefully it will be like this again for the coming years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;MK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-7511319784897859008?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/7511319784897859008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=7511319784897859008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/7511319784897859008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/7511319784897859008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2011/10/congratulations.html' title='Congratulations'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4UbzFAgccs8/Tpgmho3MLSI/AAAAAAAAA0A/CoBFlcRhjEA/s72-c/DSC02671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-2234187532189874787</id><published>2011-10-03T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T23:19:36.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curtin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rugby'/><title type='text'>It's Coming</title><content type='html'>The highly anticipated 3rd Curtin International 7's Rugby Tournament is on the way. Come and support your local rugby club people! See you on Saturday, 8th October 2011!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c7fmpZaZvAE/TonP7ck84FI/AAAAAAAAAz0/113XuACoeCo/s1600/298860_10150394862555973_593410972_10354202_130162714_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c7fmpZaZvAE/TonP7ck84FI/AAAAAAAAAz0/113XuACoeCo/s400/298860_10150394862555973_593410972_10354202_130162714_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Support CROCS, COLTS and MDRU! *hot rugger alert!*&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous Curtin 7's was done in year 2009. Now it's our time. Hip hip hey! Wish us luck! And be there to support! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;MK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-2234187532189874787?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/2234187532189874787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=2234187532189874787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/2234187532189874787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/2234187532189874787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-coming.html' title='It&apos;s Coming'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c7fmpZaZvAE/TonP7ck84FI/AAAAAAAAAz0/113XuACoeCo/s72-c/298860_10150394862555973_593410972_10354202_130162714_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Curtin University of Technology, Lutong, Brunei Darussalam</georss:featurename><georss:point>4.5108483 114.0175804</georss:point><georss:box>4.4791893 113.9780984 4.5425073000000005 114.0570624</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-2267439173586549987</id><published>2011-09-24T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T21:11:29.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rugby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG'/><title type='text'>RWC 2011 v1.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AfzntADg4x8/Tn3Wtz6aHnI/AAAAAAAAAzw/_GN-HbTnQVs/s1600/rugbyworldcup2011.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="120" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AfzntADg4x8/Tn3Wtz6aHnI/AAAAAAAAAzw/_GN-HbTnQVs/s320/rugbyworldcup2011.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there will be more Rugby World Cup posts coming up so lets just name it that. I went to Mings Cafe with the ruggers to watch New Zealand versus France. It was exciting and half the time i was so distracted by Sonny Bill Williams being on the pitch *omgomgomgomgomg melts*. I enjoyed the game and as predicted the All Black won! Andy had a hard time being there with us as he was amongst the few (meaning only 2) who were supporting the French team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2LTZVfmpYSc/Tn3R5wdQ_3I/AAAAAAAAAzE/POA3ubtwOqs/s1600/DSCN0723.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2LTZVfmpYSc/Tn3R5wdQ_3I/AAAAAAAAAzE/POA3ubtwOqs/s320/DSCN0723.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was HIGH-larious how Andy got boo-ed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOT4zpHDh4s/Tn3SX5s25FI/AAAAAAAAAzI/MJXUsZ7uu44/s1600/DSCN0720.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOT4zpHDh4s/Tn3SX5s25FI/AAAAAAAAAzI/MJXUsZ7uu44/s320/DSCN0720.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two lovely ladies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1MeDyKCTwdY/Tn3SmhjHPhI/AAAAAAAAAzM/M41ACJJJ7v8/s1600/DSCN0722.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1MeDyKCTwdY/Tn3SmhjHPhI/AAAAAAAAAzM/M41ACJJJ7v8/s320/DSCN0722.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All Blacks fans having a very serious discussion!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oJhI_S6df0w/Tn3S2M7GxeI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/4NfFpZ7QV5M/s1600/DSCN0724.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oJhI_S6df0w/Tn3S2M7GxeI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/4NfFpZ7QV5M/s320/DSCN0724.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other French supporter being so jolly! (during half-time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5tUUwDsKiaA/Tn3TF-WpHkI/AAAAAAAAAzU/70STxvuGp9s/s1600/DSCN0725.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5tUUwDsKiaA/Tn3TF-WpHkI/AAAAAAAAAzU/70STxvuGp9s/s320/DSCN0725.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other French Supporter sitting in the midst of All Blacks Supporter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySzDIadp5qs/Tn3TVF0lMvI/AAAAAAAAAzY/yVrlISbxYqU/s1600/DSCN0728.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySzDIadp5qs/Tn3TVF0lMvI/AAAAAAAAAzY/yVrlISbxYqU/s320/DSCN0728.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Son and me. Weeeee~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NnDVufi-ito/Tn3TkpEn-HI/AAAAAAAAAzc/DJxHW6-mqYM/s1600/DSCN0729.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NnDVufi-ito/Tn3TkpEn-HI/AAAAAAAAAzc/DJxHW6-mqYM/s320/DSCN0729.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hilary and I. A new friend i made while watching the match. Kiwi fan from New Zealand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fhs980i-Has/Tn3TzfHtlrI/AAAAAAAAAzg/vrJjcXG_GcM/s1600/DSCN0730.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fhs980i-Has/Tn3TzfHtlrI/AAAAAAAAAzg/vrJjcXG_GcM/s320/DSCN0730.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All Blacks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1mkBcoClg8c/Tn3UCXQz3DI/AAAAAAAAAzk/haChbdr8DGU/s1600/DSCN0737.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1mkBcoClg8c/Tn3UCXQz3DI/AAAAAAAAAzk/haChbdr8DGU/s320/DSCN0737.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All Blacks Ladies with two very very &lt;i&gt;keppo&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the other hand, here's a yummy-yummy-screw picture! Just for drools! *melts*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5XZRyow9awU/Tn3WTEdcPNI/AAAAAAAAAzo/XpqZpwSFO8I/s1600/874053-sonny-bill-williams.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5XZRyow9awU/Tn3WTEdcPNI/AAAAAAAAAzo/XpqZpwSFO8I/s320/874053-sonny-bill-williams.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sonny Bill Williams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Q0UAZ6OVc/Tn3WTxuTjDI/AAAAAAAAAzs/LWlY22MItZk/s1600/pic11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Q0UAZ6OVc/Tn3WTxuTjDI/AAAAAAAAAzs/LWlY22MItZk/s320/pic11.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How can you not melt because of that. Look at those perfect abs! *drools*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, anticipate more updates from me! Very excited now that i'm blogging again! Yeay me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cheerios,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;MKate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-2267439173586549987?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/2267439173586549987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=2267439173586549987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/2267439173586549987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/2267439173586549987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2011/09/rwc-2011-v10.html' title='RWC 2011 v1.0'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AfzntADg4x8/Tn3Wtz6aHnI/AAAAAAAAAzw/_GN-HbTnQVs/s72-c/rugbyworldcup2011.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-7701594451742476971</id><published>2011-09-24T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T13:25:17.521+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVEY'/><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Happy 4th Anniversary to Me and Idzuan! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--pHANdRwzUw/Tn1pfszIG5I/AAAAAAAAAzA/RwIIPJ452A4/s1600/321055_10150297693421476_730846475_8038900_195523034_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--pHANdRwzUw/Tn1pfszIG5I/AAAAAAAAAzA/RwIIPJ452A4/s320/321055_10150297693421476_730846475_8038900_195523034_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the flowers love! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Nadea, Emily and Ali for making this anniversary very much memorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-7701594451742476971?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/7701594451742476971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=7701594451742476971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/7701594451742476971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/7701594451742476971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--pHANdRwzUw/Tn1pfszIG5I/AAAAAAAAAzA/RwIIPJ452A4/s72-c/321055_10150297693421476_730846475_8038900_195523034_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-8513278625866175073</id><published>2011-09-24T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T13:18:29.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curtin'/><title type='text'>Transcendent</title><content type='html'>I have this thing you know, when a weird word comes in my head and i suddenly am intrigued of its meaning. So today, my word of the day would be Transcendent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past few weeks has been so hectic. I mean come on, how hectic can a students' life be right? But for some reason i felt as if i had none of ME time. Every waking minute was devoted for some other important things. Like studies, assignments, a butt load of Rugby and spending time with friends. It's been a while since i had a full ME time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty excited about the Curtin International 7's Rugby Tournament that will be held on the 8th and 9th of October 2011. Proud of the CROCS for training hard and thankful to MDRU for helping out and training the ruggers. It so happens that on the day the tournament commences, the quarter finals of the RWC 2011 will be on. Gahhhhhhh.. Priorities! It's been challenging being the first woman President for the Curtin Rugby Club. Hopefully the club will live on and advance to the future! Weeee~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, i honestly think that everyone, once in a while, needs a psychiatric evaluation done on them. Don't know why, but it's just a thought. You know how some people are diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, what if some people has it and people around them got annoyed because they didn't know about it? Pity them right? Thus that actually concludes my point of view of understanding people around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to go! RWC 2011 starts at 1430 Malaysia time. Until whenever i have free time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios.&lt;br /&gt;MKate&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/8303985419388291908-8513278625866175073?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/8513278625866175073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=8513278625866175073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/8513278625866175073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/8513278625866175073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2011/09/transcendent.html' title='Transcendent'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-1686075534782919067</id><published>2011-09-24T12:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T12:48:58.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ages much?</title><content type='html'>I know i have not much readers but still, whoever who still reads my blog, i deeply apologize for being AWOL for such a long time (i think). So i have been busy with school work and curricular activities that made my limitless time pact and unavailable for blogging, but mostly is because i am too lazy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night a few juniors came to my house and we talked about blogs. It has come to my attention that i have absolutely completely no idea why i start blogging in the first place. Probably it was peer pressure, friends i had back in those days are active bloggers and i just want to have one at that particular time i suppose. But now, today, i will rehash the purpose of me having a blog in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To update on my current affairs&lt;br /&gt;2. Voice out my ideas on conventional ways of understanding issues&lt;br /&gt;3. Admitting my rights and wrong towards whatever situations and incidents that occurs&lt;br /&gt;4. Help anyone who asks for my help in learning English (not that i am sooooooooooo excellent at it, but i'll try to help as much) or Sarawak dialect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all these i will fulfill with highest attempt not to hurt anyone's feelings. If i ever do, please know that i am just like any other human being, prone to mistakes. Please do forgive me if i ever did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now that my purpose have been comprehensible, i shall commence my duty as a blogger anytime soon. Please do hope that i have the time and mood to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios&lt;br /&gt;M.K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-1686075534782919067?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/1686075534782919067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=1686075534782919067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/1686075534782919067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/1686075534782919067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2011/09/ages-much.html' title='Ages much?'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-6600311781487673043</id><published>2011-05-31T20:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T22:00:13.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pointless'/><title type='text'>It's been a whole year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Like the title says, it's been a whole year since i last updated my blog. Maybe because i was so lazy to post up anything before, and mind you, i actually did thought of deleting this blog. It felt useless for me to have one that i don't update much. But i know i'll miss it badly. It's somehow my only memory of my past. I had a new laptop this year, that means i left one piece of my memory behind, i had a new phone and that makes two already. I lost my hard disk that Ezu got me two years back, and i left all the hardcore fun things in life behind to move forward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I was never a fan of chemical substance, and everyone who knew me well, should know that when it comes to that part, i'm clean. Never have, never will, god's willing. I have finally changed for the better. Well, even Rome wasn't built in a day true? Baby steps mon chéri, baby steps. It's such a huge lie to say that i don't miss my past life, not that i died or anything, but yes, i do miss the old way of life i use to have. I miss the dressing ups, i miss the craziness, i miss the hangovers, i miss the place selections, i miss the booze, i miss the games, yes, i miss everything about it. If you ask me now, i never regret going through that phase in life, i never will. It has taught me so much. It made me into who i am today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You know when people say sometimes the days you're gonna go thru imitates the ones you have seen on TV, well, what if it's the other way around? That would be cool don't you think? What if what's happening in your life now is not all candies and rainbows? That would suck. Sometimes i wish i was far far away where no one knows me and would never harm me. Sometimes i wish that you would've came sooner. Sometimes i wish that you were him instead. But i know one thing is for sure, most of the time, i'm thankful that i always have someone to rely on. Through thick and thin, joyrides and accidents, i know i can always count on you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Have you ever wondered how is it to love someone unconditionally? Guess what, lemme tell you something, THAT'S BULLSHIT! There will always, always be something that you would want in return. I know what i want, i want you to understand me without me even saying a word. I want you to be able to look at me and know what i want, what i need. I just wanna be over and done with this year. I want to move forward, i want to be yours for real. Not just like this. I WANT TO BE YOURS! 8-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hopefully this is not my last post of the century (exaggerating a little there)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Until next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;MKate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&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/8303985419388291908-6600311781487673043?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/6600311781487673043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=6600311781487673043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/6600311781487673043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/6600311781487673043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-been-whole-year.html' title='It&apos;s been a whole year'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-306213854182248834</id><published>2010-10-18T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T22:48:46.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pointless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVEY'/><title type='text'>You know i'm one of a kind, there'll never be another me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can't get me out of your mind? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're lost in your own fantasy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And when you look in my eyes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is it hard for you to realize?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She'll never be me!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been off the grid lately. Hardly update my blog at all. I know i know I've been neglecting it like hell. Poor bloggy. It's okay love, i'll update you on a daily basis soon enough. Semester is almost over. This semester is not as good as before. I prefer last semester more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's the 3 years anniversary last September. It was awesome. Not magical but I'm not complaining. I miss Ezuan a lot nowadays. Kinda wish for him to be next to me 24/7, 365. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Speaking of which, Ezu told me about one of his friend, he dislikes her a lot and i wish so much to meet her so i can tell her off to her face. Mess with my fiancée, i'll hunt you down to the ground woman and i swear you'll wish you were never born. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh well, that's it for now i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Baby baby baby ooo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I MISS YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-306213854182248834?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/306213854182248834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=306213854182248834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/306213854182248834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/306213854182248834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-know-im-one-of-kind-therell-never.html' title='You know i&apos;m one of a kind, there&apos;ll never be another me'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-6614260569327736422</id><published>2010-07-06T22:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T22:54:31.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vay-Cay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curtin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG'/><title type='text'>So kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you'll wait for me, hold me like you'll never let me go</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;I'm leaving on a jetplane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't know when i'll be back again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh babe, i have to go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just got back from KL for the Media trip. It was awesome. We visited a few places. &lt;i&gt;Bernama, Media Prima, Malay Mail, RTM, Jabatan Filem Negara, Red Com, Berjaya Hotel&lt;/i&gt;. We learned a lot about the industry as a whole as well as had a sneak-peek on what we are going to do when we enter the working phase, in Broadcasting as well as in PR. My pictures are mostly with Izzat and the Fiancee. I didn't bring my camera along as i thought it was a hassle, plus the Fiancee prepared a camera for me to use anyways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I MET MY BABY LOVE IN KL! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was awesome. I haven't seen him for almost a month, and when i did again, i was in KL! Usually he will be the one flying down to Miri to see me but this time, since i was going for the Media trip, so it's like &lt;i&gt;killing two birds with one stone&lt;/i&gt;. Woot woot... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had a slight technical difficulties the first night we arrived. The hotel was a total no-no believe me! We moved to Boulevard hotel for the night and then ended up at Sky Hotel after that. I wasn't planning on going shopping as i had all my essentials with me. Plus, i was planning to eat a lot rather than shop. Turns out, i went on a shopping frenzy right after the media trip ended. Good Lord, my money just flew away in an instant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went to Carls Jr., Chillis, Wondermilk, Wendy's, McD drivethru and a bunch of other places to eat. Watch Knight and Day also in GSC Times Square. Shopped at Petaling Street, Bukit Bintang Plaza - Sungei Wang, went to Mid Valley, Suria KLCC, and God know where else. It was hectic yet enjoyable. Seriously, i'll have a trip like that again next time. Trust me i will! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I also manage to see &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dinesh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sedut&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Didn't hang out much but it's okay. Just as long as i get to see them. Met Ezu's friends as well. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Arm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was a delight to hang out with. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Farid&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was a bit quiet and seem to have a smile on his face all the time. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Munir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; disappeared after a while. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hizir&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was totally cute. He was the one always getting bullied (well, not those violent thingy, just being teased all the time) and yet he just laughs about it. It was so cute, really. I don't have to worry about Ezu being with the wrong people there 'cause as far as i'm concern, he's in good hands, and so am i. I have great friends around me who supports me in life, as well as in studies. It's just awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now i'm back in Miri. It made me regret going back early. Seriously. Should've stayed a few days longer. Hmph... I miss my fiancee a lot already... but it's okay. We'll be together again in no time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-6614260569327736422?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/6614260569327736422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=6614260569327736422&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/6614260569327736422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/6614260569327736422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-kiss-me-and-smile-for-tell-me-that.html' title='So kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you&apos;ll wait for me, hold me like you&apos;ll never let me go'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-9004850643683176063</id><published>2010-06-23T23:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T03:35:05.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curtin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Series'/><title type='text'>Sometimes i feel like my heart will overflow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Hello, I just got to let you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuz i'll wonder where you are and i'll wonder what you'll do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are you somewhere feeling lonely or is someone loving you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tell me how to win your heart for i haven't got a clue.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But let me start by saying i love you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is it me you're looking for?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/TCJhv7tfmrI/AAAAAAAAAyo/ps6dT2prDlg/s200/glee1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486054772200938162" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just finish watching Glee. SO LATE? I know right. I've been so caught up in my studies that series i bothered to download and keep myself up-to-date was only &lt;i&gt;How I Met Your Mother, The Vampire Diaries&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;True Blood&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;HIMYM&lt;/i&gt; was because, let's face it, it's just &lt;b&gt;Awesome&lt;/b&gt;! I mean seriously, come on, tell me you haven't heard of the whole &lt;i&gt;Barney Stinson&lt;/i&gt; and his theories. As for the other two, i just like fantasies, i like fictions. I like Vampires! Twilight Saga is not exactly what i have in mind. Then again, the books are awesome though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jessy St. James sings well. He's got one awesome voice. Not to forget Neil Patrick Harris too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What did you ask? Studies? Yea, you read right. I typed studies there. Hehe... Yes! Damn it. I studied okay. I know i know, Mea + Studying = Lying / Shocker. But yea, swallow the truth! I actually studied this time. Hardly ever miss class without a reasonable excuse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, i changed my course to &lt;i&gt;Bachelor of Arts, Majoring in Mass Communication, PR Stream&lt;/i&gt;. If only i took this from the very beginning, I would actually graduate next semester. It's okay. Everything happens for a reason right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yea i answered issue no &lt;i&gt;TWO&lt;/i&gt; already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time when i actually have more to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-9004850643683176063?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/9004850643683176063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=9004850643683176063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/9004850643683176063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/9004850643683176063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2010/06/sometimes-i-feel-like-my-heart-will.html' title='Sometimes i feel like my heart will overflow.'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/TCJhv7tfmrI/AAAAAAAAAyo/ps6dT2prDlg/s72-c/glee1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-932857127211435836</id><published>2010-06-22T21:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T23:30:41.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVEY'/><title type='text'>33rd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;When you watch a movie or listen to a song, it has this impact where it can influence your emotions for the moment. Lets say watching Gossip Girl. It makes me want to try to relate what happens in my daily life to what happens on screen. Can't deny that there is a side of me who wants my life to be like what's portrayed on the silver screen. Then again, no drama in reality happens that way. Well, that's what i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I watched the last episode of Gossip Girl season 3 last night. Only last night. I know it was out a long time ago. Due to busy schedule, i can't find the time to download. In the last episode Dan Humphrey and Blair were talking about signs in life. How the Empire State Building was to be the symbol of Chuck and Blair's relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I had my own fair share of sign in relationship experience today. Not exactly relationship but perhaps friendship? I was suppose to meet up with one of my closest friends, but then, as expected, my friend bailed on me. Not that i was putting high hopes to see this friend, but it would be nice if a promise is kept. I'm tired of trying to make things happen. Right now I'll just wait for it to happen. If it doesn't, then that means it's not meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I was feeling very crestfallen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(a new word i learn today. it means sad and disappointed. =P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. I don't think i deserve to be treated in such way. I was asking myself why i let my ancient feelings resurface. And just at the moment that i asked myself, a very very very familiar song played on Mix.FM. Guess what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Never Had A Dream Come True by S Club 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. Seriously? Can my mind be more obvious on playing tricks with my feelings? Goodness gracious me! Watching LBS just now, also made me reminisce about my past. The one thing that made me snap back to reality was when...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My fiancee called and said "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Happy Anniversary baby!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;". Oh My God! I FORGOT ABOUT IT! This is the first time i actually forgot our &lt;i&gt;monthsary&lt;/i&gt;. Then, i flew back to reality and thought of how awesome my fiancee is and to what extend he would jump the miles for me. There you go, 4 months ago, i address Ezu as my boyfriend or the Boyfriend, but now, he's no longer my boyfriend. He's my fiancee, my one true love. No matter how bad life drops on me, i know for a fact i will always have him. He's my savior, my knight in shining armor, my prince charming. No matter how my past drags me back, I know my future triumphs it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So here's some pieces on my number &lt;i&gt;ONE&lt;/i&gt; puzzle. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/TCDVy_xIg7I/AAAAAAAAAx8/OSUNAQUNIhk/s320/wan+mea+pose.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485619418224952242" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So Ezu sayang, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Happy 33rd Monthsary Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I love you so much Abg and i can't wait to spend my lifetime loving you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm you Mea, i'm your Mira, your Kate and Katerina. I'm everything you want me to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;See you when i see you, Love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;MK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&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/8303985419388291908-932857127211435836?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/932857127211435836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=932857127211435836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/932857127211435836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/932857127211435836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2010/06/33rd.html' title='33rd'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/TCDVy_xIg7I/AAAAAAAAAx8/OSUNAQUNIhk/s72-c/wan+mea+pose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-4332163735441129178</id><published>2010-06-22T03:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T03:59:59.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>Rainy Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Welcome again to my lovely readers, how ever much you may be, as you all know, when the holiday begins, that means I'm back. Miss me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know you totally do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What did u miss, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;you ask? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well a lot actually. Like for example, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, I'm engaged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, I am no longer a business student and currently enrolled under Bachelor of Arts, where i belong (Will tell you the details in time). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, new people in town, new faces on the spotted list, new entourage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, old flames die hard and finally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;five,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i am back here, right where I started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So before, it seems like my life is so boring, like i have nothing to say, and just when i was getting comfortable, all the drama, scandals and everything i worked on not getting in to, have found its way to me, rising from the ashes. Shocker! I know, I'm lame. That may be it, but then again, sometimes i don't know who i am anymore. Care to tell me? Be my guest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You know how people living in other parts of the world like the Northern or Southern hemisphere gets to say, summer holidays, spring break, winter holidays and the fall dance? From where i am, it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;rainy holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; freakin' hot breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;haze holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. And right now, it's option one of three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Friends, family, foes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;frienemies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How's rainy holidays treating you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'd give up anything in this world to eliminate the last 2 out of four i mentioned above, but they just have to exist. I know i know, no one wants enemies. Apparently they're not trying hard enough to banish enemies and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;frienemies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; off their list. If people wanna be friends with you, it's an honor and it's an opportunity. If they chose the path less traveled, then who are you to deny them their freedom of rights, true? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I lost a friend this year. Not physically, God forbid, I would never want it that way. She was one that i valued in life and when i lost her, at first it was unbearable. How would you feel if you lost a friend who you took in when her world was falling apart, or a friend who you would trust your hearts out? A friend whom you learnt made mistakes and bad decisions but you still stuck with her? How exactly was i to forget to have such friend? It wasn't easy believe me, but hey, life moves on. I moved on. When people make big mistakes, stupid decisions, i was, most of the time, there for them and never chose sides, but when i was in their shoes, i don't get that same treatment i hoped for. Well guess what, you thought me this way. I can be the best friend in the world you can find, but i can also be the worst friend you could rely on. Just choose which you prefer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Besides the whole "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;friends-walk-away-but-they-leave-footsteps-in-your-heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" episode of my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;OH-so-BORING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; life, i was stuck in a position where i was force to decide what kind of friend i should be. The best friend who only knows to look out for you in your best interest, or the supportive i'm always here for you if you need me, but if you don't i'm not there type of best friend. So which path have i chosen? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The truth is, i don't know. I try my very best to look out for my loved ones best interest, but it always, and trust me when i say this, ALWAYS backfires to me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Seriously, God, are you trying to punish me because i care too much about others? I need your answer 'cuz i'm desperately in need of a sign here.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; I want to be the friend that you can have under all weather and conditions, but then again, i have my do's and don't's. I admit, i'm not exactly the center of attention in the social status right now, or ever, or not that i ever want to be, but i'm just done with the whole putting myself out there, testing the market and all. I'm done. Parties for me are like bitter medicine, i only eat it when i really really really have to, as if my life depends on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, with regards to prior situation in discussion, some people just like it when i stay out of their businesses and laundries. I realize that when you're trying to offer help to people who don't think they need it, then you're just going to be making a fool out of yourself. I tried my best to protect the people i love, truth is, they don't want to be protected. I just don't want to go through the whole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;empire-crumbling-down-and-putting-the-pieces-back-together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; stage. I was trying to avoid it from happening. But i guess, rules of nature just have to be followed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So there, I've told you bits and pieces of the number &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;THREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, but not exactly everything yet. If you're so bored to your bones, not knowing what to do to fill in your free time, keep yourself updated. There's bound to be more coming from me. Those are not even remotely close to the things i wanna tell you about. Keep yourself posted aight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;MK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8303985419388291908-4332163735441129178?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/4332163735441129178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=4332163735441129178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/4332163735441129178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/4332163735441129178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2010/06/rainy-holidays.html' title='Rainy Holidays'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-8538263945987590644</id><published>2010-05-20T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T21:07:00.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pointless'/><title type='text'>Here I Am Again</title><content type='html'>It's been so long since i updated my blog. It's been a very busy semester and i just didn't feel any need to blog before. But today I think I just wanna let it out eh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't feel like myself anymore. I'm actually doing work, which is a good thing. But... ntah la. Kan easy if i don't have a heart. Then i'd just feel numb. Senang kecil hati already now? Weird kan. OMG...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drama Production editing going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till next time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-8538263945987590644?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/8538263945987590644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=8538263945987590644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/8538263945987590644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/8538263945987590644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2010/05/here-i-am-again.html' title='Here I Am Again'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-7355523302520172996</id><published>2010-05-03T14:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T14:35:59.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Message'/><title type='text'>ANNOUNCEMENTS</title><content type='html'>I know i've been away from my blog for a VERY VERY long time. And so i shall be again. I'm sorry but i am very busy right now and i don't have time for blogging. Until next time when i am free. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the One and Only,&lt;br /&gt;Mea&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-7355523302520172996?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/7355523302520172996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=7355523302520172996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/7355523302520172996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/7355523302520172996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2010/05/announcements.html' title='ANNOUNCEMENTS'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-6154100315370027914</id><published>2010-02-03T14:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T14:50:54.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG'/><title type='text'>How beautiful it is, just to be like this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Current song : I Wanna Be With You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(By Mandy Moore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh baby i can't fight this feeling anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It drives me crazy when i try to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So call my name, take my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can you make my wish baby, your command.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I use to go crazy over this song and play it on repeat every night when i was 13. I have every song for every ex boyfriend by then and i remember perfectly who this song was for. The same person who makes me smile when i listen to Mad by Ne-yo &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(coincidence much that right after I Wanna Be With You, Mad played? Seriously?)&lt;/span&gt;. I had issues with my feelings before but i am all good now. I finally sorted things out. Realized i can live without any guy in my life, i can live even without the Boyfriend. But i know one thing for sure, i won't survive if he's not around. He's like my life line &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(it's beginning to turn into an emo-post.. oh dear..)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I finally watched Glee. It's not about being in the loop like everyone else, but it's the matter of curiosity. I mean, come on, the show's won a few awards and it's barely finished 1 season. So this phenomenon should be like super Effing good right? So i went ahead and watched it. I laughed my ass off watching episode 4. No, seriously. I literally rolled on my bed laughing. It's got a nice story line, it's not really as spectacular tho. I'm not throwing myself into the fever, like i did gossip girl, but it makes me curious enough to keep on watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I watched the award shows on time but for me, the dresses this year is not really *kaboooom* you know. It's just an *eh... ok*. Kinda disappointed because most people watches award shows for the performance, the amazing unaffordable outfits and just to know who wins. I liked Fergie's dress for Oscars. I liked Lea Michele's dress for Grammy's. Looking forward for Academy Awards. *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://iansomerhalder.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 570px;" src="http://iansomerhalder.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Vampire Diaries is back on track. AWESOME~ Yea, i started watching it again, and downloading. My lappy's hard disk is like left with 2GB. No seriously! Sending my baby for maintenance and also updates. Kinda sad to be away from my MacBook. But it's okay. After 2 weeks, it's gonna be updated to Snow Leopard! Woot woot!!! I can't wait to watch Vampire Diaries full season! Elena and Stefan, Matt and Caroline.. Bonnie with Ben? Will Damon be with Katherine? I wanna knowww!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://weblogs.wpix.com/entertainment/gossipguy/the-vampire-diaries-cast-picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 540px;" src="http://weblogs.wpix.com/entertainment/gossipguy/the-vampire-diaries-cast-picture.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the One and Only,&lt;br /&gt;Mea&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-6154100315370027914?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/6154100315370027914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=6154100315370027914&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/6154100315370027914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/6154100315370027914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-beautiful-it-is-just-to-be-like.html' title='How beautiful it is, just to be like this...'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-556186833073746329</id><published>2010-01-26T12:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T12:43:44.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pointless'/><title type='text'>We're not the same, like we use to be..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Current Song : The Ice is Getting Thinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(By Death Cab For Cutie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when i think about it, TV drama is just meant for TV ain't it? Whatever happens on Gossip Girl, stays on Gossip Girl. It doesn't happen to us? Does it? Well, the drama, maybe, but dude, they're filthy rich. Makes me sad.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/00026330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 490px; height: 528px;" src="http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/00026330.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I run out of ideas on what to blog nowadays. Until next time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the One and Only,&lt;br /&gt;Mea&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&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/8303985419388291908-556186833073746329?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/556186833073746329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=556186833073746329&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/556186833073746329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/556186833073746329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2010/01/current-song-ice-is-getting-thinner-by.html' title='We&apos;re not the same, like we use to be..'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-379136476513479261</id><published>2010-01-23T16:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T17:06:34.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVEY'/><title type='text'>2 years 4 months and counting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/S1q5W-MDeyI/AAAAAAAAAxg/mvOpvxp-7XM/s1600-h/IMG_4926.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/S1q5W-MDeyI/AAAAAAAAAxg/mvOpvxp-7XM/s320/IMG_4926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429856105050372898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Thinking about what the future has in stored for me. Missing the Boyfriend. And busy with work. The Sri-Lankan brother called me this afternoon. Goodness gracious i miss them both so much. I'll wait for the moment i'll be with them both again! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy 28th Monthsary my darling Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I can't tell you how much i miss you. And thank god for technology, i found skype for Mac. Yeay... Skype-ing with the Boyfriend all the time now! YAY ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;the One and Only,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Mea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&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/8303985419388291908-379136476513479261?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/379136476513479261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=379136476513479261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/379136476513479261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/379136476513479261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2010/01/2-years-4-months-and-counting.html' title='2 years 4 months and counting!'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/S1q5W-MDeyI/AAAAAAAAAxg/mvOpvxp-7XM/s72-c/IMG_4926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-2801858204229759150</id><published>2010-01-05T13:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T15:59:38.825+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pointless'/><title type='text'>From the moment that i saw your face and felt the fire in your sweet embrace...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know most people says that sparks fade in time. You're in love today, and tomorrow but not the day after. I feel like a little kid when it comes to feeling all giddy and up in the air. I think it's because God looked down to me and reminded me of the purpose of living, and how to live a peaceful life. Honestly, i've got everything i ever wanted. Everything. There's not even 1 wants or needs in my life that is not fulfilled. And i learned something that made my life a better place, forgiveness. Forgive and forget. And yes, i choose to forgive and forget everything in the past. The good memories i treasure, the bad ones, i learn from them. The most important thing is i forgive everyone who has ever wronged me in the past and move forward. Don't get me wrong, please. I'm not specifying and pointing fingers. I'm not saying out names. I'm not doing all that. It's not what you think. Seriously, i am just stating this as how i feel. I don't hate any of you. Hatred can only bring you this far. Forgiveness has no boundaries. Sky is the limit. I just wanna live in peace and serenity. This is the year i choose to start over. Open up a new chapter in my book of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kittenroars.blogspot.com/"&gt;Raula&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://hillie1203.wordpress.com/"&gt;Hillie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://udrivemeinsane.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nadea&lt;/a&gt;, Jay, Anum, Dya, &lt;a href="http://sweetinpain.blogspot.com/"&gt;Efa&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://accyee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Abby&lt;/a&gt; and Fiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The 9 of you mean so much to me. You have been there, touched my life, and influences it in so many levels. Thru thick and thin. Raula and Efa, you were there for me when i had to go through with my father's wedding. Hillie, Nadea, Abby, Fiz and Jay, need i say more about the 5 of you? We went through everything, ups and dows, lefts and rights&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;($%^%##????)&lt;/span&gt;, and still, here we are. It's bullshit to say that friends don't argue, they do, but they always have a way back to each other. Anum and Dya, you were there for me since Kolej. If i didn't say this enough, Thank you, i appreciate everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always felt like happiness and happy endings are meant for fairy tales only. That it doesn't exist in real life. But i have learned that it is not something you wait to fall in place, it's something that you have to work for to earn it. If you have worked hard enough and practise all the good values that you were taught of, if you deserve it, that God will reward you with a fairytale ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in love, very in love. In love with everything. My friends, my life, my parents, my family, My one and only God, and to Him i shall thank for giving me the opportunity to know &lt;a href="http://ezuan888.blogspot.com/"&gt;Idzuan Ismail&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.photos-of-the-year.com/image/contest/08/potm/622/6802Peaceful_Pond_POTY-2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 463px; height: 352px;" src="http://www.photos-of-the-year.com/image/contest/08/potm/622/6802Peaceful_Pond_POTY-2008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the One and Only,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&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/8303985419388291908-2801858204229759150?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/2801858204229759150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=2801858204229759150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/2801858204229759150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/2801858204229759150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2010/01/from-moment-that-i-saw-your-face-and.html' title='From the moment that i saw your face and felt the fire in your sweet embrace...'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-7956016085024025390</id><published>2010-01-03T19:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T12:20:50.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pointless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>And one day my little girl, will reach out her hand, She'll know i found The Right Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current song : The Right Man by Christina Aguilera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Something i got from Hillie's blog, and maybe i should start using this also, if you don't mind love.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i am now at the office. Boring. Missing the Boyfriend so much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i think now i need to start to find a new nickname for him, considering he might not be my boyfriend for long, and soon i'll be engaged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;the Fiancee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; will sound too tacky. I need a dictionary!)&lt;/span&gt;. I'm feeling happy, joyful, blessed and content. Very calm and peaceful. It's a good feeling to feel for new years. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First post of the year yo!&lt;/span&gt; Now i should think of a new ending for my blog posts as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Cherrio, xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; is soooooo last year. I'm glad that one of my favourite song influenced my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The Right Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Christina Aguilera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; is a very nice song. Hillie likes it now. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking up her request on posting up my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Top 10 Sexiest Man On Earth list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;No. 10 : Kellan Lutz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/S0FP37D5EaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Ib6dVLS_oqU/s1600-h/Kellan+Lutz+Suit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 420px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/S0FP37D5EaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Ib6dVLS_oqU/s320/Kellan+Lutz+Suit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422703248496202146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;No. 9 : Josh Duhamel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/S0FQ8ykI2YI/AAAAAAAAAww/UQq3Kqjl0sI/s1600-h/Josh_Duhamel_6024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 390px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/S0FQ8ykI2YI/AAAAAAAAAww/UQq3Kqjl0sI/s320/Josh_Duhamel_6024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422704431626508674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;No. 8 : Paul Walker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/S0FRyQlGqjI/AAAAAAAAAw4/yKeGM5SAh40/s1600-h/paulwalker8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 375px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/S0FRyQlGqjI/AAAAAAAAAw4/yKeGM5SAh40/s320/paulwalker8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422705350216690226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;No. 7 : Ryan Reynolds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/S0FSgWVnH4I/AAAAAAAAAxA/OxmuAlc4XKc/s1600-h/celebrities_male_80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 372px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/S0FSgWVnH4I/AAAAAAAAAxA/OxmuAlc4XKc/s320/celebrities_male_80.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422706142036303746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;No. 6 : Taylor Lautner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/S0FSg0DqXkI/AAAAAAAAAxI/OZlnpeuAn1c/s1600-h/taylor_lautner4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 384px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/S0FSg0DqXkI/AAAAAAAAAxI/OZlnpeuAn1c/s320/taylor_lautner4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422706150014082626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;No. 5 : Ben Barnes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/S0FVI2NhH3I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/_JzsKLs-fmI/s1600-h/eHVtOMA2Uqu1s65azvNuq6aAo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 398px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/S0FVI2NhH3I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/_JzsKLs-fmI/s320/eHVtOMA2Uqu1s65azvNuq6aAo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422709036810313586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;No. 4 : Chace Crawford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/database/chacecrawford/chacecrawford300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/database/chacecrawford/chacecrawford300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;No. 3 : Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cm1.theinsider.com/media/0/79/72/justin-timberlake.0.0.0x0.361x480.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 395px;" src="http://cm1.theinsider.com/media/0/79/72/justin-timberlake.0.0.0x0.361x480.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;No. 2 : Chris Evans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/S0Fl2vIUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxY/0kdAJyufqwY/s1600-h/p+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 421px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/S0Fl2vIUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxY/0kdAJyufqwY/s320/p+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422727417369495602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;No. 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs173.snc3/20056_220351831475_730846475_3263451_8057662_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 374px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs173.snc3/20056_220351831475_730846475_3263451_8057662_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And there you go, My list of my very own top 10 Sexiest Man On Earth. Some people will be like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"urgh, duh` of course..."&lt;/span&gt; when seeing this i bet. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*giggles*&lt;/span&gt; May the rest of the year be an awesome one! Good luck people!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;the One and Only,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-7956016085024025390?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/7956016085024025390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=7956016085024025390&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/7956016085024025390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/7956016085024025390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-one-day-my-little-girl-will-reach.html' title='And one day my little girl, will reach out her hand, She&apos;ll know i found The Right Man!'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/S0FP37D5EaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Ib6dVLS_oqU/s72-c/Kellan+Lutz+Suit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-6503081784579494148</id><published>2009-12-30T09:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T11:30:20.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVEY'/><title type='text'>I want your love and all your lovers revenge!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;I have much to update. A lot has been going on within these 2 weeks. Family matters, personal internal conflicts, everything. I've read all 3 editions of twilight saga e-book including the unpublished midnight sun, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;Lets start off with family matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;I've become closer with my cousins on my stepmom's side, like usual with the cousins on my late mom's side and drifted apart from my cousins on my dad's side. except for a few whom i treat like siblings. It's more comfortable being close with people who doesn't judge and accept you as you are, rather than people who tries so hard to change you. Note to daddy's family : I am what i am, if i am stupid in your eyes, then maybe i am not good enough for you. You think all of you are sooooooooooooo educated and religious, guess what, one of you cheated on your wife, and one of you dated ME when i was 15. Religious much? You think you're so superior? HAHA i'm laughing my ass off! Whatever man, one of you told your parents you dont go clubbing at all, guess what, i know you did. Be an angel in front of mummy, i don't give a damn. I'm just here to state that you no better than i am. I made mistakes yes, but you did more than i did. And you are judging me? Instead of befriending me and try to advice me, you became my enemy, WOW! ROFL! Whatever, thinking about this makes me angrier by the minute. My parents are back and our bond are getting better each day. I'm in better terms with my stepmum, I'm in excellent terms with my dad. So yea, Everything going on just okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;Last week the Boyfriend was here with his family to meet mine. Everything went well and smooth. They came over to discuss our engagement. If all goes well, i might be the Boyfriend's fiancee in just a few months time. Wow, someone's fiancee, who knew this would come true. He's all i ever wanted, he's perfect. In every single way possible. He makes me laugh, makes me cry, he's the only person in the world who can make my heart beats faster and slower at the same time. He understands me beyond parallel universe. He's a very loving man, very careful, very kind and gentle, he's a man of every girl's dream. I can't think of anything negative of him. To sum it all up, he's HOT! Hehehehe.. I thank god for giving him to me. I'm sorry that i had to loose my friends to be with him, but guess what, those friends turn their backs on me, and he's still with me, so i think it is worth losing those friends to be with him. Not that i wanted it to be that way, sometimes i just wished that those people would just be happy for me and we can be friends again, i guess not.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;As for personal internal conflict...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;My new years resolution, I have a few in mind and i want it to be achievable. I might change myself a bit. Here and there. But i will still be me non the less. So yea, i think it's best for me to keep it to myself. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;Love me or hate me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;xoxo&lt;/span&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/8303985419388291908-6503081784579494148?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/6503081784579494148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=6503081784579494148&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/6503081784579494148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/6503081784579494148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-your-love-and-all-your-lovers.html' title='I want your love and all your lovers revenge!'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-6959880203341791980</id><published>2009-12-17T09:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T09:55:21.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pointless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Hell hath no FURY like a woman scorned!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymNyB6-eWI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Unr1zguVdJc/s1600-h/The_Seven_Deadly_Sins__WRATH_by_blackeri1-500x750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 481px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymNyB6-eWI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Unr1zguVdJc/s320/The_Seven_Deadly_Sins__WRATH_by_blackeri1-500x750.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416015917538507106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" Heaven has no Rage, like Love to Hatred turned,&lt;br /&gt;NOR HELL A FURY, LIKE A WOMAN SCORNED!&lt;br /&gt;- Willian Congreve 1697 "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymNyhSt3oI/AAAAAAAAAwc/2OV9fuxg4SM/s1600-h/high-heels-can-kill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymNyhSt3oI/AAAAAAAAAwc/2OV9fuxg4SM/s320/high-heels-can-kill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416015925959581314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And Honey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;High Heels can kill!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-6959880203341791980?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/6959880203341791980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=6959880203341791980&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/6959880203341791980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/6959880203341791980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/12/hell-hath-no-fury-like-woman-scorned.html' title='Hell hath no FURY like a woman scorned!!!'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymNyB6-eWI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Unr1zguVdJc/s72-c/The_Seven_Deadly_Sins__WRATH_by_blackeri1-500x750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-2048046143068364578</id><published>2009-12-16T12:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T21:24:21.367+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>When things go way down deep!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hi. I've been off radar lately. Haven't been updating my blog like i would want to due to time constrain. I know it's hols, but i'm busy working. Yeap, you got that right. I'm working at SEDC for the time being. Until 26th February and on the 27th I'll fly to Miri straight. So, what's new? Nothing much. The 2 best friends celebrated my birthday with me. They bought me this awesome necklace with a "B" pendant with crown details on it. It's an insight joke for us, but yea, i still love it. It's like a lucky charm for me now. I have the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;awesomest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; friends in the world! Speaking of which, they went out behind my back just to get me the present. awwwwwwww.. You guys rock and i love you! My 2 favourite girls, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://kittenroars.blogspot.com/"&gt;Raula&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://udrivemeinsane.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nadea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;. It hasn't been the best 2 weeks of my life. I'm so not use to not having my dad around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DADDY!!! COME HOME NOW! I MISS YOU TOO MUCH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, referring to the title above (damn i sound so formal), I'm the type of person who would get all obsessed with something if i find it uberly interesting. But it's not everyday i feel that way. It so happens that my current obsession is.. (i know, i know, everyone will go, "hm.. isn't that a surprise") Twilight. I recently finished the whole Saga, including the unpublished Midnight Sun. I find it interesting and the movie is okay, not bad. Missing a few details here and there, plus changes made here n there, but still, it's a great movie non the less, although it would be perfectly awesome if it was played by the book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been active on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/mearakaterina"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt; lately. Been following E!online. And this morning, something pissed me off real bad! (No, not the Tiger Woods drama, i mean seriously, come on! Like, WHO CARES!) This &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/uberblog/ask_the_answer_bitch/b158212_new_moon_doesnt_win_awards_whats_point.html?sid=twitterfeed_topstories&amp;amp;utm_source=eonline&amp;amp;utm_medium=twitterfeed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=twitterfeed_topstories"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; caught my attention! It was somehow making sense. If box office blockbusters don't make the cut on Golden Globe or the Oscars, then what's the whole point of breaking the record on highest earnings on the opening day for a movie? Seriously? Doesn't that count in determining the nominations? Well, at least a few other awards if the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;best actor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;best actress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; isn't in order for. But then again, come to think of it, it's not the movie of the century, it's just a phenomenon. Something that people went crackers for. Still, it didn't deserved to be criticized so bad. Tell me you went to watch it and not felt all loopy. Seriously? Somehow, somewhere there is a part that you like, a part you went bonkers about. True? And still people think it's not worth watching. Oh well, movies are subjective, it depends on people's interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here i am in a dilemma. Should i or should i not? I don't know.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me or hate me,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&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/8303985419388291908-2048046143068364578?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/2048046143068364578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=2048046143068364578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/2048046143068364578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/2048046143068364578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-things-go-way-down-deep.html' title='When things go way down deep!'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-5019124980284520498</id><published>2009-12-09T08:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T08:35:49.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pointless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>Keep the blessings to a maximum!</title><content type='html'>Everything has been good these days. Except the fact that a bad thing had to happen in order for the good things to happen, but yea. I'm so happy! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had cheetos for breakfast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Man United won, leading on the group followed by CSKA Moscow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liverpool dropped to the Europa League.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finally got what i want now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The boyfriend woke me up and made my day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I came to work so damn early and not late anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm online at work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Papa's in a good mood and i'm missing him so bad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm just so happy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So yea.. everything happens for a reason, I just hope this is my right path. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-5019124980284520498?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/5019124980284520498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=5019124980284520498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/5019124980284520498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/5019124980284520498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/12/keep-blessings-to-maximum.html' title='Keep the blessings to a maximum!'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-3735962185280867050</id><published>2009-11-30T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T18:30:33.057+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Issues!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SxOb0PGkcII/AAAAAAAAAvo/cclQuPpx8Cs/s1600/IMG_3061.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SxOb0PGkcII/AAAAAAAAAvo/cclQuPpx8Cs/s320/IMG_3061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409838899111686274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not the person in the picture who's important, But it's what the picture potrays. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Read&lt;/span&gt; the picture.&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/8303985419388291908-3735962185280867050?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/3735962185280867050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=3735962185280867050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/3735962185280867050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/3735962185280867050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/11/issues.html' title='Issues!'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SxOb0PGkcII/AAAAAAAAAvo/cclQuPpx8Cs/s72-c/IMG_3061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-7818074980183911702</id><published>2009-11-28T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:14:12.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>I melted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SxEg-uhFJPI/AAAAAAAAAvI/JYkoyKu445U/s1600/new-moon-teaser-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SxEg-uhFJPI/AAAAAAAAAvI/JYkoyKu445U/s320/new-moon-teaser-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409140889459434738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makes me think about who my Jacob is!&lt;/span&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SxEg_Y8IRkI/AAAAAAAAAvY/nyFHPBxHQA0/s1600/new_moon_cullens_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SxEg_Y8IRkI/AAAAAAAAAvY/nyFHPBxHQA0/s320/new_moon_cullens_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409140900847175234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would love to have this family!&lt;/span&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SxEg-6DGjWI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/SjK4d4fALNw/s1600/new-moon-poster-dakota-fanning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SxEg-6DGjWI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/SjK4d4fALNw/s320/new-moon-poster-dakota-fanning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409140892554923362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's so bitter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SxEg_qOWkAI/AAAAAAAAAvg/wEBZLZzVZGU/s1600/new_moon_poster_0909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SxEg_qOWkAI/AAAAAAAAAvg/wEBZLZzVZGU/s320/new_moon_poster_0909.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409140905487011842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I melted! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;My Edward? My Jacob. I love you both! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-7818074980183911702?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/7818074980183911702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=7818074980183911702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/7818074980183911702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/7818074980183911702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-melted.html' title='I melted!'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SxEg-uhFJPI/AAAAAAAAAvI/JYkoyKu445U/s72-c/new-moon-teaser-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-5746905769680725521</id><published>2009-11-28T06:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T07:42:51.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVEY'/><title type='text'>2 years, 2 months and counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SxBZxTDC3xI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qutrygNd-Gg/s1600/DSC00291.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SxBZxTDC3xI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qutrygNd-Gg/s320/DSC00291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408921855933472530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks baby.. For the flowers and for the cake, and also for the surprise advanced birthday bash on our monthsary! It makes me miss you more each day. I know my posts are gonna be emotional but hey, it's my blog! I still remember the old Ezuan i knew wayyyyy back in 2006. He wasn't as bubbly as now. He was the type to control his feelings and act all macho in front of people. Its a result of his heartbreak, but hey, everyone has to go through that stage in life. And then there was the Me-Dira-Danny-Ezuan era. We we best friends. Always the 4 of us together and that's where me and Ezuan got damn close. Now? It's been 2 years and 2 months since we first decided to be together. There are speed bumps along the way but we made it through. We lost friends too and gained new ones. It's life. Everything happens for a reason. Qada' and Qadar. Everything is already written. I may not be in a position to be all religious and stuff, but i am trying. I'm trying to leave everything behind. I had my fucked up shares of a teenage life and i think it's about time to let it go. It's about time for me to deal with things like an adult. It's about time that i get back on the right path, prepare myself to be a perfect wife with God's blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, you read it right. If it all goes well, I'd be married in 5 years time. Fingers crossed? Thanks! Insya'allah it will happen as planned. I am sure that i am in love, in love with the right person, in love with Mr. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, It's been a good start to be back in Kuching. Surprisingly i'm awake at 5am everyday since 2 days back. I hope it continues on. I hope i start work Next week. Now that i'm back i miss my friends. I miss those people who drops an impact to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, I miss Jay! I miss her so much. Normally i'd go out with her, lunch? dinner? supper? All of it. I miss shopping with her and watching movies! And where there's Jay, usually there's Ellyss too! I miss that lil kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Sedut!!!!!! I miss Tompoq!!!!!! I miss Hillie!!!!! I miss my housemates Fyza and Abby! I miss everyone! But it's okay. When the time comes, we'll be back together with new adventures to explore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-5746905769680725521?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/5746905769680725521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=5746905769680725521&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/5746905769680725521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/5746905769680725521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/11/2-years-2-months-and-counting.html' title='2 years, 2 months and counting...'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SxBZxTDC3xI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qutrygNd-Gg/s72-c/DSC00291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-9073754144014877138</id><published>2009-11-23T14:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T15:16:25.367+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curtin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>22-11-2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's the best date ever! I love my friends and most of all, I LOVE the BOYFRIEND!!! Lemme just post up pictures cuz it worth a thousand words. (Plus, busy no time!)&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Swox9ol_ZaI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Y-ZVtCL37rA/s1600/DSC00265.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Swox9ol_ZaI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Y-ZVtCL37rA/s320/DSC00265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407189237550245282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bad mood day!&lt;/span&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Swox-Aik3eI/AAAAAAAAAuY/rpntR1DnhR4/s1600/DSC00275.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Swox-Aik3eI/AAAAAAAAAuY/rpntR1DnhR4/s320/DSC00275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407189243978374626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SOMEONE missed his flight! I'm sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Swox-X1cQmI/AAAAAAAAAug/-yq1cNJvVq8/s1600/DSC00278.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Swox-X1cQmI/AAAAAAAAAug/-yq1cNJvVq8/s320/DSC00278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407189250231517794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look who's in town! After 4-5 years we didnt see each other. Surprisingly we get along superbly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Swox-g2LHiI/AAAAAAAAAuo/H8V25SL3DjU/s1600/DSC00283.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Swox-g2LHiI/AAAAAAAAAuo/H8V25SL3DjU/s320/DSC00283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407189252650507810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Peace offering... who knows how long that'll last!&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Swox_AtVQYI/AAAAAAAAAuw/0em8JazHeT0/s1600/DSC00285.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Swox_AtVQYI/AAAAAAAAAuw/0em8JazHeT0/s320/DSC00285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407189261203358082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And of course, the best friend celebrated my advance birthday party with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had the most awesomest night ever in my life. Had all my friends there with me minus a few who couldn't make it. They threw me a surprise birthday party! AWESOME! I had a a bouquet of flowers from the Boyfriend. Baby i miss you so much! And i had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"PRESENT"&lt;/span&gt; from the boys. I love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my boys :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Syamim Shukor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taufiq Nasir&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lutfi Zayyani&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hafis Izwan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aswad Mohd&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chong Azrul&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NICHOLAS GALA BATO&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Karibi Sopriala&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abu Zhaar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ahmad Hafizi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Syabil Pauzi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fuad Shaarani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hafeedzil Iqbal (Last but not least)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;... and also to my girls :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rahilah Abdul Halim&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jenny Jimmy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heather Ubong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rachel Kedung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thank you guys so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just hope that Nadea, Abby, Steve, Vanessa, Fidah, Fiza, Raula, Hanum, Syed, Efa, Hanie, Krel, Edah and of all people Idzuan to be there. But it's okay, you're always in my mind and in my heart. Somehow i wished i could spend end of sem parties with Mathew. Dude, i miss you loads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio,&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-9073754144014877138?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/9073754144014877138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=9073754144014877138&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/9073754144014877138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/9073754144014877138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/11/22-11-2009.html' title='22-11-2009'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Swox9ol_ZaI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Y-ZVtCL37rA/s72-c/DSC00265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-3595448849622254256</id><published>2009-11-17T12:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T13:32:12.730+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mathew Jose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curtin'/><title type='text'>Goodbye my friend, I know you're gone, you said you're gone but i can still feel you're here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SwI0t2hFlSI/AAAAAAAAAuI/B7B2__Dn0rg/s1600/MATTmemorialSERV.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SwI0t2hFlSI/AAAAAAAAAuI/B7B2__Dn0rg/s320/MATTmemorialSERV.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404940465131066658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Matt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm angry at you for leaving days before our exam. You promised that we would study together. And you bailed on me. For a nice guy like you, that's not a nice thing to do. I'm so mad at you for not taking good care of yourself. And for doing our assignments at the very last minute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i know you didn't want to leave just yet, but then He wants you to be with him, and it's already your time to go. I wished we would've studied earlier so that i could have the opportunity to hang out with you before you leave. I wished i wasn't back home in KCH that night. I wish i was here. I didnt even get to see you off. I miss you so dearly already. I miss the times i make fun of you when you came into my apartment. I miss the times i pretend i was angry at you just so you would argue with me. I miss the times when you suddenly pop up out of nowhere just to say hi to me. I miss the times we played monopoly and make Fyza angry. I miss the times we go partying together. I miss the times when you would just sit down and talk to me about anything. I miss the times when you give me advice which sometimes makes no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were still here in front of me so that i can tell you how much we're all gonna miss you and how truly we love and appreciate you. I know for sure you're looking down on us and taking care of us from above. We really miss you Matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There will come a day&lt;br /&gt;When you will be able, able to say&lt;br /&gt;Never mind the pain, all the aggravation&lt;br /&gt;You know there's a better way&lt;br /&gt;For you and me to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for the rainbow in every storm&lt;br /&gt;Fly like an angel heaven sent to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend&lt;br /&gt;I know you're gone, you said you're gone but I can still feel you here&lt;br /&gt;It's not the end&lt;br /&gt;You gotta keep it strong before the pain turns into fear&lt;br /&gt;So glad we made it, time will never change it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times when we would play about&lt;br /&gt;The way we used to scream and shout&lt;br /&gt;We never dreamed you'd go your own sweet way..&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will surely be missed by all. May you rest in peace and whatever journey he has in-stored for you after this life, may it always be pleasant and our prayers are always with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In loving memory of Mathew Jose Katikkaran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SwI0tj965YI/AAAAAAAAAuA/nV_sIu6SMBA/s1600/4946_95998321475_730846475_2104856_7658430_n.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SwI0tj965YI/AAAAAAAAAuA/nV_sIu6SMBA/s320/4946_95998321475_730846475_2104856_7658430_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404940460151727490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zwPUJT3mJg4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zwPUJT3mJg4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-3595448849622254256?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/3595448849622254256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=3595448849622254256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/3595448849622254256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/3595448849622254256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/11/goodbye-my-friend-i-know-youre-gone-you.html' title='Goodbye my friend, I know you&apos;re gone, you said you&apos;re gone but i can still feel you&apos;re here.'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SwI0t2hFlSI/AAAAAAAAAuI/B7B2__Dn0rg/s72-c/MATTmemorialSERV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-3754889116653390006</id><published>2009-09-22T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T00:22:51.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>Berlalulah sudah Ramadhan sebulan berpuasa. Tiba Syawal kita rayakan dengan rasa gembira...</title><content type='html'>It's Raya today, and also my 2 years anniversary! but why aren't i happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, you were there for me but then you walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what i did wrong to make you drift away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind she being close with you but why her? Why my best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making me feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang, i'm sorry to ever break your heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much and we'll be together always soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-3754889116653390006?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/3754889116653390006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=3754889116653390006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/3754889116653390006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/3754889116653390006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/09/berlalulah-sudah-ramadhan-sebulan.html' title='Berlalulah sudah Ramadhan sebulan berpuasa. Tiba Syawal kita rayakan dengan rasa gembira...'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-5427364525144075277</id><published>2009-08-18T00:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T01:09:54.833+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVEY'/><title type='text'>You're old and you know it, but you know it's worth to grow up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SomMn0TVfuI/AAAAAAAAAt4/qffEcDDW864/s1600-h/DSC00158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SomMn0TVfuI/AAAAAAAAAt4/qffEcDDW864/s320/DSC00158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370978646298558178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to Ezuan,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah selamatkan kamu,&lt;br /&gt;Allah selamatkan kamu,&lt;br /&gt;Allah selamatkan Muhammad Idzuan Ismail,&lt;br /&gt;Allah selamatkan kamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Baby Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your birthday today, and you're a year older now. Make sure that you are a year wiser. I know you made the right decisions for yourself and our future. Come what may, we'll face it together. You know I love you more than words can say! I miss you! hehehehehehe.. You take care there. We'll be together soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love from your girlfriend,&lt;br /&gt;Ameara Sarayati&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/8303985419388291908-5427364525144075277?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/5427364525144075277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=5427364525144075277&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/5427364525144075277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/5427364525144075277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/08/youre-old-and-you-know-it-but-you-know.html' title='You&apos;re old and you know it, but you know it&apos;s worth to grow up!'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SomMn0TVfuI/AAAAAAAAAt4/qffEcDDW864/s72-c/DSC00158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-895013415883275352</id><published>2009-07-10T11:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:41:19.610+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVEY'/><title type='text'>Every night in my dreams, i see you, i feel you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sla2UMxj1kI/AAAAAAAAAto/YgH222UKbms/s1600-h/Photo+204.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sla2UMxj1kI/AAAAAAAAAto/YgH222UKbms/s320/Photo+204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356669264946517570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been missing you again. Yes you. My love, You're the strength that kept me going. You're the light in my dark and gloomy world. You can't imagine how much i am in love with you. I can't wait for the weekend when we'll be together again. I love that you love me for who i am. I love that you take very good care of me. I love that you call me names and it doesn't have to be the same everyday. I love how you call me sunshine. I love how you stroke my hair and smell it. I love how you choose outfits and stuff for me. I love everything about you! And for that i went over to see you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sla366GMCmI/AAAAAAAAAtw/h_ptsFRAC6U/s1600-h/P7050052.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sla366GMCmI/AAAAAAAAAtw/h_ptsFRAC6U/s320/P7050052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356671029459290722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate everything you've done for me and for that i want you to know i love you dearly, more than words can say and definitely unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mea&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-895013415883275352?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/895013415883275352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=895013415883275352&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/895013415883275352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/895013415883275352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/07/every-night-in-my-dreams-i-see-you-i.html' title='Every night in my dreams, i see you, i feel you'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sla2UMxj1kI/AAAAAAAAAto/YgH222UKbms/s72-c/Photo+204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-7169055738812069274</id><published>2009-07-05T22:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:36:06.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vay-Cay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVEY'/><title type='text'>Trip to Kota Kinabalu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had an awesome trip to KK! Like AWESOME! Really really AWESOME! It's been 2 weeks since i didn't meet the boyfriend, finally, made up all the days i've missed him! Hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, morning of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;day one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, i woke up at 5.30am at first and went back to sleep. Finally woke  up at 6.45am. Got ready for the day out and left the house at 8.30am. SO EXCITED! Then the boyfriend picked me up and we "kidnapped" Anisah &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(the Boyfriend's cousin)&lt;/span&gt;. Turns out, she is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;memang&lt;/span&gt; my type of girl! Hehehehehe.. We had fun okay. Like real fun! We hang out at Starbucks before heading over to Jega's place to pick him up. And then we had breakfast at come exclusive food court. Even the toilet has a garden! Heh! Then we sent Jega at Wisma Merdeka. The Boyfriend, myself and Anisah went to Philipines market to do some shopping! Bought a few bracelets and THHHHHHEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN...&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;Off to meet the Mother-in-law-to-be! OMG! i can't tell you how much i was scared and nervous. I almost puked real bad! And then i finally get to meet her. We had lunch and ate Soto Daging. Been looking forward to eat Soto and Bakso. Ezuan's youngest brother is SOOOOOOOOO Cute!!! I feel like pinching his cheeks always. Go round again. And super fair. Hehehe.. After lunch we went to the Boyfriend's house and played piano, guitar heroes and nintendo Wii. So fun!!! That is when i got auditioned by Ezuan's Dad! He made me play the piano cuz he heard me playing before he came down to see me. Ezuan's got a really nice family. They're the family oriented type of people which is No.1 on my list as preference of "in-laws" and most of all "husband to be" and Ezuan is definitely like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 5pm we went to the airport to pick up Papa and Mummy and we went to Le Meridien where we stayed for 2 nights. The room was effing huge! And very very very comfortable. We went to Likas to see the sunset. Ate at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anjung Selera&lt;/span&gt;, and as usual, the Boyfriend finished the food! Hehehehehe.. Anisah was amazed of how much food was ordered and how few people were eating. She knows me better now, one step at a time. Hehehehe.. After that the Boyfriend, myself and Anisah went to Warisan Square where i bought a very nice dress. Tried Veda Blue ice cream and the chicken pie. Went to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pasar Malam&lt;/span&gt; to meet my mom and aunts. And after that i went back to the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day one was awesome! I finally get to see Ezuan after 2 weeks being apart. This may sound cheeky and cheezy, but even after 2 years knowing each other, i still can't be apart from him more than a week. What more to say a month? I'd get crazy. Even last year's 3 months holiday, he'd come visit me every month. Once in Kuching and then once in Miri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; he came around 9ish to see me. We had breakfast with my mom and aunts and then we head off to OneBorneo. We had the morning all to ourselves. Only then can he finally hug me and kiss me without worrying. He bought me slipper from Roxy, a bangle and bought me Pizza from Mario's. We went from top to bottom but not everywhere though. The Boyfriend finally got to try the boots he wanted so much! Hehehehe.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adidas F50 Leo Messi edition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It was amazing that boots. After OneBorneo we went to pick up Dinesh and Anisah to meet up with Peechee and Chris at Little Italy. It was awesome, meeting up with the KK friends. Peechee was shocked to see me at first but he delt with it. Hehehehe.. Chris told me about his schedule as the driver of the family. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kesian!!!! &lt;/span&gt;Hehehehe.. I had Lagsana, and self made flavor pizza, and then bruchettas. Everyone was EFFING full! As usual, the Boyfriend had to finish the leftovers! Hehehehe.. Gave Peechee the drink i bought for him from Kuching. The drink it self is called Peachee! Hehehehe.. And then i learned something about KK guys, they are very very very aware of their surrounding. Hehehehe.. Ezuan, Jega, Chris and Peechee, they see girls pass by, start la they rate the girl.. from top to toe. Skali one of it they judge from afar. They say look so very hot. And then when she came closer and took off her glasses, Peechee said this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dari jauh nampak macam 19 year old, dekat2 nampak macam mama 19 year old"&lt;/span&gt; Hahahahaha.. These boys are funny and i love them all! Thanks Peechee for the wonderful lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we went over to Wisma Merdeka to just walk around and then to Centerpoint where i had my phone strap made and my necklace too. Thanks baby for the presents! I love you so much! Hehehehe.. I had Yoyo, which apparently is "the drink" to have when you're in KK. I had chocolate with chocolate pudding? Something like that. Hehehehe.. anyway, after yoyo we went to send Dinesh cuz he had to go back early to have dinner with his parents. We went to Pasar Malam again to meet up with my mom and the aunts after sending Dinesh. Baby Love bought me a new purse and i love it. I used it straight after he bought me. Hehehehe.. And i went back after the tiring day. Talked online with the Boyfriend again! I dont think i can ever have enough of him. I can't wait to marry him at this point. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, day 3, the boyfriend came over at 8am to send me off. We went for breakfast and after that i packed a bit and Papa said to leave as soon as possible. I can't stand the sorrow in me to have to leave the Boyfriend again, i teared up in front of the hotel. But the Boyfriend said it's gonna be only for a few days and we'll see each other again in KL. And i'm counting on that. I left KK with tears in my eyes but i left my heart there, with him. I've been missing him again ever since. I'm glad that everything went well with the parents, on both sides. The Boyfriend and i have our promise rings already, all we are waiting for is to finish studies and then we can be together all the time. If everything goes well, i'll be Mrs Idzuan sooner than you think. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : pictures have to wait until i get back to Kuching. I left the cable there! Heh...&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/8303985419388291908-7169055738812069274?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/7169055738812069274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=7169055738812069274&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/7169055738812069274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/7169055738812069274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/07/trip-to-kota-kinabalu.html' title='Trip to Kota Kinabalu!'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-3633797440943772376</id><published>2009-07-03T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:23:26.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>A conversation between 2 sisters!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aida : btw..gerek ktk study di KK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameara : lain rasa bah&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;curtin miri also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aida : aok.. nang lain rasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameara : but diam KK&lt;br /&gt;nervous kmk aie..&lt;br /&gt;sunday tok jumpa parents nya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aida : org KK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameara : kak eda, tips lok :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aida : LOL&lt;br /&gt;boh nebes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameara : aok org KK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aida : be yourself but kesantunan plu dijaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameara : hehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aida : hehe ambik ati parents sidak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameara : okay!&lt;br /&gt;gik gik?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aida : I think u r good enuff to see them&lt;br /&gt;confidence jak :)&lt;br /&gt;memang nervous akan ada..&lt;br /&gt;dun wori ur gerek ada di sia bah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameara : the parents dah di breif about my background&lt;br /&gt;but still kmk takut la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aida : lol takut ya kan hilang haha but ktk excited juak nak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am very very excited! But at the same time, I'm scared! The sister and Ola told me the same thing : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to just be myself.&lt;/span&gt; Hope everything works out. Fingers crossed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-3633797440943772376?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/3633797440943772376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=3633797440943772376&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/3633797440943772376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/3633797440943772376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/07/conversation-between-2-sisters.html' title='A conversation between 2 sisters!'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-5375123498196137648</id><published>2009-07-02T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:34:01.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Message'/><title type='text'>my heart seems to skip another beat every time we speak, I can't believe I feel so weak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's weird how 6 years of emotion got trapped in one side of my conscious for so long. I dont know either it was love or hatred or confusion or anything love related but somehow it was settled in my dreams. Funny don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To whomever it may concern,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i had for you was the past. And i've never been so sure about it ever in my life. I don't know either this is just the crazy me talking but i somehow talked to you in my sleep. Although one thing is for sure, I don't ever wanna loose you again. I just want you in my life, doesn't mean you have to be the special someone, i just want you as a friend in my life. Someone i can talk to about anything. For the past 6 years, I've been missing you. Like how i miss Tompoq when he's not around. Like how i miss Sedut when he went missing. Like how i miss Andy when he went away for every 6 months. I will always care about you and you are important in my life. That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Mea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&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/8303985419388291908-5375123498196137648?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/5375123498196137648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=5375123498196137648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/5375123498196137648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/5375123498196137648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-heart-seems-to-skip-another-beat.html' title='my heart seems to skip another beat every time we speak, I can&apos;t believe I feel so weak'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-7631062507614239810</id><published>2009-06-30T17:47:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:33:20.125+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vay-Cay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Something long way over due!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SknpmbWHbTI/AAAAAAAAAtg/8S1HcHlB9mQ/s1600-h/DSC00768.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SknpmbWHbTI/AAAAAAAAAtg/8S1HcHlB9mQ/s320/DSC00768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353066478491364658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SknpmBpvGoI/AAAAAAAAAtY/TIQ_Yl_2aWQ/s1600-h/DSC00767.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SknpmBpvGoI/AAAAAAAAAtY/TIQ_Yl_2aWQ/s320/DSC00767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353066471594334850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sknpl2tSG7I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/JhtyK1oWPNY/s1600-h/DSC00766.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sknpl2tSG7I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/JhtyK1oWPNY/s320/DSC00766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353066468656421810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sknplz9n-mI/AAAAAAAAAtI/NRyepjqO-_4/s1600-h/DSC00764.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sknplz9n-mI/AAAAAAAAAtI/NRyepjqO-_4/s320/DSC00764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353066467919657570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SknploiDtmI/AAAAAAAAAtA/7YJ53GhgEHM/s1600-h/DSC00763.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SknploiDtmI/AAAAAAAAAtA/7YJ53GhgEHM/s320/DSC00763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353066464851244642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Skno5dkwheI/AAAAAAAAAs4/IqTG5yJYHaI/s1600-h/DSC00755.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Skno5dkwheI/AAAAAAAAAs4/IqTG5yJYHaI/s320/DSC00755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353065705995535842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Skno5XuRk8I/AAAAAAAAAsw/YUOEyZ52gZE/s1600-h/DSC00754.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Skno5XuRk8I/AAAAAAAAAsw/YUOEyZ52gZE/s320/DSC00754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353065704424838082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Skno5Jy-AII/AAAAAAAAAso/tEDY4TqAkoM/s1600-h/DSC00748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SknnzuzbnII/AAAAAAAAAsI/5GzpMnBTZic/s320/DSC00729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353064508029639810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SknnzbPoHFI/AAAAAAAAAsA/bTzp-RX2at0/s1600-h/DSC00725.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SknnzbPoHFI/AAAAAAAAAsA/bTzp-RX2at0/s320/DSC00725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353064502779190354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SknnzIJDtvI/AAAAAAAAAr4/cTm4PKtW3to/s1600-h/DSC00717.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SknnzIJDtvI/AAAAAAAAAr4/cTm4PKtW3to/s320/DSC00717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353064497651365618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Border &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sknny_u6PvI/AAAAAAAAArw/GQnhpMwjXdc/s1600-h/DSC00715.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sknny_u6PvI/AAAAAAAAArw/GQnhpMwjXdc/s320/DSC00715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353064495394209522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amsterdam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sknm4P7778I/AAAAAAAAAro/HT8ZokMNZKI/s1600-h/DSC00696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SknlPcXOakI/AAAAAAAAArY/GBIV-xtGPoU/s320/DSC00695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353061685580950082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SknlPPcFQUI/AAAAAAAAArQ/tKSdcU1r3Gs/s1600-h/DSC00691.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SknlPPcFQUI/AAAAAAAAArQ/tKSdcU1r3Gs/s320/DSC00691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353061682111660354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Switzerland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SknlO3794xI/AAAAAAAAArI/IZTmS6pnGIE/s1600-h/DSC00690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sknf_sKJLJI/AAAAAAAAApI/5bmyX4ykHGk/s320/DSC00576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353055917385002130" 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/8303985419388291908-7631062507614239810?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/7631062507614239810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=7631062507614239810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/7631062507614239810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/7631062507614239810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-long-way-over-due.html' title='Something long way over due!'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SknpmbWHbTI/AAAAAAAAAtg/8S1HcHlB9mQ/s72-c/DSC00768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-4140955448212669572</id><published>2009-06-30T13:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T14:35:58.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVEY'/><title type='text'>You're still the one i want for life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SkmwQ0fv5XI/AAAAAAAAAow/9KEVL5YeMks/s1600-h/focus_by_sollena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SkmwQ0fv5XI/AAAAAAAAAow/9KEVL5YeMks/s320/focus_by_sollena.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353003435122746738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It hasn't been easy but at least i've stopped crying over not being with him. I've not been that productive here, doing nothing and enjoying the relax time at home. Lying on the bed or the couch, pampering myself. Don't worry tho, I've been eating healthy here. Doing some exercise. Not full ons but at least bits and pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not be the perfect girlfriend, but i try my best to be the best. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me and I'd give up everything for you &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(if you look at it, i did give up half my life)&lt;/span&gt;. I never regretted anything that happened. It had to happen cuz it was destined to. Nothing, NOONE can compare to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're my light when it's dark,&lt;br /&gt;You're my joy when times are bad,&lt;br /&gt;You're my honey when things are bitter,&lt;br /&gt;And when it's tasteless you make it sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my water when drought comes,&lt;br /&gt;You're my air when i suffocate,&lt;br /&gt;You're the ground that i live on,&lt;br /&gt;You guard my always when i'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling Love,&lt;br /&gt;I'd sacrifice the world for you,&lt;br /&gt;Until the skies touches the ground,&lt;br /&gt;My love will always be for you,&lt;br /&gt;And only you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SkmyE9DfD3I/AAAAAAAAApA/_Hjx8TvNgaI/s1600-h/P2280302.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SkmyE9DfD3I/AAAAAAAAApA/_Hjx8TvNgaI/s320/P2280302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353005430284947314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With my undying love,&lt;br /&gt;Ameara Sarayati.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-4140955448212669572?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/4140955448212669572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=4140955448212669572&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/4140955448212669572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/4140955448212669572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/06/youre-still-one-i-want-for-life.html' title='You&apos;re still the one i want for life!'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SkmwQ0fv5XI/AAAAAAAAAow/9KEVL5YeMks/s72-c/focus_by_sollena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-3782093941110943488</id><published>2009-06-27T16:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T16:42:32.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember the story i owe you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SO yes, the other day &lt;a href="http://kittenroars.blogspot.com/"&gt;Raula&lt;/a&gt; cheered me up! I was so bummed about being in Kuching, not Miri. I miss my Miri life. Cooking for the house. family time at the living room. squabbles while playing games. Card games and Monopoly. Basketball and Futsal. I miss all that. I miss being with Baby Love all the time too. So Ola dragged me out of bed by calling me early morning &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(not my ideal time to wake up)&lt;/span&gt; and got me out of the house by noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usuals, Lunch! And after we watched...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SkXUt5Lou9I/AAAAAAAAAoY/obP2cdPPZQE/s1600-h/transformers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 458px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SkXUt5Lou9I/AAAAAAAAAoY/obP2cdPPZQE/s320/transformers2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351917617108532178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was awesome! Can't wait to watch it again with Nadea and Emilio. And i found out a few weeks back that Megan Fox is a tranny! She was a HE! OMG! And she's the sexiest woman last year. This is so wrong. But I can't deny that she is hot! Shia LeBouf still looks the same to me. I LOVE THE TWINS! They're stupid but awesome! Hehehehe.. And Bumblebee makes me laugh all the time. Hehehehehe.. IronHide is back. Acree came and Stinger. But still! The Twins are awesomely stupid. Hehehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SkXZJPZjNKI/AAAAAAAAAog/tQGwuhRSL7A/s1600-h/transformers_robots_list.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 476px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SkXZJPZjNKI/AAAAAAAAAog/tQGwuhRSL7A/s320/transformers_robots_list.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351922484975449250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lucky I watched this with Ola. Bab emo-emo dapat juak tapok sikit! I shed a tear for a while. It was so touching. Dah la Ezuan's not with me, kena again emo scene like that. If i was alone i'd cry my eyes out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After movie we went to Swinburne just for fun. And we took pictures here and there and this is where!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SkXaCxe8GdI/AAAAAAAAAoo/BuPneKALz0M/s1600-h/P6250011.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SkXaCxe8GdI/AAAAAAAAAoo/BuPneKALz0M/s320/P6250011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351923473377401298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;RAULA LEARNED HOW TO DRIVE MANUAL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;AGAIN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So very funny i tell you! But it's okay. You know i love you girl. But i'm keeping you away from the manual car for a while! Auto is easier. Hehehe.. Miss you love! Hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now that i have internet. Life's not too bad! Still, I miss miri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&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/8303985419388291908-3782093941110943488?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/3782093941110943488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=3782093941110943488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/3782093941110943488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/3782093941110943488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/06/remember-story-i-owe-you.html' title='Remember the story i owe you?'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SkXUt5Lou9I/AAAAAAAAAoY/obP2cdPPZQE/s72-c/transformers2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-1087302516104394503</id><published>2009-06-26T18:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T20:02:08.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>Its nice to smile when I get your phone call at night! But I'd rather have you here with me, right next to me, I miss the way you hold me tight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It hasn't even been a week that I'm back home and i've already missed Baby Love so much. I've been emo-ing for the past few days and i'm finally okay yesterday when i had my day out with the wifey. hehehehe.. Anyway, back to the first story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been thru this for like 4 sems already and why is it still so hard? It's so hard to be apart form the boyfriend even for only 3 weeks? That's not even a month. Baby i love you so much! And i can't tell you how much i've been missing you. Everything is not the same without you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having my girls at home too. Fyz, Abby and Van, also Jamie. Esther was never out tho. So yea! I miss cooking at home. I miss playing game with the boyfriend and Jega. And other than that I miss my peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about the day out with Raula, there's a story about it. After i upload the pictures, i'll tell you! heheheheheeh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever since the day you went away and left me lonely and cold&lt;br /&gt;My life just hasn't been the same ohh baby, nooo&lt;br /&gt;When I looked into your eyes the moment that I let you go&lt;br /&gt;I just broke down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby if I ever get the chance to be with you again I would sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;Cuz the feeling that I feel within&lt;br /&gt;No other man would ever make me feel so right&lt;br /&gt;Its nice to smile when I get your phone call at night&lt;br /&gt;But I'd rather have you here with me, right next to me&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta let you know I feel so weak without your touch&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I could ever love a man so much&lt;br /&gt;I gotta let you know I think that we are destiny&lt;br /&gt;For you I'd cross the world, for you I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats right baby I'm going crazy&lt;br /&gt;I need to be your lady&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking lately&lt;br /&gt;That you and me, yes we can make it&lt;br /&gt;Just ride with me, roll with me I'm in love with you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break it down now I'll tell you what I feel&lt;br /&gt;From the moment that I met you its been so damn real&lt;br /&gt;My heart seems to skip another beat&lt;br /&gt;Every time we speak, I can't believe I feel so weak&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you really need me and you want me and you miss me&lt;br /&gt;And you love me I'm your lady&lt;br /&gt;I'll be around waiting for you I'll put it down be the woman for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling so deep for you crazy over for you&lt;br /&gt;I`m calling, calling out to you what am I going to do?&lt;br /&gt;It's true, no fronting&lt;br /&gt;Its you and no other i can no longer go on without you&lt;br /&gt;I'll just break down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta let you know I feel so weak without your touch&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I could ever love a man so much&lt;br /&gt;I gotta let you know I think that we are destiny&lt;br /&gt;For you I'd cross the world, for you I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats right baby I'm going crazy&lt;br /&gt;I need to be your lady&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking lately&lt;br /&gt;That you and me, yes we can make it&lt;br /&gt;Just ride with me, roll with me I'm in love with you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, ohhh....&lt;br /&gt;Crazy... lady..... lately....&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh ohhh.....&lt;br /&gt;Ohh ohhh ohhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-1087302516104394503?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/1087302516104394503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=1087302516104394503&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/1087302516104394503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/1087302516104394503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-nice-to-smile-when-i-get-your-phone.html' title='Its nice to smile when I get your phone call at night! But I&apos;d rather have you here with me, right next to me, I miss the way you hold me tight!'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-3393952224066305849</id><published>2009-06-10T02:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T03:43:36.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>the effects of sickness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;WHY WHY WHY!!! I went to columbia asia at 2 in the morning due to my back pain. It's not a good thing okay! And it doesn't feel good too! PAIN PAIN PAIN!!! Wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lumbar disc disease&lt;/span&gt; is the drying out of the spongy interior matrix of an intervertebral disc in the spine. Many physicians and patients use the term lumbar disc disease to encompass several different causes of back pain or sciatica. In this article, the term is used to describe a lumbar herniated disc. It is thought that lumbar disc disease causes about one-third of all back pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Symptoms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain, loss of muscle strength and loss of touch sensation may occur if this herniation causes the compression of the most proximal part of the nerve closely neighbouring the intervertebral disc material. Pain is in the distribution of the nerve compressed, usually down the back of the leg, side of the calf and inside of the foot (sciatica). Most commonly, the nerve root between the fourth and fifth lumbar vertebrae or between the fifth lumbar vertebra and first sacral segment are impinged. In symptomatic cases the diagnosis should be confirmed by an MRI scan. However, in cases with slight symptoms, a faster and cheaper CT scan (although it is inferior to MRI scan) may be recommended. While a CT scan can show the bony structures in more detail, an MRI scan can better portray soft tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Treatment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initial treatment in lumbar disc disease is one or two days of bedrest (although growing number of studies shows that it makes little difference) and pain relieving medications. In cases with ongoing pain despite conservative treatments, a surgical operation that will remove the compressing disc material, a microdiscectomy or discectomy may be recommended to treat a lumbar disc herniation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Information supplied by wikipedia. SO yea. Effed up shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-3393952224066305849?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/3393952224066305849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=3393952224066305849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/3393952224066305849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/3393952224066305849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/06/effects-of-sickness.html' title='the effects of sickness'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-562809242404192690</id><published>2009-06-06T16:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:02:13.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG'/><title type='text'>Time flies with the wind..</title><content type='html'>When i woke up today, Fyz, Van and I were talking about weights. How much we've gained since we first came here. Mine was very very very obvious and i don't know what to do with it. I gained 15kg ever since i came to Miri. 15 kg in 3 years. OMG! That's not good man. I guess when you're too happy you tend to eat a lot and not care about the world. When it shows on yourself now you regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look!&lt;br /&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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SiouYNooTTI/AAAAAAAAAn4/YCUE2q4Enoo/s1600-h/eyadya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SiouYNooTTI/AAAAAAAAAn4/YCUE2q4Enoo/s320/eyadya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344134901340327218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That was me when i was in form 5. (with Nadea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SiowESNnzhI/AAAAAAAAAoI/4RI_tdDErPo/s1600-h/DSC01483.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SiowESNnzhI/AAAAAAAAAoI/4RI_tdDErPo/s320/DSC01483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344136757995097618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SiowZ6yAcrI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/PTtldDgCSwo/s1600-h/DSC00301.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SiowZ6yAcrI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/PTtldDgCSwo/s320/DSC00301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344137129662378674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I first came to Curtin.&lt;br /&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Siouz3PqQDI/AAAAAAAAAoA/MT56v2gmVzo/s1600-h/P5300534.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Siouz3PqQDI/AAAAAAAAAoA/MT56v2gmVzo/s320/P5300534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344135376366354482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the difference? OMG! It's so obvious! I'm planning to do something about it. Well, just make sure i can accomplish it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/8303985419388291908-562809242404192690?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/562809242404192690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=562809242404192690&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/562809242404192690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/562809242404192690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-flies-with-wind.html' title='Time flies with the wind..'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SiouYNooTTI/AAAAAAAAAn4/YCUE2q4Enoo/s72-c/eyadya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-1040591431674545282</id><published>2009-06-05T19:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:04:46.404+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Don't be the monkey who eats the chilli!</title><content type='html'>Wonder how it is that people get so emotional. Past is past that you can't change. And guess what, It's Malaysia. I hate people talking about me, but i can't do shit. Even if i tell them off, they won't stop talking about me. That's reality. It's uncontrollable. The more i shout at them, the more they will talk. So might as well, i just shut up and don't care. There are consequences on whatever i do. So i have to bare with it. Friends will tell me what i wanna hear regardless of how it will make others feel. They will comfort me. Make me feel better so i can go on. So if that is wrong, might as well we don't have friends. True? Oh well.. Some people are just too arrogant to admit that they're wrong. And i don't need people like that in my life. Baby you better think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-1040591431674545282?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/1040591431674545282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=1040591431674545282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/1040591431674545282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/1040591431674545282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-be-monkey-who-eats-chilli.html' title='Don&apos;t be the monkey who eats the chilli!'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-8156898937470736147</id><published>2009-06-05T03:27:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T05:58:51.079+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curtin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Better late then Never!</title><content type='html'>It's gonna be a very long post so bare with me. But not much words. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1. Sports Carnival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig-LHJY1MI/AAAAAAAAAlw/dzR8Tx1FOmE/s1600-h/P5160399.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig-LHJY1MI/AAAAAAAAAlw/dzR8Tx1FOmE/s320/P5160399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343589318493000898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig9xSmbndI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Qp_rrdUlw7U/s1600-h/P5160393.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig9xSmbndI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Qp_rrdUlw7U/s320/P5160393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343588874891009490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig9xTI0JWI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnVvb_1OFJo/s1600-h/P5160382.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig9xTI0JWI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnVvb_1OFJo/s320/P5160382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343588875035223394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig9xI08i0I/AAAAAAAAAlY/3NhRsmBorHQ/s1600-h/P5160380.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig9xI08i0I/AAAAAAAAAlY/3NhRsmBorHQ/s320/P5160380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343588872267533122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig9w69dr1I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/dTrpIY9nBso/s1600-h/P5160373.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig9w69dr1I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/dTrpIY9nBso/s320/P5160373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343588868545163090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig9w4KtsyI/AAAAAAAAAlI/_AVtQlk5uww/s1600-h/P5160372.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig9w4KtsyI/AAAAAAAAAlI/_AVtQlk5uww/s320/P5160372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343588867795432226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SigiK-I418I/AAAAAAAAAh4/jvG8KBtiZWw/s1600-h/P5160375.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SigiK-I418I/AAAAAAAAAh4/jvG8KBtiZWw/s320/P5160375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343558529749407682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SigiK27lCnI/AAAAAAAAAhw/qaNu72OX_qw/s1600-h/P5160386.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SigiK27lCnI/AAAAAAAAAhw/qaNu72OX_qw/s320/P5160386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343558527814535794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig-_fF-I2I/AAAAAAAAAmA/WmpwClhBWbo/s1600-h/P5160400.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig-_fF-I2I/AAAAAAAAAmA/WmpwClhBWbo/s320/P5160400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343590218274317154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Random Day Out - Testimonial Football Match&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SigiKmf8rYI/AAAAAAAAAho/4JzABYp4TQM/s1600-h/P5170402.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SigiKmf8rYI/AAAAAAAAAho/4JzABYp4TQM/s320/P5170402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343558523403677058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig-_YJ6S3I/AAAAAAAAAl4/aovoNUIodW8/s1600-h/P5170403.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig-_YJ6S3I/AAAAAAAAAl4/aovoNUIodW8/s320/P5170403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343590216411794290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SigiKWthy6I/AAAAAAAAAhg/x8JK5hw_56Y/s1600-h/P5170409.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SigiKWthy6I/AAAAAAAAAhg/x8JK5hw_56Y/s320/P5170409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343558519165668258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig-_3ZaPRI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/RhmhxRlad0o/s1600-h/P5170415.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig-_3ZaPRI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/RhmhxRlad0o/s320/P5170415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343590224798301458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig-_rJTd6I/AAAAAAAAAmI/LkjjFxpN-3k/s1600-h/P5170407.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig-_rJTd6I/AAAAAAAAAmI/LkjjFxpN-3k/s320/P5170407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343590221509523362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SigiKHg1JsI/AAAAAAAAAhY/gr9ZvhJ_LrY/s1600-h/P5170419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SigiKHg1JsI/AAAAAAAAAhY/gr9ZvhJ_LrY/s320/P5170419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343558515085878978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby, Peechee and Me!&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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SighkdxTGsI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/EcUCt0u579g/s1600-h/P5170421.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SighkdxTGsI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/EcUCt0u579g/s320/P5170421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343557868225501890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love Hillie.&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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SighkL_HWNI/AAAAAAAAAhI/xvAyyBFOoKc/s1600-h/P5170424.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SighkL_HWNI/AAAAAAAAAhI/xvAyyBFOoKc/s320/P5170424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343557863451613394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Trish!&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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig-_92BKvI/AAAAAAAAAmY/KQ_BMZ6X5jM/s1600-h/P5290432.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig-_92BKvI/AAAAAAAAAmY/KQ_BMZ6X5jM/s320/P5290432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343590226528905970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Testimonial match trophies. Yogesh's team vs Chris's team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SighkA90bcI/AAAAAAAAAhA/OUvYPSXKeGc/s1600-h/P5290438.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SighkA90bcI/AAAAAAAAAhA/OUvYPSXKeGc/s320/P5290438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343557860493389250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Love become lines man. HEHEHE.. FUNny la baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sighj7L_4HI/AAAAAAAAAg4/4BqyFHZlXCo/s1600-h/P5290440.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sighj7L_4HI/AAAAAAAAAg4/4BqyFHZlXCo/s320/P5290440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343557858942247026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Random Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig_x0sB-2I/AAAAAAAAAmo/rafzHVE420k/s1600-h/P5290448.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig_x0sB-2I/AAAAAAAAAmo/rafzHVE420k/s320/P5290448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343591083064556386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig_xosoH1I/AAAAAAAAAmg/6z59dwuxeBo/s1600-h/P5290445.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig_xosoH1I/AAAAAAAAAmg/6z59dwuxeBo/s320/P5290445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343591079845830482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sighj6pMGyI/AAAAAAAAAgw/NJoIYVgzSmU/s1600-h/P5290451.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sighj6pMGyI/AAAAAAAAAgw/NJoIYVgzSmU/s320/P5290451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343557858796247842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SighAiB0aPI/AAAAAAAAAgo/__cbIQOBkAw/s1600-h/P5300463.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SighAiB0aPI/AAAAAAAAAgo/__cbIQOBkAw/s320/P5300463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343557250893244658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig_x8Dk_rI/AAAAAAAAAmw/qsIzeRTKCoI/s1600-h/P5300459.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig_x8Dk_rI/AAAAAAAAAmw/qsIzeRTKCoI/s320/P5300459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343591085042368178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me Lovey Me Cupcakes!!!&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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SighAdRxt6I/AAAAAAAAAgg/m3gwj6eUNLI/s1600-h/P5300464.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SighAdRxt6I/AAAAAAAAAgg/m3gwj6eUNLI/s320/P5300464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343557249617999778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Swimming day - Sports Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SihBLT62rlI/AAAAAAAAAno/nZuajBJJqJo/s1600-h/P5300498.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SihBLT62rlI/AAAAAAAAAno/nZuajBJJqJo/s320/P5300498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343592620456586834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SihBLIt7QqI/AAAAAAAAAng/9ZsTnVYIiRo/s1600-h/P5300483.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SihBLIt7QqI/AAAAAAAAAng/9ZsTnVYIiRo/s320/P5300483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343592617449570978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SihBK_5pXqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/zOc1eWCpaXc/s1600-h/P5300480.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SihBK_5pXqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/zOc1eWCpaXc/s320/P5300480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343592615082811042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SihBK-I1yRI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/oVIi7pqus-4/s1600-h/P5300475.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SihBK-I1yRI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/oVIi7pqus-4/s320/P5300475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343592614609668370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SihBKjdcquI/AAAAAAAAAnI/hQ5AEwDMfo8/s1600-h/P5300470.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SihBKjdcquI/AAAAAAAAAnI/hQ5AEwDMfo8/s320/P5300470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343592607448345314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one is happy, one is shooting the other. WTF???&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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig_yX_rFZI/AAAAAAAAAnA/4372q2wMfnI/s1600-h/P5300469.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig_yX_rFZI/AAAAAAAAAnA/4372q2wMfnI/s320/P5300469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343591092542182802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 little girl playing underwater. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig_yP8IuDI/AAAAAAAAAm4/Rb7eEkiSltg/s1600-h/P5300467.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig_yP8IuDI/AAAAAAAAAm4/Rb7eEkiSltg/s320/P5300467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343591090379864114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SighAHz2RrI/AAAAAAAAAgY/mmY_95GZbPc/s1600-h/P5300468.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SighAHz2RrI/AAAAAAAAAgY/mmY_95GZbPc/s320/P5300468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343557243855324850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SighAJ9Dn1I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/-saA1TFvnok/s1600-h/P5300472.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SighAJ9Dn1I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/-saA1TFvnok/s320/P5300472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343557244430819154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig2Q-tLXaI/AAAAAAAAAkY/SxAeGi6cEcc/s1600-h/P5300507.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig2Q-tLXaI/AAAAAAAAAkY/SxAeGi6cEcc/s320/P5300507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343580623213387170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess who's body?&lt;br /&gt;1. Ezuan&lt;br /&gt;2. Tompoq&lt;br /&gt;3. Syafiq Afifi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig2QvybLlI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ODyKxYFr0CY/s1600-h/P5300509.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig2QvybLlI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ODyKxYFr0CY/s320/P5300509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343580619208863314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig2QWfpaaI/AAAAAAAAAkI/3DUEmH8mTm0/s1600-h/P5300512.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig2QWfpaaI/AAAAAAAAAkI/3DUEmH8mTm0/s320/P5300512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343580612419217826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig2QVvBnpI/AAAAAAAAAkA/s6MXMHkig7g/s1600-h/P5300514.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig2QVvBnpI/AAAAAAAAAkA/s6MXMHkig7g/s320/P5300514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343580612215283346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig2QGulq1I/AAAAAAAAAj4/eFbY9QA-ZKY/s1600-h/P5300519.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig2QGulq1I/AAAAAAAAAj4/eFbY9QA-ZKY/s320/P5300519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343580608186919762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sigg_6RV2UI/AAAAAAAAAgI/6MuWX6YlFbE/s1600-h/P5300490.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sigg_6RV2UI/AAAAAAAAAgI/6MuWX6YlFbE/s320/P5300490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343557240220932418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SigkRIjV1bI/AAAAAAAAAjI/l0Cwhlb7MIg/s1600-h/P5300530.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SigkRIjV1bI/AAAAAAAAAjI/l0Cwhlb7MIg/s320/P5300530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343560834647184818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the ladies of table 16&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SigkQzq07FI/AAAAAAAAAjA/dc-jfytNkF0/s1600-h/P5300531.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SigkQzq07FI/AAAAAAAAAjA/dc-jfytNkF0/s320/P5300531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343560829041437778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys of table 16&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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SigkQ_PPYzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/6bRP3F0mwmE/s1600-h/P5300537.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SigkQ_PPYzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/6bRP3F0mwmE/s320/P5300537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343560832146957106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chu and Me&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SigkQlvJLQI/AAAAAAAAAiw/d1Gt0ftBY1c/s1600-h/P5300551.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SigkQlvJLQI/AAAAAAAAAiw/d1Gt0ftBY1c/s320/P5300551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343560825301445890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SigkQZCftBI/AAAAAAAAAio/XwcqCL-iE2s/s1600-h/P5300552.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SigkQZCftBI/AAAAAAAAAio/XwcqCL-iE2s/s320/P5300552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343560821892953106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelkatu FC won Bronze! 2nd Runner Up.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sigi8Y_cI7I/AAAAAAAAAig/NL3RNS6ik38/s1600-h/P5300560.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sigi8Y_cI7I/AAAAAAAAAig/NL3RNS6ik38/s320/P5300560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343559378771125170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sigi8AYoOSI/AAAAAAAAAiY/q95RUZtmOFM/s1600-h/P5300587.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sigi8AYoOSI/AAAAAAAAAiY/q95RUZtmOFM/s320/P5300587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343559372165888290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peechee, Baby Love, Me and Jojo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SiggkReJH-I/AAAAAAAAAgA/FoMrG1EbEkI/s1600-h/P5300534.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SiggkReJH-I/AAAAAAAAAgA/FoMrG1EbEkI/s320/P5300534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343556765412302818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SiggkGz6-2I/AAAAAAAAAf4/IPFioR2Rcfo/s1600-h/P5300527.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SiggkGz6-2I/AAAAAAAAAf4/IPFioR2Rcfo/s320/P5300527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343556762550860642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Siglr6CFOMI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RBkHstu8ClQ/s1600-h/P5300529.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Siglr6CFOMI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RBkHstu8ClQ/s320/P5300529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343562394117683394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SiglrgXGAVI/AAAAAAAAAjo/z5K1-hkk_JA/s1600-h/P5300573.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SiglrgXGAVI/AAAAAAAAAjo/z5K1-hkk_JA/s320/P5300573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343562387226493266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dancing the Sumazau dance! In respect to Keamatan Festival in Sabah.&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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SiglrU-bOHI/AAAAAAAAAjg/dPoIBjz_lLU/s1600-h/P5300581.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SiglrU-bOHI/AAAAAAAAAjg/dPoIBjz_lLU/s320/P5300581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343562384170236018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Machanz and Sedut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SiglrbBDXUI/AAAAAAAAAjY/BKw81_bqoPY/s1600-h/P5300583.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SiglrbBDXUI/AAAAAAAAAjY/BKw81_bqoPY/s320/P5300583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343562385791868226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Organizing Committee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SiglrG4oa3I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/kdANZHKLmhA/s1600-h/P5300584.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SiglrG4oa3I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/kdANZHKLmhA/s320/P5300584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343562380387838834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SiggkHRwzjI/AAAAAAAAAfw/m61a4dedVkg/s1600-h/P5300565.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SiggkHRwzjI/AAAAAAAAAfw/m61a4dedVkg/s320/P5300565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343556762676022834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby Love and his medal!&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SiggjwHidaI/AAAAAAAAAfo/OO6M0alq68o/s1600-h/P5300568.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SiggjwHidaI/AAAAAAAAAfo/OO6M0alq68o/s320/P5300568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343556756459124130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sigi76UPNMI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/h15EWUOj6Rk/s1600-h/P5300593.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sigi76UPNMI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/h15EWUOj6Rk/s320/P5300593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343559370536858818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kelkatu FC!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sigi73z2OBI/AAAAAAAAAiI/ffQfEukyGGA/s1600-h/P5300595.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sigi73z2OBI/AAAAAAAAAiI/ffQfEukyGGA/s320/P5300595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343559369864132626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Siggjp2IgOI/AAAAAAAAAfg/tDMgXB6u5EE/s1600-h/P5300599.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Siggjp2IgOI/AAAAAAAAAfg/tDMgXB6u5EE/s320/P5300599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343556754775507170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture's worth a thousand words, and i posted a lot. So to end it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SihDWgpXIyI/AAAAAAAAAnw/YSpXqiiEK98/s1600-h/P5310610.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SihDWgpXIyI/AAAAAAAAAnw/YSpXqiiEK98/s320/P5310610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343595011874693922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-8156898937470736147?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/8156898937470736147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=8156898937470736147&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/8156898937470736147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/8156898937470736147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/06/better-late-then-never.html' title='Better late then Never!'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sig-LHJY1MI/AAAAAAAAAlw/dzR8Tx1FOmE/s72-c/P5160399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-8694100138839543452</id><published>2009-05-28T05:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T05:59:01.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football Frenzy'/><title type='text'>In respect of the Champions, I bow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's a lie to say i'm not sad. But i am more disappointed than sad. Man U was really not on form. So much for over confident and the play was messy all the way &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(not Messi, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;messy&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;. The short pass was terrible. And why was Berbatov substituted in? That was the biggest mistake. 30 million pounds worth nothing. Ronaldo was confused between rugby and football throughout the game. It was just a disaster. If Barcelona were to win a perfect match, I don't mind much. But Man U did not even give a fight. All of a sudden Man U changed the game pace following the opponents game play. I mean, seriously. Where's the team play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sh20WST7gdI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/DLRAR4_uCqA/s1600-h/Barcelona_Fc.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sh20WST7gdI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/DLRAR4_uCqA/s320/Barcelona_Fc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340623028096827858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But Barcelona was really on form and they deserve to win.&lt;/span&gt; If Man U were to win, it was a complete miracle, observing by how they play. Ronaldo is just getting too cocky nowadays. Although he's still Mr Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sh23E3JYhjI/AAAAAAAAAfY/-NOKTyYyP_Y/s1600-h/CB-519J-06%7EFC-Barcelona-Messi-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sh23E3JYhjI/AAAAAAAAAfY/-NOKTyYyP_Y/s320/CB-519J-06%7EFC-Barcelona-Messi-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340626027281942066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And Lionel Messi, deserves to get the FIFA player of the year award. &lt;/span&gt;Not Ronaldo. It's okay. At least Man U played the finals. They don't go back empty handed. They still get medals. They may have tried their best but it wasn't 150%. Arsenal and Liverpool got nothing this season and Chelsea might have the opportunity to lift the FA Cup. Out of the 4 English big teams, only 2 won a cup, in Man U case it's 2 Cups. SO yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was texting the whole time during the match. PeeChee and Nadea la mangsa. Kesian. Hehehehe.. Chee! You should've subbed for Ronaldo wei. Then can header like Messi. Hahahaha.. Nadea was telling me how Emilio was rubbing it in her face than Barcelona won. Hahaha.. Poor her. Thank God Baby Love supports the same team as i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday was SEDUT'S birthday!!! We bought him 2 t-shirts!! And he wore it this morning watching the match!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday Sedut!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, i accept the defeat in respect and yes i bow to a better team in Europe. There is still next season!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : hopefully Stupidtove won't play next season! Useless m'theEffer B'tart!&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/8303985419388291908-8694100138839543452?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/8694100138839543452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=8694100138839543452&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/8694100138839543452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/8694100138839543452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-respect-of-champions-i-bow.html' title='In respect of the Champions, I bow.'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sh20WST7gdI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/DLRAR4_uCqA/s72-c/Barcelona_Fc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-8596390594999985318</id><published>2009-05-22T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T01:24:30.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pointless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVEY'/><title type='text'>You're my no 1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been off radar for a while now. I was sick and had a terrible sore throat. Too much to handle at one point. I was onlining for a while just now and i went thru Baby Love's friendster messages and i found the message i sent him 2 years back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dun mind u ignore ba.. hehe.. im not important anyways. eh. chup.. wht sub u repeat again?&lt;br /&gt;IdZuAn wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; yeah true also i do act like that..sorry if i ignore u..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; M e a wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; betul la u dun eat people.. but then again.. u never talk to me bah.. u just look at me then u say hi. itu pun if u rajin then u tegur. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; IdZuAn wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; apa juga mau d takut...i don eat people hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; M e a wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; owkie.. been seeing u around kan.. nak tego pun mcm takut2 bah.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; IdZuAn wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; hey mea..ya repeat lg tiga unit..of course we can be friends..&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; M e a wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; hey idzuan. been seeing u around. jap. u foundation engineering ka? repeat paper? heh.. just wondering if we could be friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.. It's just funny reminiscing how we got to be friends. But at least we have a funny story to tell our kids later on. "How i met your mother" It's gonna be hilarious. It's weird that i actually befriend my boyfriend before we get together. I normally just jump into a realtionship, but being with Ezuan is everything i can ever ask for. I'm blessed to say, i'm in love with my bestfriend. And spending all the time i can for and with him but still have time for my friends, it's miraculous. I guess i'm just lucky. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van was talking to Dinesh about Godfathers while i was watching America's Next Top Model on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com"&gt;Youtube&lt;/a&gt;. They called me off and ask me a question. "Mea, would you introduce your kids to Dinesh?" and i answered "No man, i teach my kid to bully Jega first then intro them!" and then Van said "You should make Jega their Godfather, then when they have money problem they'll ask Jega, not you!" hahahahaha.. True. But my kids will be screwed up if they know Jega too early. Still, loves him loads, you know i do Jega!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to write here and i'm very very tired. Until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&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/8303985419388291908-8596390594999985318?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/8596390594999985318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=8596390594999985318&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/8596390594999985318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/8596390594999985318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/05/youre-my-no-1.html' title='You&apos;re my no 1.'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-1211389635659001356</id><published>2009-05-17T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T13:12:47.672+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football Frenzy'/><title type='text'>too much for words!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PjliMwxKGhI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PjliMwxKGhI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-1211389635659001356?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/1211389635659001356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=1211389635659001356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/1211389635659001356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/1211389635659001356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/05/too-much-for-words.html' title='too much for words!'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-4126067309456375455</id><published>2009-05-16T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T23:31:50.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curtin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football Frenzy'/><title type='text'>Double : Barclays English Premier League 08/09, Carling Cup 09.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sg7bqK4hlTI/AAAAAAAAAfA/aYcP_26_efw/s1600-h/MP0979-MANCHESTER-UTD-team-09.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sg7bqK4hlTI/AAAAAAAAAfA/aYcP_26_efw/s320/MP0979-MANCHESTER-UTD-team-09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336444126003041586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more to go to make it to treble. The game just now was intense! Mr Awesome missed 2 free kick within his range! But still it's okay. We did not get any yellow card or red card, contra to the other team &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ARSenal)&lt;/span&gt; who gained 5 yellow cards - 4 midfielders and 1 defender. Seriously? Fair play people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today i watched the Curtin Football match between Kelkatu FC and Eagles. They draw as well but it's okay, they gave all in while playing, so i'll say, i'm proud of them. I was behaving like a crazy woman shouting here and there while they were playing. Hahahaha.. but the more i try to restrain myself, the more i'll shout. So might as well, just shout! True?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Sports Carnival going on this morning and we won third in relay. Basketball, we were out during the group stages. But it's okay, all that's important is the game and how we have fun playing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ROME,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Here We COME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-4126067309456375455?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/4126067309456375455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=4126067309456375455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/4126067309456375455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/4126067309456375455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/05/double-barclays-english-premier-league.html' title='Double : Barclays English Premier League 08/09, Carling Cup 09.'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sg7bqK4hlTI/AAAAAAAAAfA/aYcP_26_efw/s72-c/MP0979-MANCHESTER-UTD-team-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-6609451492290398110</id><published>2009-05-12T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:35:44.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pointless'/><title type='text'>The second star to the right...</title><content type='html'>I just woke up and it's 10++pm. MY GOODNESS! Now i know why we were not suppose to sleep during Maghrib! I was having a nightmare so bad man! Seriously. It was so bad that i do not want to remember it. So hard to forget. Then i felt better after reading a note &lt;a href="http://accyee.blogspot.com"&gt;Abby&lt;/a&gt; left me on facebook. You made my evening. Thanks Bee! Loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss home. Miss You &lt;a href="http://kittenroars.blogspot.com"&gt;Loooot&lt;/a&gt;!! You know i do. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-6609451492290398110?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/6609451492290398110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=6609451492290398110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/6609451492290398110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/6609451492290398110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/05/second-star-to-right.html' title='The second star to the right...'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-5408726454895192110</id><published>2009-05-12T18:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:23:10.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Heartbreaker you've got the best of me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Felt really happy during the weekend but very sad once i got back. Interesting? &lt;a href="http://udrivemeinsane.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nadea&lt;/a&gt; said my posts are very emo lately. Dunno, don't ask. Hehehe.. Cuz i seriously have no idea why. Maybe it's just too much sometimes. Once i got back in Miri i felt left out like crazy. Most people i love suddenly just face their back to me. Ask why? DON'T ASK! I have no idea. I'm not angry or anything but i seriously feel down and very very disappointed. Calling off on me on the very last minute? Excluding me from everything that's happening? What happen to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;? More like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just friends&lt;/span&gt;! I seriously feel down. Unappreciated much? Yeap, very. All this while when i was there i was still thinking of them, but they leave me out. WHY!!!!!????? Call me attention seeker, call me a liar, whatever you want. My true friends know who i am. Oh well, I'm just very down. Very sad. Thanks guys. Thanks a lot. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : maybe this is just a feeling of the moment, but yea, i'm still sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-5408726454895192110?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/5408726454895192110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=5408726454895192110&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/5408726454895192110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/5408726454895192110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/05/heartbreaker-youve-got-best-of-me.html' title='Heartbreaker you&apos;ve got the best of me!'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-2262174716311710133</id><published>2009-05-07T05:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T06:06:02.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football Frenzy'/><title type='text'>Barcelona, See you in Rome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SgIHE1BvJrI/AAAAAAAAAe4/fQst-jDxIgQ/s1600-h/championsleague4_1.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SgIHE1BvJrI/AAAAAAAAAe4/fQst-jDxIgQ/s320/championsleague4_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332832688295323314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;FINALS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SgIGyWvWR6I/AAAAAAAAAew/XAuBeJ7HU4w/s1600-h/manu_2.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SgIGyWvWR6I/AAAAAAAAAew/XAuBeJ7HU4w/s320/manu_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332832370927486882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;VS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SgIF_2cKoqI/AAAAAAAAAeo/NNjMny7sbAc/s1600-h/barcelona-crest-poster.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SgIF_2cKoqI/AAAAAAAAAeo/NNjMny7sbAc/s320/barcelona-crest-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332831503263638178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEE YOU IN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SgIF4Ss40oI/AAAAAAAAAeg/aFhHl91tiWQ/s1600-h/champions-league-cup.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SgIF4Ss40oI/AAAAAAAAAeg/aFhHl91tiWQ/s320/champions-league-cup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332831373411013250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The match just now was really mind blasting (quote Russel Peters).  Anelka and Drogba gave me a reason to not like them even more. No offense Chelsea supporters, but Anelka's diving was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SERIOUSLY NOT SUPPOSE TO BE A RED CARD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and stupid Drogba got a yellow card after the match ended. Seriously, they need anger management programme for the players man. How can you get a yellow card post match? Isn't that just stupid? Ballack was shouting like a psycho lunatic behind the referee after he called play on. Enough that Barcelona was playing one man down due to the ref's bad call, and they still wanna argue with the officials after match. Clearly Chelsea had an advantage playing against 10 men only, and they still ask for more. A little bit too much. Too dramatic even for me. Thank God Rooney and Scholes is not like that. As hot tempered as they are, still, not as dramatic as Chelsea players in that match against Barcelona just now.  However, credits for Terry and Lampard for playing their best. And Essien's goal was amazing. In my opinion, even Van Der Sar would probably have missed the ball also. The goal can be described as unsavable. Credit to him. Unfortunately, We'll be seeing Barcelona in Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GLORY GLORY MAN UNITED, AND THE REDS GO MARCHING ON ON ON!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-2262174716311710133?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/2262174716311710133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=2262174716311710133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/2262174716311710133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/2262174716311710133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/05/barcelona-see-you-in-rome.html' title='Barcelona, See you in Rome!'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SgIHE1BvJrI/AAAAAAAAAe4/fQst-jDxIgQ/s72-c/championsleague4_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-3384285278853069283</id><published>2009-05-07T00:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T01:22:59.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>You know i love you mama.. You're the queen of my heart!</title><content type='html'>By the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 2nd Year Anniversary to Papa and Mummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(not that you're reading)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stepmom&lt;/span&gt; on tv2 just now. Makes me miss my late mom so much. I know a lot of people think i hate my stepmom. The fact is that i don't. All i feel is that i don't want anything to change. I just want my Ummi to be here. Wish she was here. It's hard you know. As you may read from my previous posts, she's one hell of a super woman. There is no replacement, ever in the whole wide world. I just want a day, where i can actually cry in her arms and tell her all my problems, be her baby girl one more time. I know people say that she's always with me. She's always in my heart and all, but i just want, for once, to see her in front of my eyes, hugging her. I miss that a lot. I always imagine what it would be like if there's only me, Papa and Ummi, with little Amy and Nini.. what would it be like? I can only ask myself those questions. I have no answer for it. I don't ever want my parents to cry for me ever again. I don't want my mom to cry because of me. Sometimes i cry in my sleep. When i think of her, I'd smile to myself, thinking all the memories i have. Which is not much. I've only known the woman half my life. It's not enough. I know i'm the furthest from a perfect daughter right now, but i'm learning to be one. I'd sacrifice anything in the world to meet her again. Meet someone who looks like her. I know this is stupid. But before this, i use to share my ex-boyfriends mom. She's one heck of a woman. Just that when she gives me a hug, i felt loved. I felt my mom's presence in her. Now that my dad has a new wife, i have a new stepmom, i still can't accept it. But I'm learning. I hope one day i can accept her as my mom. But for now just let it be. It needs time. Quote from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stepmom&lt;/span&gt; movie just now :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" Isabel: I never wanted to be a mom. Well sharing it with you is one thing, carrying it alone for the rest of my life, always being compared to you. You're perfect. They worship you. I just don't want to be looking over my shoulder for the next 20 years knowing that someone else could have done it right, done it better, the way that I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie: What do you have that I don't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel: Your mother earth incarnate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie: You're hip and fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel: You ride with Anna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie: You'll learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel: You know every story, every wound, every memory. Their whole life's happiness is wrapped up in you. Don't you get it? Look down the road at her wedding. I'm in a room, alone with her, fitting her veil, fluffing her dress, telling her no woman has ever looked that beautiful. And my fear is that she'll be thinking, I wish my mom was here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie: And mine is, she won't. But the truth is, she doesn't have to choose. She can have us both, love us both. And she'll become a better person because of me and because of you. I have their past and you can have their future.&lt;a href="http://www.moviequotes.com/fullquote.cgi?qnum=15019" id="gridQuotesList_ctl05_anchQuote"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know what my mom wants me to think. but that's the best i can think of too. I just miss her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IAh0Tn0B8Gk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IAh0Tn0B8Gk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taught me everything and everything you've given me&lt;br /&gt;I always keep it inside&lt;br /&gt;You're the driving force in my life, yeah&lt;br /&gt;There isn't anything or anyone that I can be&lt;br /&gt;And it just wouldn't feel right&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't have you by my side&lt;br /&gt;You were there for me to love and care for me when skies were grey&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I was down you were always there to comfort me&lt;br /&gt;And no one else can be what you have been to me&lt;br /&gt;You will always be, you always will be the girl&lt;br /&gt;In my life for all times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, mama you know I love you&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know I love you&lt;br /&gt;Mama, mama you're the queen of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Your love is like&lt;br /&gt;Tears from the stars&lt;br /&gt;Mama, I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' you is like food to my soul&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always down for me&lt;br /&gt;Have always been around for me even when I was bad&lt;br /&gt;You showed me right from my wrong&lt;br /&gt;Yes you did&lt;br /&gt;And you took up for me&lt;br /&gt;When everyone was downin' me&lt;br /&gt;You always did understand&lt;br /&gt;You gave me strength to go on&lt;br /&gt;There was so many times looking back when I was so afraid&lt;br /&gt;And then you come to me and say to me I can face anything&lt;br /&gt;And no one else can do what you have done for me&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be, you will always be the girl in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, mama you know I love you&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know I love you&lt;br /&gt;Mama, mama you're the queen of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Your love is like&lt;br /&gt;Tears from the stars&lt;br /&gt;Mama, I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' you is like food to my soul&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna go a day without you&lt;br /&gt;Fills me up just thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;I'll never go a day without my mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, mama you know I love you&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know I love you&lt;br /&gt;Mama, mama you're the queen of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Your love is like&lt;br /&gt;Tears from the stars&lt;br /&gt;Mama, I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' you is like food to my soul&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Somehow i know she is listening to my every cry, my every thought. I'm happy just to think that she's up where Allah SWT is taking care of her.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SgHFm0OrFgI/AAAAAAAAAd4/h5G7iNcm6dA/s1600-h/Family+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SgHFm0OrFgI/AAAAAAAAAd4/h5G7iNcm6dA/s320/Family+picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332760704429266434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In loving memory of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hanifah Mohsen&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Amylia Maisarah Misnu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;1961-1999, 1998-1999&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-3384285278853069283?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/3384285278853069283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=3384285278853069283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/3384285278853069283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/3384285278853069283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-know-i-love-you-mama-youre-queen-of.html' title='You know i love you mama.. You&apos;re the queen of my heart!'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SgHFm0OrFgI/AAAAAAAAAd4/h5G7iNcm6dA/s72-c/Family+picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-7332644732074403158</id><published>2009-05-06T03:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T05:40:40.434+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football Frenzy'/><title type='text'>Second leg of the semi final game : Arsenal vs Manchester United</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess who won???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:250;" &gt;M A N C H E S T E R . U N I T E D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How cool is that? I don't think i have much to say since the game is so well played and football fans must've seen the match or at least the highlights. So yea, We're marching to Rome.. Hopefully meeting Barcelona but i have a strong feeling we'll be seeing Chelsea again. Poor Fletcher for not being able to play the finals but it's okay. The main thing is team play. Loves!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-7332644732074403158?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/7332644732074403158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=7332644732074403158&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/7332644732074403158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/7332644732074403158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/05/second-leg-of-semi-final-game-arsenal.html' title='Second leg of the semi final game : Arsenal vs Manchester United'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-4904414684555126311</id><published>2009-05-05T12:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:57:56.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>I got sunshine on a cloudy day..</title><content type='html'>Me loves the Baby Love. I feel loved and i wanna share it to the whole world! I feel trapped in my own feelings. I wanna finish the semester fast but i do not want the semester to end. Help me now? Weirdo! I had a fun weekend with the "family".. Well, not all were there due to academic reasons but yea, i had a fun weekend. Went to the crocodile farm, the beach and supposedly MarryBrown, end up at Sugar Bun.&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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sf_ExQF4vDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/VNPsMNFXEf4/s1600-h/090503_175219.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sf_ExQF4vDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/VNPsMNFXEf4/s320/090503_175219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332196834242247730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family, plus fyz, taking the pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back home in 2 days time. OMG i so can't wait. WOMAN! you know who you are, we have some serious shopping to do! Don't have the mood to blog as much. Well, update as soon as i have the mood to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-4904414684555126311?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/4904414684555126311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=4904414684555126311&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/4904414684555126311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/4904414684555126311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-got-sunshine-on-cloudy-day.html' title='I got sunshine on a cloudy day..'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sf_ExQF4vDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/VNPsMNFXEf4/s72-c/090503_175219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-8019622179477057491</id><published>2009-05-03T04:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T04:50:04.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG'/><title type='text'>My goodness gracious</title><content type='html'>OMG! it's 4.49 and i'm still awake. Guess what we did the whole night? We played monopoly since 1.20-ish and we didn't realize it was almost 5. I don't know what is going on with us. The JingBang Crew without yours truly and Abby went to the Baboon's BF's office to shake their head. I'm having really bad headache right now. Sarah was over my house for a while and i didn't talk to her much cuz i was so into the monopoly game. I'm rambling i think. I don't know what i'm typing. I'm just so tired..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-8019622179477057491?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/8019622179477057491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=8019622179477057491&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/8019622179477057491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/8019622179477057491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-goodness-gracious.html' title='My goodness gracious'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-1544338842281401448</id><published>2009-05-02T20:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:19:25.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curtin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football Frenzy'/><title type='text'>It's gonna be a girl fight..</title><content type='html'>Oh what a day. I missed an action at the campus field. I didn't get to buy the sandals from Hush Puppies that i liked. I missed the football game between Man United and Middlesbrough. I didn't get to buy Iced Caramel Machiatto. Everything was just so fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Story 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ezuan888.blogspot.com/"&gt;Baby Love&lt;/a&gt; twisted his ankle last night when he was practising basketball. So Van and i took him to Columbia Asia for a check up and apparently if the swollen part doesn't shrink in 3 days time, he has to go back for an X-Ray. There goes the Unisex Futsal for him, the best goalkeeper is unable to play. Sad. All and all, the doctor only gave him painkillers to ease the pain a little. That's it. So much for going to see the doctor and all he got was pain killers. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Story 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Imperial Mall after Columbia Asia to get Van's running shoes and she got a very pretty one for herself. Nice pinkish purple looking running shoes. We went up and down to search for shoes for Van and Baby Love wanted a futsal shoe. So i got him one very nice futsal shoe, white and very pretty. Very HIM. Hehehe.. he loves it so yea. We ate at KFC and met Didi's parents there. They didn't look pleased to see me so i just went up to say hi, courtesy. =) Right after Imperial we went over to Bintang Plaza for window shopping but end up buying a pair of sandals for Baby Love. He's been using it ever since i paid for it. Love to see him happy! =) We cruised to the new wing of the renamed Mega Mall, and found Marrybrown, Big Apple and a few new shops opening up. COOL!!! So we had doughtnuts after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Story 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the hustles in Bintang Plaza, I drove back to Campus to be in time for the Sabah-Eagles match. I was speeding up to be back in time. BUT THEN!!! By the time we got back at the field, there was no game. And i was like.. WTF??? Hillie said there was a match happening now! And Jojo updated us on what happened. Apparently the game was stopped half way, due to a fight happening between the team members on field. Really drama!!! I MISSED IT!!! So saddening!!! What i heard was some Eagle dude whacked Ahmed and it started from there. A name popped out, some Zeelani or something. He pissed the Sabah people off real bad! Up to the point where the security called police to campus. It was THAT BIG! Something about Godwin chasing a guy down the road or something. I don't know the real story cuz i wasn't there to witness it all. I MISSED BIG TIME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*edited*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Story 4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Alfresco plan was canceled. So we stayed in for the night and had a family time. When we were leaving for villa, I thought i had my car keys with me but as we reach the car, i couldn't find it anywhere around me. So i went back up to my room to find my car keys but it was no where to be found. So i went back down to tell Baby Love and Van that i misplaced my keys. Then Baby Love went up to find cuz i gave up already that time. He took a while to find them so i went up to help him. When we were already in the apartment, he told us he found the keys... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;in his pocket!!!&lt;/span&gt; WTF!!! It was with him all the time. OMG!!! You can't imagine how furious i was but i had to give him a chance cuz he's "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the handicap&lt;/span&gt;" for the day. Instead of verbal assulting him, i tickled him till he can't take it anymore. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Story 5&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone went out and i left myself at home. I feel like having a quite weekend. Nothing too big. Just the boyfriend and yours truly. I seriously can't wait to get back home. =) Miss home!!! Man United won by the way! The living legend scored a goal on his 801th appearance. Macheda got a yellow card and Park Ji-Sung scored another goal. Updated from &lt;a href="http://www.livescore.com/"&gt;livescore.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all for the day. Interesting huh? From an exam to an excursion to a fist fight to a crazy get together to a quiet night. HEHEHEHE.. Lovesit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : Bee, wish you were here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-1544338842281401448?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/1544338842281401448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=1544338842281401448&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/1544338842281401448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/1544338842281401448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-gonna-be-girl-fight.html' title='It&apos;s gonna be a girl fight..'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-6139750788741063539</id><published>2009-05-02T08:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T08:23:57.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curtin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'>Wish me luck!</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna have my mid term going on soon! Wish Me Luck!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-6139750788741063539?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/6139750788741063539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=6139750788741063539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/6139750788741063539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/6139750788741063539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/05/wish-me-luck.html' title='Wish me luck!'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-811637945228739519</id><published>2009-04-30T14:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:18:25.243+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Message'/><title type='text'>I know you're gone, you said you're gone but i can still feel you're here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SflLdNdqTFI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/L8xKBbVD3e8/s1600-h/SK05_290409_LAILA_MENINGGAL_opt.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SflLdNdqTFI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/L8xKBbVD3e8/s320/SK05_290409_LAILA_MENINGGAL_opt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330374599172050002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condolences to the CM's family for their loss. May Datuk Amar Puan Sri Hajah Laila Taib's soul rests in peace. Datuk Amar laila, 68, battled cancer for the past three months and celebrated their 50th Wedding Anniversary three months back at the new Four Points Hotel. She is known as Sarawak's first lady and a very lovely and generous person. You will always be in our prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Look for the rainbow in every star&lt;br /&gt;Find out for certain, love is gonna be there for you&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be someone's baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-811637945228739519?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/811637945228739519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/811637945228739519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-youre-gone-you-said-youre-gone.html' title='I know you&apos;re gone, you said you&apos;re gone but i can still feel you&apos;re here.'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SflLdNdqTFI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/L8xKBbVD3e8/s72-c/SK05_290409_LAILA_MENINGGAL_opt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-5572263243884070578</id><published>2009-04-30T05:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T05:34:44.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football Frenzy'/><title type='text'>Full Review of the champions league game, first leg ; Manchester United vs Arsenal</title><content type='html'>The previous post was very very brief due to the mobile wi-fi usage. It was slow and very very inconvenient. Okay back to the game. OMG!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was restless most of the time. I was very nervous, as much as i have faith in my boys playing but still, it's a football game, anything can happen!!! So yea, i was analyzing the match so much that i thought i'd do better as an ESPN reporter than an accounting student. HEHE.. The first 11 was the usual ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;1  Van der Sar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5  Rio Ferdinand(C) - sub(23. Evans)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;15  Vidic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;22  O'Shea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3   Evra&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8   Anderson - sub (11. Giggs)(C)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;16  Carrick&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;24  Fletcher&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7   Ronaldo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10  Rooney&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;32  Tevez - sub (9. Berbatov)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little bit disappointed that Rafael did not play the match but still, it's okay. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GIGGS PLAYED HIS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;800th&lt;/span&gt; GAME!!!&lt;/span&gt; And he scored!(Of course it wasn't counted due to offside! AARGHHHH!!! Stupid Lines Man!) The legend man. And i would like to agree with the supporters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;I, here by, petition for Manchester United legend to be Knighted! Sir Ryan Giggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first half was AWESOME! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;O'Shea, of all people, scored!&lt;/span&gt; Nice chip by Tevez. The game was intense! Although the Red Devils won, the man of the match, i humbly give to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Almunia&lt;/span&gt;. He was very on form. He did his very best to save all shots. 6 shots out of 7, on target, was saved. Hands down! Van der Sar on the other hand had not much to save. He was relaxing 60% of the time. I was hoping Van Persie would play, but NOOOOOOOOOO.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, guess we'll be seeing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/span&gt; in the Finals. Although i do want Barcelona to win, but highly unlikely. Still hoping tho. Thanks to Abby for acknowledging that Arsenal sucks. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll sleep very happily tonight. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-5572263243884070578?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/5572263243884070578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=5572263243884070578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/5572263243884070578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/5572263243884070578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/04/full-review-of-champions-league-game.html' title='Full Review of the champions league game, first leg ; Manchester United vs Arsenal'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-8884878726420889674</id><published>2009-04-30T03:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T03:45:16.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First half review of the semi final game, champions league</title><content type='html'>OMG!!!!!! Awesome! Mr Utility man scored! I did not expect him to score but yea!!! OMG!!! I wish anderson would score tho!! We'll see what happen second half!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-8884878726420889674?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/8884878726420889674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=8884878726420889674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/8884878726420889674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/8884878726420889674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-half-review-of-semi-final-game.html' title='First half review of the semi final game, champions league'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-3019014994098095185</id><published>2009-04-28T16:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:02:12.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Velvet is the new Silk, Violet is the new Pink.</title><content type='html'>Me lovey Me Dearest Daddy!!! I was just trying my luck asking for a new perfume to add up to my collection. Wasn't really hoping for it. Thought Papa would just ignore my wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:400;"&gt;SEE SEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfbE7lAkemI/AAAAAAAAAdA/RDmsj_JolsE/s1600-h/Anna+Sui+Night+of+Fancy+%28W%29+50ml.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfbE7lAkemI/AAAAAAAAAdA/RDmsj_JolsE/s320/Anna+Sui+Night+of+Fancy+%28W%29+50ml.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329663736865389154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's what was in the plastic bag together with my Twiggies and Nougats! OMG!! ME LOVESIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfbE7tyY7zI/AAAAAAAAAdI/6yzjwqk4oWg/s1600-h/annasui2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfbE7tyY7zI/AAAAAAAAAdI/6yzjwqk4oWg/s320/annasui2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329663739221831474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The advert is just sooooooooooooooooo invigorating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait to go back home and spend more time with my dad and my sister. He means the world to me. =) Papa spoils me like a little princess and i love it. I don't care whatever people say about me, all i know is i admit i am a princess and i'm my dad's princess. No one else's. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-3019014994098095185?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/3019014994098095185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=3019014994098095185&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/3019014994098095185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/3019014994098095185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/04/velvet-is-new-silk-violet-is-new-pink.html' title='Velvet is the new Silk, Violet is the new Pink.'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfbE7lAkemI/AAAAAAAAAdA/RDmsj_JolsE/s72-c/Anna+Sui+Night+of+Fancy+%28W%29+50ml.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-6280463691990833692</id><published>2009-04-28T10:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T11:35:14.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'>Throw your hands up now and let the music take control. This is how we roll, i'm not too young and i'm not too old.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I actually woke up for class today. Like literally in the morning, not just a speech figure. Got up at 6.30am, linger around for an hour and prepared for class at 7.30am. Reach classroom at 8.05am. Wow!!! Hehehe.. See! Nothing is impossible. So yea, i settled my disputes with the management regarding the sanctions already. Relieved. I suddenly thought of my late mom and how she manages so much hustles in her life at one time. Manage the household, run a furniture manufacturing company, operates a gift shop, became an agent for Cosway and yet still have time for me and my dad. She's one super woman. I don't know how she divides her time and i'm very impressed. The thing was, everything went so well when she was around. Everything was very organized. When she passed away, everything went downhill because there was no successor. Even in a large number of family member divided to take care on only one at a time, it was no match to how my mom did. People would say it's typical for daughters to want to be like their mothers', but yea, i would LOVE to be like my mom. As a matter of fact, i'm on the way there. The field that i am in, was once hers. My actions might not show that i think of her, people might judge that i do not love my late mom, but i really do, deep down inside. Who in this world do not love their mom? It's just stupid and hopeless of them. I would trade anything in this world for her to be in my life again. That's why when i hear random people disliking their parents due to how they are treated by the parents (very protective, always moody and angry), i imagine myself in their place, where most of the time, i would tear up thinking how much i miss having the situation happening on me. All i have now is Papa and my stepmom. It's not the same. I always wish things was still like before, when i was 11. =) Life was perfect back then. The best father ever and the no.1 mom. Guess that's one thing i'll never have, a perfect family. Mind you, my dad is still the best dad in the whole wide world. Regardless anything people might say about him, HE IS THE BEST and my friends would know. =) He cares not only for me, but my friends as well. He treats my friends as his own daughter as well. Van, Raula, Dira, Effa.. You would know would you "Kak Van"? Hehehehe.. I'm not saying my stepmom is a bad stepmom, it just takes time to getting use to. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having Accounting 101 mid-term this saturday, and i've studied like 10% of it only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To Raula,&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK LAW EXAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously can't wait to get back home. Can't wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-6280463691990833692?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/6280463691990833692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=6280463691990833692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/6280463691990833692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/6280463691990833692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/04/throw-your-hands-up-now-and-let-music.html' title='Throw your hands up now and let the music take control. This is how we roll, i&apos;m not too young and i&apos;m not too old.'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-787439715453937519</id><published>2009-04-27T17:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:35:23.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football Frenzy'/><title type='text'>We're the famous Man United and we're going to Wembley!</title><content type='html'>Follow up to my previous post, these are the players i have faith in and who i think are very good and valuable players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfWBeMqnciI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/6-DnmGVv4Z4/s1600-h/3335372896-soccer-barclays-premier-league-west-ham-united-v-manchester-united.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfWBeMqnciI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/6-DnmGVv4Z4/s320/3335372896-soccer-barclays-premier-league-west-ham-united-v-manchester-united.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329308089858880034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The new HAWT and very skillful right back player, Rafael Pereira Da Silva. Don't Confuse him with his twin brother Fabio P.D. Silva. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfWBd5MISyI/AAAAAAAAAbI/NkgkSn2iNLs/s1600-h/487706461-soccer-carling-cup-semi-final-second-leg-manchester-united-v.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfWBd5MISyI/AAAAAAAAAbI/NkgkSn2iNLs/s320/487706461-soccer-carling-cup-semi-final-second-leg-manchester-united-v.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329308084630735650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Darren Fletcher, wasn't keen of him at first, but he proved me wrong twice. One of the midfielders we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfWBd7yPzSI/AAAAAAAAAbA/wvKU8bp_EoU/s1600-h/086rooney_468x710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfWBd7yPzSI/AAAAAAAAAbA/wvKU8bp_EoU/s320/086rooney_468x710.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329308085327482146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wayne "The Man" Rooney (a nickname we gave him) is so far among the best strikers i've seen (observing the new season) and he's only 24 years old!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfWEGqQrd0I/AAAAAAAAAbo/1uakJnNKxH4/s1600-h/article-0-01764325000004B0-442_468x587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfWEGqQrd0I/AAAAAAAAAbo/1uakJnNKxH4/s320/article-0-01764325000004B0-442_468x587.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329310984021178178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Micheal Carrick played for Man Utd since 2006, playing the midfielder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfWEGTMTaEI/AAAAAAAAAbg/d9kpe5pCXSI/s1600-h/Anderson_468x637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfWEGTMTaEI/AAAAAAAAAbg/d9kpe5pCXSI/s320/Anderson_468x637.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329310977828808770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another midfielder, Anderson Luis de Abreu Oliveira, well known as only Anderson hasn't scored any goals ever since his debut on 2007/2008 season but still, his ball control and passing is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"CUN!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfWEGaH-muI/AAAAAAAAAbY/RZZGu7wlRLw/s1600-h/4222724871-soccer-uefa-champions-league-quarter-final-first-leg-manchester-united.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfWEGaH-muI/AAAAAAAAAbY/RZZGu7wlRLw/s320/4222724871-soccer-uefa-champions-league-quarter-final-first-leg-manchester-united.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329310979689716450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The Utility Man" Mr John O'Shea plays defender or midfielder, joins Man Utd during the olden days, (exaggerating much?) year 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfWEaaWoAeI/AAAAAAAAAcA/85EfHn-rD9Y/s1600-h/gary-neville-man-utd-defender-231x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfWEaaWoAeI/AAAAAAAAAcA/85EfHn-rD9Y/s320/gary-neville-man-utd-defender-231x300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329311323348533730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Team Captain Mr Gary Neville, the defender, served United since year 1992!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfWEaEB2xMI/AAAAAAAAAb4/AVJY79egnQg/s1600-h/f5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfWEaEB2xMI/AAAAAAAAAb4/AVJY79egnQg/s320/f5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329311317355840706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr Awesome!!! Too HOT for words. Everyone knows, no need explanation.&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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfWEaBSxJSI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Suv467zj6-o/s1600-h/edwin_van_der_sar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfWEaBSxJSI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Suv467zj6-o/s320/edwin_van_der_sar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329311316621468962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MAN! Mr Edwin Van der Sar! You're &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no.1&lt;/span&gt; in my heart!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfW2VDDpS8I/AAAAAAAAAc4/TyHr62QxxDQ/s1600-h/scholes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfW2VDDpS8I/AAAAAAAAAc4/TyHr62QxxDQ/s320/scholes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329366206776953794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paul Scholes, another midfielder, played for United since 1994. He's known to get very aggressive and hot tempered on field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfW2U3SP5jI/AAAAAAAAAcw/mbUUyTqnTNg/s1600-h/RyanGiggsPA_468x664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfW2U3SP5jI/AAAAAAAAAcw/mbUUyTqnTNg/s320/RyanGiggsPA_468x664.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329366203616978482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The living Legend Mr Ryan Giggs, midfielder, appeared in 799 matches, surpassing Sir Bobby Charlton(758).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfW2U-QFWAI/AAAAAAAAAco/4AcDYh2nmns/s1600-h/rio-ferdinand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfW2U-QFWAI/AAAAAAAAAco/4AcDYh2nmns/s320/rio-ferdinand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329366205486946306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The no.1 defender Rio Ferdinand famous for being tallest in the team, after Van der Sar and always shouting on pitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfW2U9SLjII/AAAAAAAAAcg/6ideCHZbqYY/s1600-h/p1_tevez_1203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfW2U9SLjII/AAAAAAAAAcg/6ideCHZbqYY/s320/p1_tevez_1203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329366205227306114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me lovey Mr Carlos Tevez! He's everywhere when he plays! Literally everywhere! He's the striker but he's EVERYWHERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfW2G5oDBNI/AAAAAAAAAcY/2QFVU2k3M9Y/s1600-h/nemanja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfW2G5oDBNI/AAAAAAAAAcY/2QFVU2k3M9Y/s320/nemanja.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329365963727111378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nemanja Vidic! The defender who tends to get yellow cards. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfW2GuO6DFI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ry7HRB2kxKY/s1600-h/Manchester%2BUnited%2Bv%2BFulham%2BPremier%2BLeague%2B8fzYgZwG4tnl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfW2GuO6DFI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ry7HRB2kxKY/s320/Manchester%2BUnited%2Bv%2BFulham%2BPremier%2BLeague%2B8fzYgZwG4tnl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329365960668875858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man Utd's own Korean superstar football player! Park Ji-Sung joined the team July 2008 and played straight the next day! Imagine that! That's how good he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfW2GYQRk9I/AAAAAAAAAcI/FZt5qHWQZPY/s1600-h/Macheda.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfW2GYQRk9I/AAAAAAAAAcI/FZt5qHWQZPY/s320/Macheda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329365954769032146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Newest player, Ferderico "Kiko" Marcheda scored winning goal for Man Utd during his debut appearance playing for the first team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to rearrange them again, So yea. These are my favourite players.&lt;br /&gt;Those who are not listed, i don't favor them much! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&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/8303985419388291908-787439715453937519?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/787439715453937519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=787439715453937519&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/787439715453937519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/787439715453937519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/04/were-famous-man-united-and-were-going.html' title='We&apos;re the famous Man United and we&apos;re going to Wembley!'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfWBeMqnciI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/6-DnmGVv4Z4/s72-c/3335372896-soccer-barclays-premier-league-west-ham-united-v-manchester-united.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-8947873128529367718</id><published>2009-04-26T20:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:10:20.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football Frenzy'/><title type='text'>My theme song!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D4T3g4gGqHQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D4T3g4gGqHQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfRdFxvWZaI/AAAAAAAAAa4/INHznoPQuic/s1600-h/monas-manchester-united.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfRdFxvWZaI/AAAAAAAAAa4/INHznoPQuic/s320/monas-manchester-united.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328986612918805922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Glory glory Man united,&lt;br /&gt;Glory glory Man united,&lt;br /&gt;Glory glory Man united,&lt;br /&gt;As the reds go marching on on on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the busby babes in days gone by,&lt;br /&gt;We’ll keep the red flags flying high,&lt;br /&gt;Your gonna see us all from far and wide,&lt;br /&gt;Your gonna hear the masses sing with pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United, Man united,&lt;br /&gt;We’re the boys in red and we're on our way to Wembley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wembley, Wembley,&lt;br /&gt;We're the famous Man united and we're going to Wembley,&lt;br /&gt;Wembley, Wembley,&lt;br /&gt;We're the famous Man united and we're going to Wembley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Seventy-Seven it was Docherty&lt;br /&gt;Atkinson will make it Eighty-Three&lt;br /&gt;And everyone will no just who we are,&lt;br /&gt;They'll be singing que sera sera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United, Man united,&lt;br /&gt;We’re the boys in red and we're on our way to Wembley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wembley, Wembley,&lt;br /&gt;We're the famous Man united and we're going to Wembley,&lt;br /&gt;Wembley, Wembley,&lt;br /&gt;We're the famous Man united and we're going to Wembley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory glory Man united,&lt;br /&gt;Glory glory Man united,&lt;br /&gt;Glory glory Man united,&lt;br /&gt;As the reds go marching on on on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory glory Man united,&lt;br /&gt;Glory glory Man united,&lt;br /&gt;Glory glory Man united,&lt;br /&gt;As the reds go marching on on on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory glory Man united,&lt;br /&gt;Glory glory Man united,&lt;br /&gt;Glory glory Man united,&lt;br /&gt;As the reds go marching on on on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfRcs2z20-I/AAAAAAAAAaw/0_ax-kpBb1E/s1600-h/85165610_141401s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfRcs2z20-I/AAAAAAAAAaw/0_ax-kpBb1E/s320/85165610_141401s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328986184783156194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfRcczB1MAI/AAAAAAAAAao/HQZ0Be5xszk/s1600-h/Manchester-United-Poster-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfRcczB1MAI/AAAAAAAAAao/HQZ0Be5xszk/s320/Manchester-United-Poster-16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328985908890120194" 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/8303985419388291908-8947873128529367718?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/8947873128529367718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=8947873128529367718&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/8947873128529367718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/8947873128529367718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-theme-song.html' title='My theme song!'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfRdFxvWZaI/AAAAAAAAAa4/INHznoPQuic/s72-c/monas-manchester-united.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-8633469285360474918</id><published>2009-04-26T03:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:02:56.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football Frenzy'/><title type='text'>Glory glory Man United! Glory glory Man United! Glory glory Man United! And the reds go marching on on on!</title><content type='html'>Once again, it's proven. Who's the best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;manchester united&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manchester United&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MANCHESTER UNITED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M A N C H E S T E R . U N I T E D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course! *big smile* 5-2? Come on! One fact everyone should know is that, Tottenham Spurs never won a match against the Red Devils since the year 1989! And we gave them a commanding lead in the first half. It's a lie to say i wasn't down. I was half emo watching it and at some point i got tired of watching and start playing the game on my phone. But when the penalty was scored by Mr Awesome, 57', I start to watch again. And it KEEPS on COMING. Keeeeeeeeps on coming! After penalty was a nice shot by Wayne Rooney, 67', the equalizer. Then Mr Awesome did a diving header, 68' (THEN HE TOOK OFF HIS SHIRT TO SHOW OFF HIS HOT BOD!!!!!!). And then it was a scramble goal by Rooney, 71', followed by another scramble goal by Dimitar Berbatov, 71' (whom earlier i thought was useless in the game). So yea. Basically that's it. LOVE MY TEAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Koyot cuz he watched with us that time. He was giving me the winning clap when Darren Bent scored in the 29' and again another when Luka Modric scored in the 32'. After the 3rd goal by Mr Awesome, I was literally shouting "In your face" all the time after a goal. hehehehe.. Awwwww... but still, you know i love you Koyot. So chill!!! You have to accept Man U is the best, and that's why Berbatov moved! *grins* CHILL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go have a good peaceful calming sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-8633469285360474918?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/8633469285360474918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=8633469285360474918&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/8633469285360474918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/8633469285360474918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/04/glory-glory-man-united-glory-glory-man.html' title='Glory glory Man United! Glory glory Man United! Glory glory Man United! And the reds go marching on on on!'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-1030785265882999044</id><published>2009-04-25T17:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T17:47:01.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Know it ain't nothin to drop a couple stacks on you. Want it, you could get it my dear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfLV7e4lRhI/AAAAAAAAAZo/ozKxm2sjzJQ/s1600-h/clearance50new_326x268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfLV7e4lRhI/AAAAAAAAAZo/ozKxm2sjzJQ/s320/clearance50new_326x268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328556527012103698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love The Boyfriend so much!!! Supposedly today was budget day, but then again, it was half price sale at Lea Center. It was announced yesterday (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;informed by Abg Tom&lt;/span&gt;). So after presentation, after resting for a while, we went out to town "browsing" through the items in SALE, with Hillie and Abg Tom. And from there it started... Shoes, Heels, Bags, Jerseys, Socks, Sneakers... I could see stars everywhere. I was going around and around finding my own stuff while the boyfriend was finding his own, and then he made a decision not to buy futsal shoes because it was not the one he wanted. So we went around and around.. and guess what!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfLatKCoYqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/qMekvoc6QSY/s1600-h/s_adidas_superstar2bsc_909263vapourcelgr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 396px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfLatKCoYqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/qMekvoc6QSY/s320/s_adidas_superstar2bsc_909263vapourcelgr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328561778457076386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MINE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Adidas Superstar II K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfLatA5cJqI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TOpaddtM2SE/s1600-h/adidas-superstar-ii-whtwhtblk1.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfLatA5cJqI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TOpaddtM2SE/s320/adidas-superstar-ii-whtwhtblk1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328561776002606754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE BOYFRIEND'S!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Adidas Superstar II BSC Originals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Lovesit. haha... Well i always wanted an adidas superstar sneakers but then again, spending RM250++ for it was slow and painful, in the end, i never bought them. Thanks baby! I love you loads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grins with joy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-1030785265882999044?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/1030785265882999044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=1030785265882999044&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/1030785265882999044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/1030785265882999044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/04/know-it-aint-nothin-to-drop-couple.html' title='Know it ain&apos;t nothin to drop a couple stacks on you. Want it, you could get it my dear'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfLV7e4lRhI/AAAAAAAAAZo/ozKxm2sjzJQ/s72-c/clearance50new_326x268.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-2317325346900323861</id><published>2009-04-25T12:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T12:19:31.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Good afternoon Upper East Siders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfKPJe2HpVI/AAAAAAAAAZg/unKyOgpo9ao/s1600-h/gossip-girl-season-2-episode-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfKPJe2HpVI/AAAAAAAAAZg/unKyOgpo9ao/s320/gossip-girl-season-2-episode-16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328478702194369874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfKPJO34tGI/AAAAAAAAAZY/NZvoNPegPfE/s1600-h/gossipgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfKPJO34tGI/AAAAAAAAAZY/NZvoNPegPfE/s320/gossipgirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328478697906812002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfKN3423bxI/AAAAAAAAAYo/2gfEe1m7b_g/s1600-h/54_uploadedImage__gossip_girl_week_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfKN3423bxI/AAAAAAAAAYo/2gfEe1m7b_g/s320/54_uploadedImage__gossip_girl_week_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328477300427550482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfKN4iylWBI/AAAAAAAAAZI/AFKw0-v73Ds/s1600-h/gossip-girl-cast-vanity-fair.0.0.0x0.400x270.jpeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfKN4iylWBI/AAAAAAAAAZI/AFKw0-v73Ds/s320/gossip-girl-cast-vanity-fair.0.0.0x0.400x270.jpeg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328477311683876882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfKOG5gHJrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/SbdBx2XDx4c/s1600-h/gossip-girl-season-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfKOG5gHJrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/SbdBx2XDx4c/s320/gossip-girl-season-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328477558298584754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfKN4abRRbI/AAAAAAAAAZA/rj9MZwY5YPI/s1600-h/gg.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfKN4abRRbI/AAAAAAAAAZA/rj9MZwY5YPI/s320/gg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328477309438608818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfKN4LbxErI/AAAAAAAAAY4/oG-eUbEkAus/s1600-h/2755151a3f05579e_gossip-girl-season-2-finale-poster_440x501.xxlarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfKN4LbxErI/AAAAAAAAAY4/oG-eUbEkAus/s320/2755151a3f05579e_gossip-girl-season-2-finale-poster_440x501.xxlarge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328477305414161074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfKN3wJlvYI/AAAAAAAAAYw/53nLXG4FAPw/s1600-h/282oyzc.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfKN3wJlvYI/AAAAAAAAAYw/53nLXG4FAPw/s320/282oyzc.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328477298090163586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Know You Love ME, xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&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/8303985419388291908-2317325346900323861?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/2317325346900323861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=2317325346900323861&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/2317325346900323861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/2317325346900323861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-afternoon-upper-east-siders.html' title='Good afternoon Upper East Siders'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfKPJe2HpVI/AAAAAAAAAZg/unKyOgpo9ao/s72-c/gossip-girl-season-2-episode-16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-7631699803172463711</id><published>2009-04-25T11:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T12:10:40.285+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curtin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>A dream is a wish your heart makes... when you're fast asleep.</title><content type='html'>I had a pretty good presentation today. Lovesit! Last night i had the weirdest dream i've ever thought i would have. But then again, now i don't remember much. It had something to do with Nelson? HA!!!!!!! told you it was weird. Something about him running around thinking about Economics and Mr Abey. Of all things to dream about. the most random person. I think at one point he was shouting for Dilhani's name. HAHAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the group presenting just now was very entertaining. They drew a tree on the white board and it represented an organization. Fertilizer represented ABC (activity based costing). And the explanation goes on and on. It was funny. Nice one boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kidney, gallbladder and back bone is really giving me problems! Pain!!! Sometimes too much to handle. But everything happens for a reason. Allah SWT is probably just trying my patience to his obstacles. I know i am not strong enough to overcome this alone, but i will try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again i am telling this until it happens, i won't stop,:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T WAIT TO GO BACK KUCHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehehe.. Last night while doing final touch on my presentation report, i was watching this movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfKK2bDK1II/AAAAAAAAAYI/DdoaidJBg-8/s1600-h/lesson-kingdom-kingdom-of-heaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfKK2bDK1II/AAAAAAAAAYI/DdoaidJBg-8/s320/lesson-kingdom-kingdom-of-heaven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328473976711337090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfKK2mU3yLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Xy6xbOebvLY/s1600-h/Kingdom_of_Heaven_090003.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfKK2mU3yLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Xy6xbOebvLY/s320/Kingdom_of_Heaven_090003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328473979738376370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was so intrigued by the movie and made me think the sacrifice made by our ancestors, the killings and invasion of country. Why was this needed? I don't understand the purpose and reason of war. Does killing people give you the pleasure? It's just sad. Why can't we just live in peace? I think war is just bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another movie i just can't wait to watch is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfKMXH6oQYI/AAAAAAAAAYg/xT5nXjiKDNA/s1600-h/confessions-of-a-shopaholic-01-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfKMXH6oQYI/AAAAAAAAAYg/xT5nXjiKDNA/s320/confessions-of-a-shopaholic-01-thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328475638022553986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfKMW-4Ua2I/AAAAAAAAAYY/hfhkmGClcLY/s1600-h/confessions-of-a-shopaholic_on_bluefly.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfKMW-4Ua2I/AAAAAAAAAYY/hfhkmGClcLY/s320/confessions-of-a-shopaholic_on_bluefly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328475635596946274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Love is gonna buy me the dvd today! Thanks baby! Hehehe.. but i'm afraid after watching this, i might want to shop also. This is hard.. I'll restrain myself somehow. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-7631699803172463711?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/7631699803172463711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=7631699803172463711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/7631699803172463711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/7631699803172463711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/04/dream-is-wish-your-heart-makes-when.html' title='A dream is a wish your heart makes... when you&apos;re fast asleep.'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfKK2bDK1II/AAAAAAAAAYI/DdoaidJBg-8/s72-c/lesson-kingdom-kingdom-of-heaven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-4419454927956034046</id><published>2009-04-25T08:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T08:26:28.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Message'/><title type='text'>Wishing upon the shooting star..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WISH ME LUCK ON MY PRESENTATION TODAY!!! NEED IT SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHERRIO, XOXO&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/8303985419388291908-4419454927956034046?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/4419454927956034046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=4419454927956034046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/4419454927956034046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/4419454927956034046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/04/wishing-upon-shooting-star.html' title='Wishing upon the shooting star..'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-5752516077228309882</id><published>2009-04-24T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T18:18:30.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Message'/><title type='text'>p/s : ...</title><content type='html'>Before the previous posts becomes another one like what happen to a friend of mine, Hillie,  i just wanna say the only people mention here is Raula, my cats and my cousins. I'm not finger pointing anyone. Don't take it the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.. be very careful nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-5752516077228309882?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/5752516077228309882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=5752516077228309882&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/5752516077228309882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/5752516077228309882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/04/ps.html' title='p/s : ...'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-1867377844947317054</id><published>2009-04-24T16:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T18:25:53.207+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dramas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>you know you love me, xoxo, gossip girl..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfGSwlzCeII/AAAAAAAAAYA/wthCL4vq2X4/s1600-h/516r9EX3HOL._SX320_SY240_.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfGSwlzCeII/AAAAAAAAAYA/wthCL4vq2X4/s320/516r9EX3HOL._SX320_SY240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328201197633566850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching the latest Gossip Girl episode, Remains of the J, and somehow i could relate to it but not much. NO! I could not relate to having trust funds, platinum credit cards, private jet vacation, limousine to school, sophisticated soiree or the designer brands. It's just too much to ask for in my lifetime right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the drama, and the twist, who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;True?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the pees and poes happening these few days, i am DONE! I'm just sick of defending myself to other people who matters to me but heck, i don't mean shit in their life. SAD? I know. Think whatever you want, act however you want, i will not care anymore because i can't keep satisfying your wants. I just want this to be over, and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Back to Gossip Girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfGSjjox6cI/AAAAAAAAAX4/oLB1pV9w5vs/s1600-h/poppy-gg-0309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfGSjjox6cI/AAAAAAAAAX4/oLB1pV9w5vs/s320/poppy-gg-0309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328200973715368386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reaaaaaaaaaaaally like Poppy Lifton! I like her character. I was saying to Baby Love how i wish i had a friend like that, and i snapped. Wait, I do have a friend like that. You know who i'm talking about biatch! She's like the good friend who's always there but not always visible. Get what i mean? Haha.. i'm thinking too much. And yes, i am really really relieved that i know where i stand now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't want to go back home. First time i've been this excited to go back home since the day i left home. I can't wait to see my babies, can't wait for sushi, mi kolok, laksa, mi jawa, satay simpang, my cousins, my friends. Too much to justify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i don't like judging people, and guess what, i didn't give u the privilage to judge me. You think you know everything, well, think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-1867377844947317054?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/1867377844947317054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=1867377844947317054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/1867377844947317054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/1867377844947317054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-know-you-love-me-xoxo-gossip-girl.html' title='you know you love me, xoxo, gossip girl..'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SfGSwlzCeII/AAAAAAAAAYA/wthCL4vq2X4/s72-c/516r9EX3HOL._SX320_SY240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-5569239740861036877</id><published>2009-04-23T17:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:38:10.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find</title><content type='html'>I don't really have anything to say just that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 19th Month-sary Baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time does fly fast and after all the hustles, the Baby Love and Yours Truly are still together. Perfect. I heart you baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days i wasn't feeling well. Had some complications in my body. So yea. Effing screwed up everything. I was planning to go back Kuching on this 2nd May, but noooooooooooooooooo.. my mid-term exam just HAD to be on that day! ARGHHHHHHHHHH... Clash! Now i cannot support the Crocs playing Kuching Sevens. Just great. I had everything planned out well already. Have Ola pick me up at the airport, shopping, sushi, mi kolok, laksa.. but nooooooooooooo.. Oh well, studies comes first. What the heck. I'm bored now. Off to the field for rugby practise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-5569239740861036877?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/5569239740861036877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=5569239740861036877&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/5569239740861036877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/5569239740861036877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-sun-illuminate-words-that-you-could.html' title='Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-6008186434328343023</id><published>2009-04-19T17:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:20:27.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat and Mini-Cats'/><title type='text'>Look at the rainbow in every star, fly like an angel heaven sent to me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SerqmZf6ewI/AAAAAAAAAXw/gNovFlCkAdc/s1600-h/18042009089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 447px; height: 335px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SerqmZf6ewI/AAAAAAAAAXw/gNovFlCkAdc/s320/18042009089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326327454719703810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My babies! i miss you so much. The gray cat is Jega, the tri-colour is Georgie. My dad sent me this picture yesterday. I was so looking forward to seeing them all in 2 weeks time when i get back. But my cousin told me that Geogie died after been chased by some stray dog. Now i feel like shooting all the stray dogs with machine gun! I didn't get to see Georgie. Thankfully Princess is doing fine. I miss my babies.. I miss Chessie.. I miss Jega.. I miss Georgie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgie didn't get the chance to sleep with me in my room. play around in my room like Chessie always does. Georgie was burried behind my house at our backyard. Rest in peace love. You know i always love you. I'm sorry i wasn't there. I'm sorry i couldn't take care of you like i did the mommy cat. I'm sorry my baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Rest in Peace my Georgie (2008-2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-6008186434328343023?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/6008186434328343023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=6008186434328343023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/6008186434328343023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/6008186434328343023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/04/look-at-rainbow-in-every-star-fly-like.html' title='Look at the rainbow in every star, fly like an angel heaven sent to me..'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SerqmZf6ewI/AAAAAAAAAXw/gNovFlCkAdc/s72-c/18042009089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-5824994880404978858</id><published>2009-04-19T12:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T12:52:48.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Message'/><title type='text'>It's not the first time and you know it don't you now?</title><content type='html'>I hope this will be over soon. I want it to be over. It's such a hustle and something that could have been prevented. But people make mistakes. Sometimes those mistake led to huge consequences. I don't care if people choose to not believe, but one honest voice is bigger than a crowd. I swore in front of the Qu'ran already. And i swore than if i lied, i would be dead by today. That's my promise to god. So now only God knows who is telling the truth. If a true religious person, no matter what religion they are, their Qu'ran or Bible would be the last barrier. If you ask a person who's lying, to swear on their religion, beliefs and God, they would think twice before they do. Some people just take their Gods as a puppet, and religion just by name. I know i am not as religious as other people, but i know my limit. I know Allah S.W.T. is there watching always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not wish for you to believe me if it makes you feel bad after, and makes you feel like you have to choose sides. I don't want you to. So you can believe whatever you want for all i know is that i am telling the truth. I am not trying to win anyone or campaigning for supporters, because i know i do not need to. My true friends will know when i would lie (with reasons) and when or what about that i would not. Plus, what a friend of mine said was true, "Ezuan knows you inside out to know that you are not lying and i don't see any reason why you would create this story". Thank you dear. Advice to girls out there, guy friends, they are nice to you when you're happy, but when they do shit to you, all you are to them are crampled up paper that they can just throw away. I can't believe i stood up for you! Some kind of friend you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i have enough to say about this. Now i just want to close this case, this chapter of my life and move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-5824994880404978858?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/5824994880404978858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=5824994880404978858&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/5824994880404978858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/5824994880404978858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-not-first-time-and-you-know-it-dont.html' title='It&apos;s not the first time and you know it don&apos;t you now?'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-1649516217089882376</id><published>2009-04-17T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:15:05.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>Promise i'll be kind but i won't stop until that boy is mine..</title><content type='html'>What is wrong with me? I feel like i own a feelings blog or something! I realize that most of my post lately are all emotional ones. I don't know what has happen to me. I don't know what i'm thinking. I don't know myself already. I don't know what is going on with me! I think i need someone to slap me back to reality. What the hell! Ola! I wish you were here. You're the only one who knows what's going on! I really wish you are here. OLA I NEED YOU RIGHT NOW! I feel like killing myself. I feel like i don't wanna be alive. To make it worst, it's not only for me to know, but for everyone whom i do not want them to know. Help me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-1649516217089882376?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/1649516217089882376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=1649516217089882376&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/1649516217089882376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/1649516217089882376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/04/promise-ill-be-kind-but-i-wont-stop.html' title='Promise i&apos;ll be kind but i won&apos;t stop until that boy is mine..'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-3714141287293530898</id><published>2009-04-17T19:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T19:13:37.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We are the crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We're cuh-coming out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Got my flash on it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Need that picture of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's so magical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We'd be so fantastic, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Leather and jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;your watch glamorous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Not sure what it means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But this photo of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It don't have a price&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ready for those flashing lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;'Cause you know that baby I-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm your biggest fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'll follow you until you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Papa-Paparazzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Baby there's no other superstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;You know that I'll be your-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Papa-Paparazzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Promise I'll be kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But I won't stop until that boy is mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Baby you'll be famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Chase you down until you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Papa-Paparazzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'll be your girl backstage at your show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Velvet ropes and guitars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yeah cause you know I'm starting between the sets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Eyeliner and cigarettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Shadow is burnt, yellow dance and return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My lashes are dry- But the teardrops I cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It don't have a price&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Loving you is Cherry Pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;'Cause you know that baby I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm your biggest fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'll follow you until you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Papa-Paparazzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Baby there's no other superstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;You know that I'll be your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Papa-Paparazzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Promise I'll be kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But I won't stop until that boy is mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Baby you'll be famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Chase you down until you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Papa-paparazzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Real good, We're dancing in the studio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Stop-stopped, That shit on the radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Don't stop, for anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We'll Blast it but we'll still have fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm your biggest fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'll follow you until you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Papa-Paparazzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Baby there's no other superstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;You know that I'll be your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Papa-Paparazzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Promise I'll be kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But I won't stop until that boy is mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Baby you'll be famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Chase you down until you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Papa-paparazzi&lt;/span&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/8303985419388291908-3714141287293530898?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/3714141287293530898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=3714141287293530898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/3714141287293530898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/3714141287293530898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-1057282003441421653</id><published>2009-04-17T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T16:02:31.829+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>I'm your biggest fan, i'll follow you until you love me. Papa-paparazzi..</title><content type='html'>Baby there's no other superstar you know that i'll be your papa-paparazzi. Promise i'll be kind, but i won't stop until that boy is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL AWFUL!!! I feel terrible. I feel like death is better than living. I feel so alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-1057282003441421653?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/1057282003441421653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=1057282003441421653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/1057282003441421653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/1057282003441421653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-your-biggest-fan-ill-follow-you.html' title='I&apos;m your biggest fan, i&apos;ll follow you until you love me. Papa-paparazzi..'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-1139581860925126696</id><published>2009-04-16T05:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T06:21:54.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football Frenzy'/><title type='text'>UEFA Champions League : Road to Semi Finals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SeZdKi45tCI/AAAAAAAAAXo/KAFkfndsvp0/s1600-h/MAN_UTD+LOGO_JPG.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SeZdKi45tCI/AAAAAAAAAXo/KAFkfndsvp0/s320/MAN_UTD+LOGO_JPG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325046045157733410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of my team. It was worth it to spend 2 hours of what should've been my bedtime to sit and support them play although it's from far far away and not from Porto Stadium. I was screaming, squeaking, shouting, getting heart attacks and protesting most of the time during the match. Imagine me being a hooligan.. can you? I totally can imagine myself as one. I'd be the one who screams and man handle other supporters who does not support the Red Devils. I am not saying that i'm the number one supporter or anything, but i'm a hardcore, die hard fan of the football club. I would jump for joy and cry for the team. It's best to say that i am in love with the team more than anything in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second match between the Red Devils and Porto FC was one match that i thought i would die somewhere in the middle. I wasn't seated on my chair properly, and it was in public. In my mind, i was in my own space where i can only hear my own voice. In my opinion and point of view of the match, i think it was useless for Patrice Evra to play the game. But still, they did not concede so perhaps he was doing his job okay. Not perfectly, but just okay. Ferdinand is, as always, the hero for doing a great job on helping Edwin Van Der Sar protect the goal. I was saying the whole time, quote myself &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"that's why he's my man"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, everytime Van Der Sar saves a goal. EVERYTIME. He's my hero. I told my friends that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if Van Der Sar wasn't married, i would so marry him&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHAHA.. As if he even knows i exist. Silly me. But yea, again, He's my hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SeZVeQkME4I/AAAAAAAAAXY/iqmSWo3Ekig/s1600-h/vandersar.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SeZVeQkME4I/AAAAAAAAAXY/iqmSWo3Ekig/s320/vandersar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325037587743380354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Hero. Heh.. I'm so pathetic sometimes. But yea. The love i have for the team is pure and unmeasurable. He did quite a few good saves during the game and it makes me proud. Funny? HAHAHAHA.. And of course, the player to score the winning goal is non other than Cristiano Ronaldo! Predictable? I know right? It wasn't even a free kick, and in my estimation, it was 34m from the goal post, he curled the shot to top left with his famous rocket shot. It was AWESOME!!!!! And it was only the 6th minute in the game! He IS awesome. And he has a HAWT SIZZLIN' bodayyyyy.. HAHAHAHA.. Hey, excuse me for being a girl. Can you deny that he's got a perfect 6 pack body? Can you??? See this! and tell me, TELL me if you think he doesn't have the HAWT BOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SeZW91xUA4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/zjikiCZPRIU/s1600-h/cristiano-ronaldo-sportsbook-bonus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SeZW91xUA4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/zjikiCZPRIU/s320/cristiano-ronaldo-sportsbook-bonus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325039229818110850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of his weird screaming facial expression, please tell me how that is not a perfect 6 pack bod? Going back to the match, Nemanja Vidic got the first yellow card, which was a bummer because i bet on John O'Shea getting the first yellow card. Sedut ended up winning RM4.50 because the bet was 50cents per person. I wanted to trash Koyot with the remainings of my drink for wanting Porto to win. I was a nervous wreck and he just had to shove it to my face saying Porto will score. STILL, who won? WHO WON?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M A N C H E S T E R    U N I T E D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE!!! I am proud to say that i am a Man U supporter ever since i was 7 years old. During the era of David Beckham, Ruud Van Nistelrooy, Ole Gunnar Solskjaer, Dwight Yorke and Andy Cole. I was such a fanatic fan back then, even my bed sheets were Manchester's Old Trafford picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next match : Arsenal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i had enough to say about this. Off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-1139581860925126696?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/1139581860925126696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=1139581860925126696&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/1139581860925126696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/1139581860925126696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/04/uefa-champions-league-road-to-semi.html' title='UEFA Champions League : Road to Semi Finals'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SeZdKi45tCI/AAAAAAAAAXo/KAFkfndsvp0/s72-c/MAN_UTD+LOGO_JPG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-1989502602973283264</id><published>2009-04-15T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:29:24.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pointless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>Ever since the day you went away and left me lonely and cold, my life just hasn't been the same. Oh baby no..</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I looked into your eyes the moment that I let you go, I just broke down&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i woke up at 9 and thought it was still early, so i cuddled back into my blankie, and told myself just another half hour. The next thing i know, Van was knocking on my door, saying that my group mates are here. SMART? Hm.. I was exhausted from the charades game played last night and sleeping at 3am. It was fun you know. The charades game thingy. I was in Godwin's group, with Fyza, Baby Love and Jamie. Against Van, Abby, Danny, Dinesh and Karibi. Jorden was the judge. It was so fun!!! We won! so yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby if I ever get the chance to be with you again I would sacrifice 'cuz the feeling that I feel within no other man would ever make me feel so right. Its nice to smile when I get your phone call at night but I'd rather have you here with me, right next to me. I miss the way you hold me tight&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked today as usual.. Lemon Chicken, Veggie and CornBeef.. I was so hungry from not eating the whole day. And i played rugby late afternoon. Just to jog around. I miss having Fariq, Hoe and Azfar playing touch with us. Those three guys are like masters when playing. All the seniors, who's left now is Gala.. That's about it. Well, there are Cendol, Baby Love, Koyot, Karibi. But still, it's not the same. So yea.. Miss them boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now i feel like the post is just useless and there's nothing to write about. Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-1989502602973283264?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/1989502602973283264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=1989502602973283264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/1989502602973283264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/1989502602973283264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/04/ever-since-day-you-went-away-and-left.html' title='Ever since the day you went away and left me lonely and cold, my life just hasn&apos;t been the same. Oh baby no..'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-7573974852990856590</id><published>2009-04-15T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:28:52.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Message'/><title type='text'>Tell me how am i suppose to live without you...</title><content type='html'>I feel hopeless when i am unable to be helpful. It's killing me. I doubt that my friends know how much i love them and at times protect them. I know i'm just human like other people, unable to convince everyone to believe on just one thing. I tried so hard at times that it backfires. In the end i got the bullshits. All i can do is hold on to the people i love as long as they are willing to be with me but once they don't, they slip away. I know it's as if i'm a superhuman wannabe.. but i just do not want my friends to get hurt. My family can manage on their own because i know they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same note, i don't think my friends realize that most of what i do for them is for their own good. But yea, i'm just a 20-year-old who's voice isn't listened by many. Words that comes from me, they usually ignore. I feel so down and depressed. I always get this shit! I hate it! I wish i could be heartless and just show people a cold face and not care. BUT i can't. That's just not me. Sometimes i think i care too much about other people that they just see me as a newspaper at the side of the road. Read once and then recycled. So pathetic. Maybe that's the problem. I care too much about my friends that they take it for granted. Maybe i should just not care and let them be. Let them do wrongs on their own and when it crashes them, just look and do nothing. I wish i could do that. I hate being angry at my friends, i hate knowing they are angry at me, i hate not speaking to my friends, i hate ignoring my friends. I hate knowing my friends are jumping into a deep waterfall and soon to be drowned, but unable to prevent it. I HATE WHAT I FEEL NOW! I hate knowing that a sweet little pink bird is suffering and unable to fly. I HATE IT! Such a sweet little bird. Why on earth would people see the bird and not help it? Don't you think it's stupid? Don't you? I am somehow very angry but i just have to suck it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when my friends know their limits, knows their boundries. I love it when i feel appreciated by them. I love it when they know i am around and think about me, about how i feel. I love it when i cry, i will always have a shoulder to cry on. I love it when i need them, they are there to comfort me. I love it when i am helpless, they come to the rescue. I love it when i am their little sister. I love it when i think of them, i cry in joy. I love it when they are always there. I love it when they include me in everything they do. I love it when they think of me as their friend they will always have. I love it when they know they're wrong, they will apologize. I love it when they know to do the right thing. I love to know that i will never loose them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only little pink birds can read, i want you to know that i feel your pain and i know why you can't fly. I don't feel sorry for you but i want you to heal yourself and start to fly again because i know you have the strength to. I want you to know that although i am not on the same tree with you, i am always here for you. I want you to know that i would do anything to see you fly again. I want you to know that i am on your side. I want you to know that the wound you have is not worth the pain. I want you to know that i would do anything to stop the big bird from flying away to another tree. I care for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whomever it matters, you should know that i love you much more tham words can say but please, don't let me think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola, thanks for always being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-7573974852990856590?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/7573974852990856590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=7573974852990856590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/7573974852990856590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/7573974852990856590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/04/tell-me-how-am-i-suppose-to-live.html' title='Tell me how am i suppose to live without you...'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-5159229172321947442</id><published>2009-04-08T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:09:27.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curtin'/><title type='text'>Siapa sebenarnya aku padamu? Mungkin sama dengan teman lain yang bisa kau buat begitu...</title><content type='html'>WTF emo post? No not really. I just listened to this song and observed its tunes and lyrics, to be honest, it's quite nice. Not like normal malay songs which are over emotionally romantic, in other words, hopelessly emotional. Staying at lakeside and only having tv1, tv2, tv3.. gives me no choice but to follow the tv3 drama series. It's not bad but i still prefer american series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really amused lately, when i found out how to download videos from &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;! wtf? hahahaha.. It's so cool to me, that i've been downloading the videos ever since. &lt;a href="http://keepvid.com"&gt;My magic wand&lt;/a&gt; helps me a lot! LOVESIT! My housemates, minus Van, must think i'm crazy or something 'cuz today i've been listening to all kinds of songs! I finally found my Gummy Bears song after so long searching for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About these few weeks, all i wanna do is just escape to neverlands and live peacefully with zero negativity in life. Can a person's sight be clouded with fake images? Can time be wasted for something merely everlasting? I just don't understand that how constructors build a building so tall but in the end the goal is to blow it up to pieces. Make sense to you? I do not think so. And how can a bird with little strength run over a tree and still survive. Growing a tree is not easy, it needs water, sunlight, and personal care, nuturing.. When someone tells you nothing lasts forever, you try so hard to agrue otherwise and try your very best to convey something to prove them wrong, but sometimes, it's just not meant to be that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make a self reflection over here. I'm not the type of person to have enemy's, maybe just dislike a few but i don't hold grudges. After a while, whatever hatred there is in me will fade away in time. I am the furthest from being a perfect woman. All i am is a girl finding her way into the world where there is problems and obstacles to face. My life right now, was not what i pictured 4 years back when i left Kolej. What happened in that 4 years was not what i planned and far from what i want it to be but if i have to live it all over again, i'd be lying to say i do not want to change anything, but that is just how you learn. True? From mistakes. I thank God for where i am today. Having the most patient, loyal, trustworthy, honest, good looking and understanding man i've ever met in my entire life. I never thought i would find such person. I never thought i'd de-friend my buddies, i never thought i would be-friend the friends i have now, i never thought i would have Dinesh in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize this post has too much words and i do not like it. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i'm saying is that, to say that there is no happy ending at all, that's just pure bullshit. There is a happy ending for everyone, you just have to find it. For me, it's not an ending, but a happy start for my journey ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i feel like i've blogged about this before? Oh well, i don't care. It's my blog and hell i can write what i want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-5159229172321947442?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/5159229172321947442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=5159229172321947442&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/5159229172321947442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/5159229172321947442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/04/siapa-sebenarnya-aku-padamu-mungkin.html' title='Siapa sebenarnya aku padamu? Mungkin sama dengan teman lain yang bisa kau buat begitu...'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-6907893229595382942</id><published>2009-04-05T19:37:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:22:18.920+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curtin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>LOVING YOU is easy cuz you're beautiful.. du du du du du... AAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaa..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;LAME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea, i heard that song this morning in the car on the way back from airport after sending Amanda. She missed her first flight and bought a new ticket on the spot. We had breakfast at Rasa Segar eating Nasi Lemak early in the morning. Back to the song, i tried so hard to reach the high note, CANNOT WEI! i sound like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rosak juxebox&lt;/span&gt;. hahahahaha... Well, at least i tried! With the boyfie in the car listening. Poor his ears. Then we start listening to the songs on my mp3, and i was day dreaming the whole time but the boyfie was too occupied with the song to realize it. =) Love him always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SdiZ6Q9Er9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/TbXRXUIxvQI/s1600-h/P4040138.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SdiZ6Q9Er9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/TbXRXUIxvQI/s320/P4040138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321172186000830418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's my everything. Every single thing i spend on and do for him is worth it knowing that he's the best thing in my life. The 2 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ikan buntal&lt;/span&gt; posing under the sun! hehehe.. It was taken yesterday during the Curtin Open Day. I have so many things on my mind today, i.e. now. But yea, i do not know where to start. I have a lot of pictures to post but i just couldn't be bothered to. I miss home, I miss my Dad, I mimss &lt;a href="http://kittenroars.blogspot.com/"&gt;Raula&lt;/a&gt;. But i don't have the time to go back. SAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SdibciDwtDI/AAAAAAAAAV4/fHBOKZ1BtUI/s1600-h/P4020008.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SdibciDwtDI/AAAAAAAAAV4/fHBOKZ1BtUI/s320/P4020008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321173874219463730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Van's 24th Birthday. I got her this really hot white Santa Barbara Heels and Wan chose a white bag to go with it paid by &lt;a href="http://accyee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Abby&lt;/a&gt;, Shannon and Amanda. She's been using the bag around and i'm happy that she loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SdibdUZoKZI/AAAAAAAAAWI/AZXbqpXXByU/s1600-h/P4020023.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SdibdUZoKZI/AAAAAAAAAWI/AZXbqpXXByU/s320/P4020023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321173887732951442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boyfie and yours truly. And oh, btw, the necklace worn was bought earlier on by the boyfie. A cat pendant. Lovesit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sdif_AARlmI/AAAAAAAAAWo/w8Dtwv9dqFM/s1600-h/P4030043.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sdif_AARlmI/AAAAAAAAAWo/w8Dtwv9dqFM/s320/P4030043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321178864419968610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My 2 housemates, Fyza and Jamie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SdibdeX5nkI/AAAAAAAAAWA/T_W0twpVu9o/s1600-h/P4020019.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SdibdeX5nkI/AAAAAAAAAWA/T_W0twpVu9o/s320/P4020019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321173890410061378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My 2 indian brothers. Love them so very much! Dinesh there act macho la. Kick him then he know! Later on that night i had dance practise from 1230 am till 3am. CRAZY SHIZ? I know right. So yea. I had performance the next day for the opening of the School Of Business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sdif_c_6a6I/AAAAAAAAAWw/zlIYR1E4E98/s1600-h/P4030064.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sdif_c_6a6I/AAAAAAAAAWw/zlIYR1E4E98/s320/P4030064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321178872203078562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kak Deb, Serena and yours truly in Ulu costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sdif_95mySI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-riZHE957tg/s1600-h/P4030099.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sdif_95mySI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-riZHE957tg/s320/P4030099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321178881034996002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sdif_lkatQI/AAAAAAAAAXA/OKQul9Q2-wo/s1600-h/P4030096.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sdif_lkatQI/AAAAAAAAAXA/OKQul9Q2-wo/s320/P4030096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321178874503673090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sdif_m93o7I/AAAAAAAAAW4/vuLnXy1YY_c/s1600-h/P4030090.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sdif_m93o7I/AAAAAAAAAW4/vuLnXy1YY_c/s320/P4030090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321178874878862258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CUPCAKES and YOURS TRULY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things happen this weekend. Curtin Open Day i had fun. Eating lamb and throwing stuff at Abby and Dinesh. Lovesit. I'll upload more pictures up later. Now i''m going to Emart, grocery shopping with the boyfie, Abby, Tompok and Hillie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-6907893229595382942?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/6907893229595382942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=6907893229595382942&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/6907893229595382942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/6907893229595382942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/04/loving-you-is-easy-cuz-youre-beautiful.html' title='LOVING YOU is easy cuz you&apos;re beautiful.. du du du du du... AAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaa..'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SdiZ6Q9Er9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/TbXRXUIxvQI/s72-c/P4040138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-5580888989400799486</id><published>2009-03-22T14:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:20:51.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>i don't know much but i know i love you.. and that maybe all i need to know</title><content type='html'>Today &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(22nd March)&lt;/span&gt; was the most weird and havoc day i have ever had. I think i had the best sleep ever since i came to Curtin. Yesterday was very very tiring. I woke up at 6 to send Van to i-Systems for her English exam and then went over to KRP (Kelab Rekreasi Petroliam) to watch and take pictures of the boys playing touch rugby. It was so hot and i am under the sun most of the time. I had sun rashes for a while yesterday. I was surprised i'm not sick today. The weather change yesterday was CRAZY. It was boiling for a while and then sudden pour of rain and changed back to the hot sunny day! WTH!!! And then after Baby Love had a football match where they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapau&lt;/span&gt; the team 12-0. Cool no? hehehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and today. i woke up early and had like 90% level of energy! Then after eating breakfast &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(maggi asam laksa)&lt;/span&gt; my door slammed cuz the window was opened. I tried to open it but it was locked from inside. And the security came, they were unable to unlock it. So this is when..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SchdXDSwtLI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ROw9HiX7eIA/s1600-h/cosickandofficerdunnigan.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SchdXDSwtLI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ROw9HiX7eIA/s320/cosickandofficerdunnigan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316602010713240754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Julaihi went out Abby's window and climbed into mine. Sweet Spiderman Stunt!!! Hahahahaha.. And the rest of the day i was high on techno music. Zhangar and those dancey RnB music. Made me miss Danny and Azfar. Well, practically the old house! So yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then today &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(24th March)&lt;/span&gt; i woke up on the wrong side of the bed and got very grumpy and angsty. It's just wrong. I broke a soy sauce bottle. wtf? Well yea, i'm just not in a mood today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-5580888989400799486?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/5580888989400799486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=5580888989400799486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/5580888989400799486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/5580888989400799486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-know-much-but-i-know-i-love-you.html' title='i don&apos;t know much but i know i love you.. and that maybe all i need to know'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SchdXDSwtLI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ROw9HiX7eIA/s72-c/cosickandofficerdunnigan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-1561411253727311953</id><published>2009-03-13T05:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T05:51:26.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dramas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Message'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Oh i never meant to brag, but I GOT HIM where i want him now... Harry Winston my love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Honestly what was she thinking about the whole situation and incident?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't you have a brain of your own to think about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the questions i've been thinking about for the past few days. I know i might be overreacting or something for it was not i whom is involved, but in a way i am too. Honestly, how shallow can you be? The same mistake twice? I mean, COME ON! Learn from it. I am not addressing this to anyone, but i'm just releasing what i feel and what i felt. I seriously do not have time for drama and i don't want to be caught up in one, but i always tend to be in the big picture. All i want now is that things to be like normal and PLEASE stop this drama. I know people are trying to be nice and i really want to help, but if you're not helping yourself, then who will? TRUE? Having been through this situation makes me feel obligated to ensure others wouldn't do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like being in a jewelery shop where you found the perfect Harry Winston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sbl_olPGidI/AAAAAAAAAVY/FzP7iWfFkRw/s1600-h/R3322P-t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sbl_olPGidI/AAAAAAAAAVY/FzP7iWfFkRw/s320/R3322P-t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312417570627160530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't just buy it straight without asking about the details, "how much it is?", "will it fit your finger?"... And if the ring was already on hold buy other customer, you don't just simply buy it from the shop, unlikely that they will allow you to do that. Plus you don't just buy everything you like, you will need to choose one item that stands out from the rest and fits you best. If you go on buying it straight without any judgment, you won't have enough fund to fulfill your wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds ridiculous that i'm explaining all this without a motive, but still, whoever that matters, would understand perfectly. For anyone who doesn't, don't even waste your time trying to understand 'cause i can assure you that you'll be lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear sweetheart, trust me whatever that's yours can never be taken away by window shoppers even when they try it on, it will forever be yours. Here's a message for you, my darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SbmCpCePgmI/AAAAAAAAAVg/77_5a1J1Rbo/s1600-h/harry_winston_jewelry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 422px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SbmCpCePgmI/AAAAAAAAAVg/77_5a1J1Rbo/s320/harry_winston_jewelry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312420877010174562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, Happy birthday Hillie darling. You know i love u always. And you don't have to tell me how much you do, for i know it's unmeasurable. Love love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-1561411253727311953?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/1561411253727311953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=1561411253727311953&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/1561411253727311953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/1561411253727311953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-i-never-meant-to-brag-but-i-got-him.html' title='Oh i never meant to brag, but I GOT HIM where i want him now... Harry Winston my love'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/Sbl_olPGidI/AAAAAAAAAVY/FzP7iWfFkRw/s72-c/R3322P-t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-4141117286936410197</id><published>2009-03-03T12:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:12:44.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curtin'/><title type='text'>Voulez vous coucher avec moi? ce soir?</title><content type='html'>I had a good night sleep and finally enough for a fresh start for the day. But then again, when i woke up i heard Van's speaker on so i turned on mine as well. And the first song to be played was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Better in Time - Leona Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell!!! Not a good way to start a day. The song reminds me of Hoe so the very the much! Hehehehe.. Before, i don't know how girls can have a boyfriend and still be so close to another guy as well, now i do. I miss him terribly. I bet all three of us does, Abby, Van and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Current song : All I Have To Give - BSB)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoe is like my buddy! He can be annoying to me at times , well when he wants to be, but he can be very caring at times to. He makes sure i don't eat anything i'm not suppose to. Cuz he said he'll be the one in trouble of having to drive me to the hospital. Hahahaha.. I still remember what he says. Lots of memories with Hoe even when i'm only close to him for a year. The part where i was suppose to her flowers for him to give to Abby, but when Abby called i said i was taking stuff from my cousin. When she found out, she was like "Cousin ha! Oh you're taking stuff from your cousin!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Current song : Circus - Britney)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin went back to Kuching cuz she's transfered there this is the most lonely i've ever felt in 2 years. There's no Hoe and Azfar, no Daniel, no Ina, even Fidah left. Like WOW! It's like no one is here anymore! But it's ok. It got me close to Van and Abby, Dinesh and Danny, Sedut, Syabil and Jay, also Tompoq. So yea. I still have friends around me. Thank goodness for that. I even befriended Amanda and Lyanis. Nice? I know. We had Abby's birthday at Soho, the gang and i bought presents for her also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Current song : Hot N Cold - Katy Perry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had trouble with the new tenants and the mother is super annoying. Oh come on, when i first came to Curtin, i was 17 as well and my dad just left me like that. I didn't have my dad to do laundry for me or feed me around. For god sakes, We're in Uni already, act like a Uni student please? Gosh! How protective can mothers be? It's not that i'm saying they're not suppose to be like that, but limits man. Maybe cuz i don't have my mom to pamper me for the past 8 years of my life, i grew up to be who i am now. I love my dad more than words can say. He's my dad and my mom, he's my friend and my bank. Hehehe.. But yea, after my mom passed away, my dad had to resume all the duties as a father, a mother and the person in control of the house, which used to be my mom's department. About consuming fags, well, the more people tell me to stop, the more i'll have them. I don't know why. Why am i so stubborn? For goodness sake, I want to stop but yea.. It's my sweet escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Current song : As Long As You Love Me - BSB)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SwinB's started class and i'm glad for Ola, she'll be busy and not think too much about the Duo's. She tends to over think stuff and sometimes it's not good for her. Whatever it is, i'll try to be there for her whenever she needs me. Cuz that's what friends do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Current song : How Did I Fall In Love With You - BSB)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sayang bought me a present that makes me happy all around the clock! A Sony Ericsson Limited Edition Phone, Z555i. I love it so damn much! I love him till death do us part. He's the best i can ever have. He's not the jealous type, which makes my life easier, and very very understanding. We've been together for 17 months! It's a record for the both of us. With him i wanna spend the rest of my life. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(wow, emo much? so mushy2)&lt;/span&gt; But yea, I can never ask for a better guy than him! How did i fall in love with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Current Song : With Me - Sum41)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classes are doing good. I don't intend to skip or flunk any units this semester, hopefully i can get my grades up high! Good luck to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-4141117286936410197?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/4141117286936410197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/4141117286936410197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/03/voulez-vous-coucher-avec-moi-ce-soir.html' title='Voulez vous coucher avec moi? ce soir?'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-4227534024608946665</id><published>2009-02-22T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:54:28.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curtin'/><title type='text'>Can't read mind, can't read mind, no you can't read a mind, poker face?</title><content type='html'>I tried to blog for the past few days, i tend to not finish it, hopefully this time at least i can post one up. I had a lot happening the past week. Having my sister inMiri, Baby Love and the others back in Miri, Taking a whole bunch of pictures. I hung out a lot with Sedut and Syabil before, so i wanted repay them by asking them out to dinner, instead of them bringing me out, i took them out with my car. So yea..Dinesh is back and i'm always happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister came to Miri last Weds, and i brought her bowling with Van, Baby Love and Dinesh. It was a kick start for her. It didn't take her long to be close to Van and i was kinda surprised but i'm relieved too. At least she can escape all the volcano blast drama in Kuching. She stayed with me and Van at the apartment. For the next few days, I brought her to meet up with Dinesh again, Bel, Joe, Gala, Sedut, Pian, Abg Mat and Kak Anna, but she didn't have the chance to meet abby. Oh well, maybe next time. We went to muara for lalapan, went to CTR for lunch, went to a whole bunch of places. We took a lot of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were planning to go to the beach on Saturday morning, suddenly my dad called that night telling me about a very bad incident back home. Mygrandma was hospitalized. Thought that was it. I prayed so hard for her to be okay and suddenly that night also, she left us. I was devastated, lucky the boys understood and accompanied me the whole night.Dinesh, Sedut, Pian, Baby Love, Van and Adek . Thanks for all the support. Ola was figuratively with me that night. She was only a phone call away if i needed her. I got a emergency flight ticket back home the next morning and was there for the funeral. I wish Ola was there, Hanum and my sisters, wish there were with me that time. I got through it with a brave heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started class yesterday and the classrooms are confusing. EVERY NEW SEMESTER I TEND TO GO IN THE WRONG CLASSROOM!!! And for sure i'll bum into Jenny! wtf? All the time. hahaha.. Oh well, the class was canceled on Monday. Long way to go. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pictures of everything and will post it up soon. The internet is not stable right now. -_o...&lt;br /&gt;Update soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-4227534024608946665?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/4227534024608946665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=4227534024608946665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/4227534024608946665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/4227534024608946665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/02/cant-read-mind-cant-read-mind-no-you.html' title='Can&apos;t read mind, can&apos;t read mind, no you can&apos;t read a mind, poker face?'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-1002586493582867374</id><published>2009-02-13T17:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:20:22.264+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curtin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>13 - 15 February 2009</title><content type='html'>I've been off blogger for quite some time. Now, exams are over, and i finally moved to my new place. And OMG! it's big! Bigger than the old place and sort of like Curtin Village but better, WAY WAY BETTER! It has better furniture, bigger space, and Karibi was literally nagging about not having a new block for boys. Hopefully they will build another block for boys. I love my living room. The sofa is very comfortable and it's all new! The TV is better than the old place, the shower is better, well, basically everything is BETTER! Loving my new room!&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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SZjQCqTD4II/AAAAAAAAAVA/OemYlxHcNJ0/s1600-h/090212_143606.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SZjQCqTD4II/AAAAAAAAAVA/OemYlxHcNJ0/s320/090212_143606.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303217305361309826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My living room!!!&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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SZjQXmEYBCI/AAAAAAAAAVI/T9iQFPqstUk/s1600-h/090212_143626.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SZjQXmEYBCI/AAAAAAAAAVI/T9iQFPqstUk/s320/090212_143626.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303217665003226146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen and dining area!&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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SZjRFeQEiJI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/YVthvdUYQro/s1600-h/090212_162513.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SZjRFeQEiJI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/YVthvdUYQro/s320/090212_162513.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303218453178779794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karibi and Gala who came over to eat cheese cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly Safiq, Aju, Sedut and Hafis helped me to move my stuff and i love them for that! Thanks a lot guys. They were bringing stuff up to my new place and it was so full. took me 2 days to rearrange everything back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the memories in the old room will always be cherished. I love those people who were in my life before even if they hate me now or diss me as their friend. That's their problem. All i know is that my memories are what will be in my heart. All those long night talks and giggling, those sleepovers, those outing of 4. The red car. Oh well, that's my past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future awaits with more of Van, more of &lt;a href="http://accyee.blogspot.com"&gt;Abby&lt;/a&gt; and more of &lt;a href="http://kittenroars.blogspot.com"&gt;Ola&lt;/a&gt; in my life! More of those crazy boys that i love so much. They MAY turn me into who i am but i love who i am. My friends, who knows me well, will understand me and won't judge me. We take care of each other, LITERALLY! I love sedut! Cuz he takes such a good care of me. Not to forget Syabil. My 2 brothers! This is the time that i make new friends as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th - I was waiting for Wan to come back and was bugging Chris and Karibi at the rugby field. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and ejam was there)&lt;/span&gt; They arrived a few hours late than expected. And Wan said he will be arriving in 20 minutes, but he asked me to go out. SEE SEE, he was already down there. WTF!!! Surprised man! Seriously. Love that about him! Dinesh was there and so was Van, with a plastic full of kebabs! YEAY! We had kebabs for dinner and then we went out to Soho for supper. THE THING WAS THAT, we went to Pizza Hut andd they were almost closing, Siamese had a stupid only couple menu, so in the end, we ate at Soho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th - DINESH's birthday. We got drinks for him and yea, he was pretty wasted. Man U match was on last night too. Went out with a bunch of guys and Baby Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(pictures will be posted up soon of those few days.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-1002586493582867374?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/1002586493582867374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=1002586493582867374&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/1002586493582867374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/1002586493582867374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/02/13-15-february-2009.html' title='13 - 15 February 2009'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SZjQCqTD4II/AAAAAAAAAVA/OemYlxHcNJ0/s72-c/090212_143606.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-1664766963670003073</id><published>2009-02-07T00:15:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T01:27:18.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curtin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Message'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to you, You were born in the zoo..</title><content type='html'>It's the twentieth birthday of Mr Jega's son and he is out drinking with Daniel. I called to wish him just now and i told him his birthday present will come as soon as he arrives in Miri. He's one of the guys i like hanging around with and will always make me laugh when i'm down. Him and Hoe, 2 weird but perfect combination. So this post will be a tribute to Dogg.. pictures of him from the first time i knew Dinesh Jegarajan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYxnS6E3EWI/AAAAAAAAATg/07TgVWPOeoI/s1600-h/13032008320.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYxnS6E3EWI/AAAAAAAAATg/07TgVWPOeoI/s320/13032008320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299724436033180002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#1 Dinesh Jega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYxocmo9ZBI/AAAAAAAAATo/TtX_Z5cj-Zs/s1600-h/DSC01295.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYxocmo9ZBI/AAAAAAAAATo/TtX_Z5cj-Zs/s320/DSC01295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299725702126199826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 In thai bar - Feeds, DJ, Van and IDKwho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYxpU8_nBPI/AAAAAAAAATw/crGbDT-Pe1o/s1600-h/DSC00296.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYxpU8_nBPI/AAAAAAAAATw/crGbDT-Pe1o/s320/DSC00296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299726670199457010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 I stumbled over this picture. OMG! When the EFF was this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYxsAgRhaeI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Fhid3WKmeIs/s1600-h/DSC00362.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYxsAgRhaeI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Fhid3WKmeIs/s320/DSC00362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299729617427458530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Feeds and Jegs at Park City "MIJF 2008"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYxtH83XROI/AAAAAAAAAUA/-AB-CUmWYpU/s1600-h/DSC01796.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYxtH83XROI/AAAAAAAAAUA/-AB-CUmWYpU/s320/DSC01796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299730844873082082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 Midnight at starbucks madness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYxtbzHbv2I/AAAAAAAAAUI/kXBVJqK50kI/s1600-h/DSC01806.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYxtbzHbv2I/AAAAAAAAAUI/kXBVJqK50kI/s320/DSC01806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299731185853513570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 Midnight at starbucks madness 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYxvcMp_xMI/AAAAAAAAAUY/tT97P4A_rCw/s1600-h/DSC01810.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYxvcMp_xMI/AAAAAAAAAUY/tT97P4A_rCw/s320/DSC01810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299733391732622530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 Midnight at starbucks madness 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYxw28UNsOI/AAAAAAAAAUg/kvZENHv_uks/s1600-h/DSC01876.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYxw28UNsOI/AAAAAAAAAUg/kvZENHv_uks/s320/DSC01876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299734950714388706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 Farewell last year st SoHo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYxxP4iaHeI/AAAAAAAAAUo/cRPse-lvfOE/s1600-h/DSC01887.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYxxP4iaHeI/AAAAAAAAAUo/cRPse-lvfOE/s320/DSC01887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299735379196911074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 Dinesh with his Ex-Housemates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYxyeBtdGmI/AAAAAAAAAUw/mbjZVyuIDcs/s1600-h/DSC00203.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYxyeBtdGmI/AAAAAAAAAUw/mbjZVyuIDcs/s320/DSC00203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299736721688959586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 Dinesh in his old room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I still have a lot more but i'm just lazy to upload all of them. I've known Dinesh since the second semester i was here. (2007) and he'll be around in more years to come i hope. Anyway, Happy Birthday dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8303985419388291908-1664766963670003073?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/1664766963670003073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=1664766963670003073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/1664766963670003073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/1664766963670003073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-to-you-you-were-born-in.html' title='Happy Birthday to you, You were born in the zoo..'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYxnS6E3EWI/AAAAAAAAATg/07TgVWPOeoI/s72-c/13032008320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-8620085077609351500</id><published>2009-02-05T17:04:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:41:48.145+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>yabedidoo yabedidayyy.. you make me so hot, make me wanna drop.</title><content type='html'>OMG!! OMG!! OMG!! OMG!! OMG!! I finally got my shoes from &lt;a href="http://kittenroars.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ola&lt;/a&gt;! I am so bloody happy right now! OMG!! OMG!! I was eagerly anticipating the arrival of my shoes. I was so excited that i walked in the rain to the AL building just to go get the parcel! And as told, the parcel was indeed wrapped in yellow. You know how parcels are dull colours and mine stand out from the others, and i was like, "that's mine miss" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(pointing to the yellow wrapped parcel)&lt;/span&gt; and she laughed. The front desk women was asking me how i knew and i just smiled. Hahahaha.. Lucky it was not wrapped in striking red. =P Still, Thanks dear! You're the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYqu4ni7BhI/AAAAAAAAASY/A34J79E4mnc/s1600-h/090205_163558.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYqu4ni7BhI/AAAAAAAAASY/A34J79E4mnc/s320/090205_163558.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299240199266174482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Address of sender on one side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYqv-h0bkdI/AAAAAAAAASg/Wc9yNxU5-Ng/s1600-h/090205_163608.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYqv-h0bkdI/AAAAAAAAASg/Wc9yNxU5-Ng/s320/090205_163608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299241400319840722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Address of receipients on another side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYqw2F1MdYI/AAAAAAAAASo/ZLyLS2-c9dc/s1600-h/090205_163929.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYqw2F1MdYI/AAAAAAAAASo/ZLyLS2-c9dc/s320/090205_163929.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299242354879526274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She packed it 3 layers. wtf?? hahaha.. To prevent it from getting wet i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYqxcahgWDI/AAAAAAAAASw/0yvOeSO39V0/s1600-h/090205_164013.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYqxcahgWDI/AAAAAAAAASw/0yvOeSO39V0/s320/090205_164013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299243013269116978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles &amp;amp; Keith. *winks* ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYqyRqy8jDI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ck38CPkxaag/s1600-h/090205_164141.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYqyRqy8jDI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ck38CPkxaag/s320/090205_164141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299243928170302514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cute dark red / Maroon shoes! Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYqyhAo5OqI/AAAAAAAAATA/xWRpdZApfKg/s1600-h/090205_164723.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYqyhAo5OqI/AAAAAAAAATA/xWRpdZApfKg/s320/090205_164723.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299244191731759778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks so right to be on my feet. hahaha.. Love the shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYqyw1GXNOI/AAAAAAAAATI/hDHPkUJfKXM/s1600-h/090201_153814.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYqyw1GXNOI/AAAAAAAAATI/hDHPkUJfKXM/s320/090201_153814.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299244463512040674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And credits to the person who went shopping with me and advice me on the wedges, also lots of gratitude for sending it over! Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, last night i went out to eat with Sedut, Syabil and Hafis at CTR. Right after we went over to Abg Mat's to eat dessert. I brought over my aunt's famous cheese peach pie and we ate like half. Half of it i saved for Baby Love, Gala, Van and Dinesh. I don't think it'll last until school starts so maybe i'll bring back more for others, maybe middle of sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYqzuUi8zYI/AAAAAAAAATQ/zj5SOE2nJCA/s1600-h/090204_221916.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/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYqzuUi8zYI/AAAAAAAAATQ/zj5SOE2nJCA/s320/090204_221916.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299245519925464450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mukhri sitting on Hafis, eating the cheese pie. Yummy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's all for now. Until next time. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I'm gonna be off blogger for a couple of days, exam's soon.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/8303985419388291908-8620085077609351500?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/8620085077609351500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=8620085077609351500&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/8620085077609351500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/8620085077609351500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/02/yabedidoo-yabedidayyy-you-make-me-so.html' title='yabedidoo yabedidayyy.. you make me so hot, make me wanna drop.'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SYqu4ni7BhI/AAAAAAAAASY/A34J79E4mnc/s72-c/090205_163558.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-7422536228963380838</id><published>2009-02-05T13:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:46:28.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>All the boys and all the girls are begging to if you seek amy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh baby baby have you seen amy tonight? Is she in my bathroom, is she smoking up outside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.. It's the song i first heard when i woke up which was at 12 noon? Seriously right! I'm still pretty swamp as well. Still feel like sleeping but i'm glad i didn't. Or else i would've missed the phone call from Curtin front desk. Yeay, my shoes finally arrived! I'm so happy. Thanks girl for doing me the favor! Miss miss you. Anyway, the room that i'm moving to next week was replaced on seccond floor instead of the third. THANK GOODNESS! I'll be sharing the house with Vanessa and &lt;a href="http://accyee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Abby&lt;/a&gt;. I received a phone call this morning about a friend in Kuching. Oh what to do, that's just karma. I can't do much. All i did was listen and not get involve. I have much bigger things to think and worry about, i.e.: ACC (Financial) 250 exam next week. OMG! I miss eating scallop. Like fresh scallop. hahahaha.. I wish i was back home when it comes to food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading online about letters and it just came to my mind to check out love letters written by famous people. I found one by Ludwig van Beethoven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, God! look out  into the beauties of nature and comfort yourself with that which must be -- love  demands everything and that very justly -- that it is with me so far as you are  concerned, and you with me. If we were wholly united you would feel the pain  of it as little as I!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words are very simple but it keeps on hold a very, very deep meaning that you can only translate to your understanding and it might not be what he was referring to. Medieval days, the language used was so meaningful and difficult to understand yet people nowadays have come to love and adore. What if we were to talk in that manner? People will say that we are crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My soul aches with  sorrow, and there can be no rest for you lover; but is there still more in store  for me when, yielding to the profound feelings which overwhelm me, I draw from  your lips, from your heart a love which consumes me with fire? Ah! it was last  night that I fully realized how false an image of you your portrait  gives! You are leaving at noon; I shall see you in three  hours. Until then, mio dolce amor, a thousand kisses; but give me none in  return, for they set my blood on fire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A letter written by the once feared ruler Napolean Bonaparte to Queen Josephine. As evil as he is, he had a heart to be in love with a woman. Nowadays we have many heartless men or in other words, womanizers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From one thing to another. I had no idea what this post was about. Definitely not about love letters in the first place. Countdown to the 14th, 9 days to go. Excited much? Yeay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love me, hate me but can't you see what i see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the boys and the all girls are begging to if you seek amy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh say what you want about amy, oh can't you see what i see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh say what you want about amy, all the boys and all the girls are begging to if you seek amy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love me, hate me but can't you see what i see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All the boys and the all girls are begging to if you seek amy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-7422536228963380838?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/7422536228963380838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=7422536228963380838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/7422536228963380838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/7422536228963380838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-boys-and-all-girls-are-begging-to.html' title='All the boys and all the girls are begging to if you seek amy'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-1579986236216219566</id><published>2009-02-04T14:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:51:49.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curtin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG'/><title type='text'>Just tryna find my way back home.. the old me is dead and gone, dead and gone</title><content type='html'>I just finish one month of cramped up classes and to my disbelief, i only missed one class cuz i was sick. YEEEEHAAA!!! Accomplishment and congrats to myself. Hehehe.. Even the lecturer said congrats for always attending her class cuz before, she hardly see me in her class. Heh.. =P Oh please, like everyone never miss even one class before. Right now i just need to study for my exams next week. CRAP! I haven't even start studying for my Marketing unit. Lots of work to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In class, Malar was always reminding us to complete the evaluate section in Oasis, and i finally did mine after 2 weeks she kept bugging us. She's the best lecturer i've ever had my entire life. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(that's only like 2 years of degree?)&lt;/span&gt; This time i get to communicate with my classmates, which i hardly done for the past few year, i normally only talk to people i know. It's better to make new friends. There's this girl in my class, i like her tops and her bag. Hahaha.. i still have time to observe around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night i just found out about Lady Gaga's Poker Face video. I've been listening to the song quite some time and only now i know there's a video. hahahaha.. And Britney's Circus. I have been away from MTV too much. I miss watching E! channel and there's &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/uberblog/redcarpet/2009_grammys/index.html"&gt;Grammy's&lt;/a&gt; next week on the 9th morning &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Live via satelite telecast on StarWorld, Astro channel 711. Red Carpet on E! 712, times do check it yourself)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/uberblog/redcarpet/2009_oscars/index.html"&gt;Oscar's&lt;/a&gt; will be on the 23rd morning, same channel. For more informations visit &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;E! Online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wish i was home back then but class starts on the 23rd, and i have exams next week. So yea.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded this song last week and came to fall in love with it, Dead and Gone by T.I. featuring J.T.. Been asking friends to listen to it too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I turn my head to the East&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I don't see nobody by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I turn my head to the West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Still nobody in sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So I turn my head to the North&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Swallow that pill that they call pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;That old me is dead and gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But that new me will be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ohhhh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I've been travellin' on this road too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Just tryna find my way back home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And ohhhh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I've been travellin' on this road too long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Just tryna find my way back home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone, dead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for next week when i move to my new room and Baby Love, Dinesh and Van coming back on the 14th! Looking forward to it. And to lil missy in RED, have a great time in KL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&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/8303985419388291908-1579986236216219566?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/1579986236216219566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=1579986236216219566&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/1579986236216219566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/1579986236216219566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-tryna-find-my-way-back-home-old-me.html' title='Just tryna find my way back home.. the old me is dead and gone, dead and gone'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-7519690028647947864</id><published>2009-02-02T11:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:32:36.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG'/><title type='text'>Apple Orchard Banana Cat Dance 8663...</title><content type='html'>Touch down in Miri at 8 am only to find Syabil and Sedut was still in Senadin. WTF??? Hahaha... Need to cut them some slack 'cuz it's only 8 am man. I was waiting for 45 minutes for people to pick me up. So bored and nothing to do, but it's okay. We need to go through situations like that sometimes. For the past few days that i wasn't in Miri, Syabil and Sedut was like short in cash and wasn't eating proper cuz their allowance wasn't in. And this morning as i came back from Kuching, both of them checked the accounts and the money was already in! *haaaaaaaaa*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(the angelic sound effect)&lt;/span&gt; I brought luck to them. Hahahaha... As if, common sense much? It's the beginning of the month for God's sake. Abby is still in Miri currently but i don't know until when. She's suppose to go back today also.. WAIT A MINUTE! She left campus already and i was suppose to see her before she leaves. Oh well, MISS MISS YOU ABBY.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(make sure you comment on this when u read it!)&lt;/span&gt;I brought back doughnuts and now i don't feel like having it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with an old friend when i was back in Kuching &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(my dear, you're not that old. don't worry. ahahahaha)&lt;/span&gt; and we planned to go out and buy a pair of shoes or heels from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charles and Keith &lt;/span&gt;but ended up not buying the heels and bought 3 pairs of tops. WTF??? but i still get my heels cuz she's buying them for me and sending it over via courier hopefully by tomorrow. Babe i love you and you're the best! I was never very close with her before this and now i realized i missed a lot and she's got super sense of fashion! HEY BLAIR WALDORF MUCH??? hahahaha.. Don't kill me. and we had so much to talk about. She even helped me buy Vday present for my baby love. We were amazed of how the flames turn to different colours. Pink and Green? Amazing. hahahhaha... Love shopping with you and you know that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed a lot when i went back. I think? but i'm glad i went back. I start to miss home already. Anyway, about yesterday, I pick her up from her house then we went to eat at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaya n Toast&lt;/span&gt; and we had soooooooooooo much to talk about. Updates much? And fill her in about anything she was left out. We had a few shocked moments and a few "ohhhhhhhhhhhhh" moments as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OMG!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;Most of the times we were browsing through outfits, she was always attracted with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; and she was wearing one at the time. She's got issues with red! hahahaha... We went from one boutique to another, trying out the tops and dresses, taking pictures and when we went through the shoe shops, none of it intrests me cuz i had my heart on the heels at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Charles and Keith&lt;/span&gt;. oh yea.. and one more, she's got some crazy obsessions on Goddess Gladiators. And again, i wish Abby was with us. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go class. Will fill in more when i have more to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-7519690028647947864?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/7519690028647947864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=7519690028647947864&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/7519690028647947864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/7519690028647947864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/02/apple-orange-banana-orchard-8663.html' title='Apple Orchard Banana Cat Dance 8663...'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-6444271760229812701</id><published>2009-01-25T15:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:24:38.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>Oh Greenwich i wish you were nearer</title><content type='html'>Since Thursday night that i went out with Sedut and Andy, my timezone got mixed up real bad again. Seriously bad! OMG i can't believe how my sleeping time got mixed up. Friday i slept at 8 in the morning and woke up at 2 in the afternoon. But Saturday i happen to get my usual 1 am sleep till 11 am in the morning. Just when it's going back to normal, it happen again last night. WTF!?!? I slept at 7 am this morning and now it's 3 pm and i just woke up! Oh how i wish i was at the right time zone so i can feel a little sanity in me! I wish i was at Europe once more. I know it's not like an annual trip or something but i still wish i was going to Europe every year. I miss being in Switzerland the most although it's not as alive as how London or Paris is, but Luzern is a place where you can actually relax and be happy without having drama all the way. It's such a country side and i miss it. The weather is super awesome, cold all the time. I know Ezuan would love that. heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Thank God my Perdisco is 40% done. Another 60% to go. Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8303985419388291908-6444271760229812701?l=mearakaterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/feeds/6444271760229812701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8303985419388291908&amp;postID=6444271760229812701&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/6444271760229812701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8303985419388291908/posts/default/6444271760229812701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mearakaterina.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-greenwich-i-wish-you-were-nearer.html' title='Oh Greenwich i wish you were nearer'/><author><name>M K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08944255563546232378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SymHvlF7aEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3xR_iO9MadI/s1600-R/14669_178099116475_730846475_3044888_3258208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303985419388291908.post-3738318318853690306</id><published>2009-01-22T16:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T17:26:47.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Transformer?</title><content type='html'>People change a lot after a while. Physically and character-wise. It's amazing to see how people change, really. From being super obese to an hourglass figure, eccentric to maximum introvert or vice versa, friendly to most hated.. and a lot more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense to anyone, this post is not to lash out to anyone of anything, it's a post about me and my sister. Don't take it the wrong way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i was showing my pictures to my friends, old pictures when i realize something, my sister was soooooo cute and cuddly before. She's like the best to hug and she giggles a lot and i love her till death do us part. Now that i'm way far from her, i miss her a lot. When i was back home, we were always on each other's throats. Like it or not she is still my sister and i'd give up my life for her. I wouldn't trade her for anything or anyone else in the world. So, here's the picture of my cute sister and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SXg2s1XcBiI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Hc0ZlzEtZFc/s1600-h/DSC00701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SXg2s1XcBiI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Hc0ZlzEtZFc/s320/DSC00701.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294041505841546786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was taken 3 years ago, before i was in Curtin. She's soooooo cute back then and still. I like seeing her run cuz she looks like a penguin when she does, in a cute way. And the weird thing was she loves watching cartoons with penguins in it. Heh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SXg3wDrPLsI/AAAAAAAAARY/tCiiPlFD2dM/s1600-h/Ninie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SXg3wDrPLsI/AAAAAAAAARY/tCiiPlFD2dM/s320/Ninie2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294042660733923010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So cute right? hehehehe.. And now, she doesn't look like this anymore, in a way it bummes me out 'cause i like those chubby cheeks of hers. After a few years, she grew up gracefully to be a girly girl. Sad, i wasn't there to witness it. I had to be in Curtin for studies, so yea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SXg54hhUg-I/AAAAAAAAARg/OHiLbocIaDQ/s1600-h/DSC00071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SXg54hhUg-I/AAAAAAAAARg/OHiLbocIaDQ/s320/DSC00071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294045005207602146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was taken early last year. She transformed! She lost weight, and became more beautiful. Now that she's in primary school, she learned how to make friends, share her things and help around the house. I'm so proud of her. I know someday she'll be successful and be a pretty young lady. By then my dad will have her to worry about instead of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SXg7FIqr6yI/AAAAAAAAARo/BTViRyEO3aU/s1600-h/081205_191300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8xClwCEmoo/SXg7FIqr6yI/AAAAAAAAARo/BTViRyEO3aU/s320/081205_191300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294046321385925410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister, niece and sister in law. They are the pretty ladies. Miss them so much and see the difference between my sister's picture 5 years ago and last year? Gosh i'm just blabbering and oh well... I'm bored, sue me. Now i have nothing more to add. Alright then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio, XOXO&lt;div cla
