<?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-15836101</id><updated>2011-12-28T18:49:29.124+08:00</updated><category term='sad'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='kokorobox'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='bras'/><category term='art'/><category term='ramblings'/><category term='photos'/><category term='festive'/><category term='you'/><category term='travel'/><category term='animation'/><category term='family'/><category term='class'/><category term='emo'/><category term='camwhore'/><category term='clubbing'/><category term='work'/><category term='blogs'/><category term='friends'/><category term='car'/><category term='office'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='personal'/><category term='random'/><category term='jap'/><category term='gym'/><category term='nbtd'/><category term='humour'/><category term='rants'/><category term='videos'/><category term='accident'/><category term='emp'/><category term='jay chou'/><category term='movie'/><category term='tags'/><category term='late nights'/><category term='food'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='house'/><category term='joke'/><category term='outings'/><category term='celebrations'/><category term='gatherings'/><category term='PMS'/><category term='fat'/><category term='random.outings'/><title type='text'>got bulat// full of lapsap</title><subtitle type='html'>It aint life you aint happy. But it aint life either if you aint sad.angry.dreamy.funny.cheeky.notty.
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LOL. after all we ARE humans with emotions^^</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1043</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-6364181472743262169</id><published>2011-12-28T18:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T18:49:29.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello 2012!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ma5rGEdyotE/Tvr0NyMWZGI/AAAAAAAADeY/w3ZiC9_tA78/s640/blogger-image-1349955247.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ma5rGEdyotE/Tvr0NyMWZGI/AAAAAAAADeY/w3ZiC9_tA78/s640/blogger-image-1349955247.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-6364181472743262169?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/6364181472743262169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=6364181472743262169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/6364181472743262169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/6364181472743262169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2011/12/hello-2012.html' title='hello 2012!!'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ma5rGEdyotE/Tvr0NyMWZGI/AAAAAAAADeY/w3ZiC9_tA78/s72-c/blogger-image-1349955247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-364978922967599490</id><published>2011-12-07T02:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T02:04:05.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It will all come back one day</title><content type='html'>Step 1. Facial wash&lt;br /&gt;Step 2. Some pre-moisturizer&lt;br /&gt;Step 3. Toner&lt;br /&gt;Step 4. Pore serum&lt;br /&gt;Step 5. Eye cream &lt;br /&gt;Step 6. Moisturizer &lt;br /&gt;Step 7. Pimple cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sundays&lt;br /&gt;Step 1.5. Scrub&lt;br /&gt;Step 3.5. Mask &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that one day, a tomboy like me. One who wore baggy shirts with the brand 'alien workshop' splashed across in the biggest font and logo available and pants that should never see the light, would actually religiously do all of the 7 steps above, twice a day like it was natural. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who knew me could easily testify that I was definitely a tomboy. I never owned any skirt till I was in college where my friends bought me one as my birthday present and that remained as my only skirt throughout college. I only wore skirts when I had absolutely no choice and even so, wearing them was like a death sentence to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny enough, when I was young, I was always dressed in laces, frills and mainly; in pink. All shades of pink. I can tell you from the bottom of my heart, I loved my pink frilly lace dresses with my matching pink shoes and white frilly socks (I think these socks were famous back then, not sure what kids are wearing nowadays hahah) Heck, I recalled being super upset when my kaima bought a dress for me but I was too fat to fit it (sigh!) but I diedie also say can fit till my mom forced it out of me and gave it to someone who .... has less fats, bluntly saying -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved being a girl. Although it has been Godzilla years, I still do remember taking moms lipsticks and trying each and every one she had. Mom also loved reminding me how I would do more than that, which is to actually colour my face with whatever I could take from her makeup kit and walk around the house with her high heels. She also says one day she will have a chat with me on how much make up I owe her and I can pay her back by installment plan-_- she says I ruined her lipsticks the most. I always seem not twist it back before covering it. Sigh* stupid since young watheblueberrycake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's funny. Being such a girly girl, I did a 180 degree change as I was growing up. Now after so many years, I am slowly becoming whom i was when&lt;br /&gt;I was a young girl. I can't say I own any pink, frilled ones but I can safely say I love my dresses. No heels yet. But I'm sure that will come some day, naturally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lil girl who always played dress up with moms clothes in moms room is not lost after all, she has always been inside me, hidden all these while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-364978922967599490?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/364978922967599490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=364978922967599490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/364978922967599490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/364978922967599490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2011/12/it-will-all-come-back-one-day.html' title='It will all come back one day'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-6028429368369583838</id><published>2011-11-28T01:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T01:33:34.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>300 minutes</title><content type='html'>after much thinking, I decided to after all, sacrifice 20 happy meals in exchange for a day of squinting and finger pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only that, I think my Chinese leveled up by 10 folds *laughs* it has never crossed my mind how how useful Chinese can be, being in an environment where almost everyone is a banana. now I am thankful for every bit of Chinese I have absorbed throughout my kampung life with my grandparents .... and karaoke sessions *laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it felt different mixing with people that are different from the norm I'm with. Haha I can't really explain the feeling .. But in a way it felt kinda relaxing albeit worried haha it's to a point I think I don't mind spending another 20 happy meals for an afternoon with them / different people again:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, oh hai bunny.&lt;br /&gt;keke*&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-HT5fF1W23Pw/TtJ0bPfx3pI/AAAAAAAADeQ/4N7RnJ5serc/s640/blogger-image--1047886699.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-HT5fF1W23Pw/TtJ0bPfx3pI/AAAAAAAADeQ/4N7RnJ5serc/s640/blogger-image--1047886699.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-6028429368369583838?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/6028429368369583838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=6028429368369583838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/6028429368369583838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/6028429368369583838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2011/11/300-minutes.html' title='300 minutes'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-HT5fF1W23Pw/TtJ0bPfx3pI/AAAAAAAADeQ/4N7RnJ5serc/s72-c/blogger-image--1047886699.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-7732152534499341496</id><published>2011-11-23T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T17:16:16.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why I love my dad</title><content type='html'>"eh, call the auditor's company ask for Sally, see if she has sent the document already."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sally ah. Confirm Sally is her name ah? Okay."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ringring*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hello, this is bulat calling from xxx sdn.bhd. May I speak to Sally please?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hmm..there is no Sally here. Do you mean Shirley or Kelly?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....paaaaaaaaa......meeeeeehhhhhhhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-7732152534499341496?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/7732152534499341496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=7732152534499341496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/7732152534499341496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/7732152534499341496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2011/11/why-i-love-my-dad.html' title='why I love my dad'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-7939631215976841773</id><published>2011-11-20T02:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T02:26:04.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday came super early</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/3095/85820395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jynn was being a good samaritan by guiding ms.57 the directions to come to the cafe. but the rest of us just took advantage of it &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a bad start in regards to this meet up 3 days back. i am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;veryveryvery&lt;/span&gt; glad and relieved that everything turned out super well and everyone was enjoying the moment:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i laughed so loud and hard, my jaws were aching, my tummy was dying and worse of all, my pee was gonna come out-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"omg. i can't remember the last time i laughed like this!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"omg. bulat! that was just last week when we were at cameron!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yahor. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*paiseh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;laughs*&lt;/span&gt; age is definitely catching up with me and the day is not even here yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thick skin-ly though, i unwrapped both presents already on the spot:P&lt;br /&gt;not surprisingly both were books. last year, i received books from them &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and others) &lt;/span&gt;as well. ironically people love to buy books for me. i don't mind as i reallyreally love books but sometimes, i wish to see something else under the wrapping instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though, i shall not say that out loud. cause the last time i said&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "no books please!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had all sort of random things from everyone and i almost had to stab myself.&lt;br /&gt;so yea, be careful for what you wish for :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-7939631215976841773?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/7939631215976841773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=7939631215976841773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/7939631215976841773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/7939631215976841773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2011/11/birthday-came-super-early.html' title='birthday came super early'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-8128796263646336626</id><published>2011-11-19T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T02:02:16.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello there sunburn!</title><content type='html'>after 2 and 1/2 days of the photoshoot, i am happy to announce that...i am aliveeeee T_T  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*throws chocolates all around*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although in cameron it was a full 48 hours on the go for the shoot, it wasn't as tiring as the extra half a day shooting back down here at bkt. jalil park. omg. heat can really kill people esp me-_- the amount of sunblock i slapped on myself could no good at all. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(either the sun was a vicious one or the sunblock can masuk tong sampah edy-_-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment i took off my shirt in the bathroom, there it was in full glory-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWO TONE BODY COLOUR. T SHIRT SHAPE IN WHITE! ROAR!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahlao-eh!!! i din't even get this burnt in Koh Samui nor Langkawi! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*argh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the biggest present that we gave to the soon-to-be's isn't the photoshoot with all our sweat and sleep loss, it's our sunburn-_- hahahaha &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i will KILL the next person who said that i have turned BLACK, hello! go check your colour pencils can?! or fine, just look at your smartphones since 90% of them are originally black in colour anyway)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside, every moment was worth it. it has been a longlong time since the sakais have spent time together like this. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(other then the yearly birthday meet ups)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; plus it was consecutively for many days for pre-photoshoot meetings, prop huntings and for the photoshoot itself. i am also thankful that my ah pek did not make noise considering i have only been meeting him once a week and that pakto session usually doesn't exceed 3 hours. hahah :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the topic during our pakto? me going on and on and on bout the photoshoot &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forcing him to view the effing small photos on my dinosaur age camera :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i took a grand total of 500+ photos during this whole time &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(see what kind kooli *slave* i am? hahaha obviously one that din't help much...ermm...shh :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone said &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"bulat! no photos up arh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whathequackquackquack??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"if you upload now, no surprise edy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- means.....my 500 photos...are gonna be like my panties. not for show-_- mehhhh mehhhh mehhhhh. seriously beh tong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next thing i knew, they were raping my dinosaur camera, critiquing my photos, asking me to change my dinosaur camera, update my skills/angling and forcing me to delete any photos that they don't look nice in-_- my sakais!!!! you all say cannot put up, then what's the point you all ber-kan cheong like this?! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*ROAR*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it boiled down to &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"any photo that showed any hint of the theme, can't be put up!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's like 99.999% of the many photos i have taken..gao meng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know, logically speaking, my previous post was quite obvious leh. plus friends who read this blog already know the theme &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(no thnks to my big mouth *laughs*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the sakais do not read my blog! so no harm right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause they are scary like that  O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img845.imageshack.us/img845/7132/34054793.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*left to right*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet le'sexy art director &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;(we had 4! so to say :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boob queen who was in charged mainly for make-up cause her biggest fear is balloons and they were floating all over, every single moment. i am so proud of her for surviving this!:)&lt;br /&gt;photographer's half. her name is ....cat. wait till i intro the photographer's name hahah she's super petite and cute. you will never be able to guess her age. we all felt like GIANTS standing next to her. too much wei!&lt;br /&gt;lastly, the bulat who was in charged of any lapsap thing that you can possibly think of&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (carry stuff, bring stuff, wipe couple's sweat, become dayang-dayang to fan the couple, laugh at on going lame jokes....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. preferably not handling anything fragile...and most of the time she's taking useless shots. so basically i was a very bad kooli hahahah :P &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*ops*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img718.imageshack.us/img718/318/39309816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the proof of malaysian weather. not like i need to prove my point on regards of our weather anyway-_- we started at 7am, finished at around 1pm. by lunch time, i was zoning out completely. like i was on another planet with a different name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms.knocknock, am not here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, my job was to pick up those tissues lying on the floor..haha-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img52.imageshack.us/img52/6868/wangr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hai! this is wang. he is the photographer. he is an art director in boob queen's co. i took many photos of his butt! :D and we are all super blessed to have him because our original photographer couldn't make it at the veryvery last minute. wang is like....i don't know. some kind of new species superhero! he climbs, he jumps, he crawls, he does anything and everything to get the perfect angle and shoot. i am seriously awed by his passion and energy. his shirt starts out white, by the end of the day, it looks like he fell into a dung hole-_-!! the rest of us who din't do much to begin with &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(comparatively to him larh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was looking more dead then he was. how can?! he's much older summore! as old as my ah pek! but my ah pek definitely acts like a dinosaur compare to wang HAHAHAHAHA :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...wang's other half's name is cat right?&lt;br /&gt;his name pulak is wang....&lt;br /&gt;wangwangwang....:D&lt;br /&gt;dog punya sound leh LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img341.imageshack.us/img341/7457/carxz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this suits them perfectly. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*laughed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so cuteee&lt;/span&gt;. beh tahannnn.&lt;br /&gt;they are really really nice people.&lt;br /&gt;i remember my friend once said&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "everyone you meet in life is fate. even if it's just someone you pass by while walking in 1U. each and every one of them definitely has some kind of connection with you in your past life. depending on how strong it is only."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wang i first met him when i was waiting for boob queen to finish her meeting at her office. since it's an advertising agency and it was the weekend. i was sitting there seeing how they do things, churn ideas and basically get to see how her company people bully one another. wang was coincidentally one of them at the meeting. it was funny to see them bully him, plucking his hairy leg hair and the girls forcing him to pluck their armpit hair-_- &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(people who wanna go insane, pls go into advertising. sure stay young laughs*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never would i ever imagine, 2 weeks later i would be seeing him again and spending time together like this with the sakai group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img528.imageshack.us/img528/2821/mao2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cat who was taking picture of the prop..in child pose-_-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, the sakais won't be so nice to say&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "look! it's child pose!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead they said&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "oh look! MAGGOT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kill me please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-8128796263646336626?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/8128796263646336626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=8128796263646336626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/8128796263646336626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/8128796263646336626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2011/11/hello-there-sunburn.html' title='Hello there sunburn!'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-1077626383460298307</id><published>2011-11-09T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T19:08:58.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*stickies*</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;will be going up cameron this weekend for a friend's pre-wedding photoshoot:) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*all smiles:):)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i am soooo looking fwd to it that no words in the dictionary can fit the exact current state of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"kan-cheongness"&lt;/span&gt; i am in. like happy, but worried, but really excited yet lost....you get my drift with my small adjectives:) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*laughs* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i know for one we will definitely be all 100% "work" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i guess it can be called work, we are all gonna be slaves to the photoshoot yo! hint : BALOONS! helium tank going up with us! :D wheeeeee-ness!*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 0% sleep and maybe 99.99% stress &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(harhar) &lt;/span&gt;bt hopefully gazillion moments of fun in between !&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (may fun be able to squeeze in at anytime!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :P anyway. i shall brainwash myself at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;however, whatever that is gonna happen. few years &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(maybe even months) &lt;/span&gt;down the road, every single thing that we are going through now, good and bad are gonna be good memories in the long run!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(providing no one gets killed...but i believe in my sakai group friendship!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i have been feeling quite blah lately cause ....once again, it hits me that i am always not sensitive enough as a friend. emotionally and physically. it really comes to a point where it's as if all i have been doing is nothing but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;wrongwrongwrong&lt;/span&gt;. but i learnt though, that everyone is different and i can't put all of them into the same pot &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(different ppl prefers different pots? at different ...environment? metaphorically speaking..if you get my drift)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so i just gotta be more tactful in handling friendships esp when they are hard to come by at this age &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i think...hmm...i mean they will only get less esp after marriages and babies come right? and i am at the prime of that!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;note to self : person a &amp;amp; b can say "nevermind" for the same thing but doesn't mean that both of them REALLY mean it, depending on situation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i have decided to shop less &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(ya allah- by now everyone should know i am a shopaholic, i i have all the money in the world. my most fav thing to do is actually...buying stuffs for people. i'm dead serious.)&lt;/span&gt; i always see things that i know, i just know my friends would LOVE TO HAVE IT. but the price tag is like !@#@$@$#$%#@#@$$, then you can see my ah pek asking me &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"so....you wanna sell your pepet to me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:D whatheeffinglatjiupanmee. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(it's just our joke whenever i say i wan money....haha please don't judge my ah pek from that sentence)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; oh and the reason to shop less is......&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*i wanna fund my brother's flight tix for his USA trip*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i am dead serious on this. i have.....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*counts*&lt;/span&gt; 4 months to save. i don't know how is that gonna happen but if i don't touch my angpao money, i can actually see it happening. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(gonna lock up my angpaos once they reach my hands during CNY wtbbqmossburger)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;....i have exams next wed. i have tons of work to do tmr and friday. photoshoot at cameron is the weekends....that leaves me.......minus sleeping time, lazy time, work time, makan time, MSN&amp;amp;Gchat time, phone talks with prawn babe.....i have ...logically maybe 3 hours to study?! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...........slice my wrist with plastic McD butter knife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;on a side note, i already have my 1st birthday present! O_O it's a el cheapo present but wtfishsaucecakes. i am happy:) and i really wanna join this thing that is effffinnnnggg expensive but i just feel like it &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(my God, impulse lorh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but currently i can't cause my schedule is full on that very same day-_- so....&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*prays hard*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; actually i have super mix feelings cause if i can make it, i will be happy but poorer. if i can't make it, i will be sad but richer! -_- &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*buries face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;so much for sticky notes-_-&lt;br /&gt;people use post it notes just got one or 2 lines.&lt;br /&gt;i have like.....the whole monitor will be filled with yellow post its! and i won't be even done. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAIL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-1077626383460298307?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/1077626383460298307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=1077626383460298307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/1077626383460298307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/1077626383460298307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2011/11/stickies.html' title='*stickies*'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-893664663105039877</id><published>2011-09-19T17:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T12:09:46.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chipsmore time! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVr9oit_6CY/TngOeQYjKzI/AAAAAAAADeA/Y531MZkxDd8/s400/_moviestubs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654285245120457522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i did this since &lt;a href="http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2007/08/movie-reviewsagain.html"&gt;year 2007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel free to stalk &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i will be very happy if there is actually people out there who appreciates Japanese Film Festival cause no one around me i know does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every year i usually catch the film fest alone. last year and this year i had a botak guinea pig with me. heh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i really don't mind catching movies alone.&lt;br /&gt;yes. i mind actually forcing people to watch things that they don't wanna watch in the first place. and yes, i have a phobia ever since a friend said because of me, everyone has to watch stupid, nonsensical shows that usually 'normal' people wouldn't bother to catch. when in the first place i usually just give suggestions when no one can come up with an actual answer of what to watch &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*phobiaphobia*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, all's good. tmr will be the last movie. caught 9 out of 10 movies. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hohoho*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have good useless skills, i should say. hahaha i can't do time management for nuts but i manage to squeeze as many shows as i can into my horrible no time management schedule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*beams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note....&lt;br /&gt;i have been bumping into my jap centre's teachers and staff members after movies T_T&lt;br /&gt;means..&lt;br /&gt;means...&lt;br /&gt;if i wanna ponteng class this wedesday, i can't! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ceh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;can hear my stomach's "whistle" halfway during the show T_T&lt;br /&gt;kns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-893664663105039877?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/893664663105039877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=893664663105039877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/893664663105039877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/893664663105039877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2011/09/chipsmore-time-d.html' title='chipsmore time! :D'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVr9oit_6CY/TngOeQYjKzI/AAAAAAAADeA/Y531MZkxDd8/s72-c/_moviestubs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-3494631492301885148</id><published>2011-03-09T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T15:52:32.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drowning...</title><content type='html'>I used to enjoy my Japanese classes.&lt;br /&gt;a lot.&lt;br /&gt;now with every new word that comes, with every extra stroke the kanji  has, with every change of the colour pen to catch up with new grammar  terms and phrases...&lt;br /&gt;i feel suffocated, lost, confused and utmost disappointed at myself that the thing that i used to love and look forward to every week has come down to something that i am avoiding as much as i can and praying hard to survive it with each class.&lt;br /&gt;weirdly, with each hurdle i did not strive to climb higher, faster. instead, i decided to slow down, take some breaks, sip some tea and all these are the mini actions that are sucking the language dry.&lt;br /&gt;slowly but surely.&lt;br /&gt;with language you can take a few breathes, but you have to resume fast after that. you can't take a few breathes then lead to a short sit that leads to flopping on your bed.&lt;br /&gt;doesn't work that way. it's really hard, hard work esp. for people like me who's brains have already went to heaven and decided not to come home to mama.&lt;br /&gt;i am a confused perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;i would want everything to go the way i would want it to be and yet when it doesn't, i just let go instead of perfecting it and due to this fear of wanting perfection, i choose not to do it at all so that i wouldn't be let down.&lt;br /&gt;it's a crazy battle that goes on inside of me for most things and it's not funny nor amusing in any single way. in fact, its' downright draining for my soul.&lt;br /&gt;sucks me dry.&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes feel like crying to my pathetic self.&lt;br /&gt;it also comes to a point i don't know why am i torturing myself this way. no one asked me to pushed myself for this language. i can stop anytime. i can quit anytime. it's just as easy as letting go. i should be used to it. since i am always afraid of losing, thus quitting is the option. am i not right?&lt;br /&gt;and then out of the blue, you meet one who enjoys japanese so much...so much that it makes you baffled. haha&lt;br /&gt;so much that you can't help but feel envious.&lt;br /&gt;and amidst of me drowning in this pool of ...of this language, he comes and pick me up. holds me and is trying to show me, share with me the same light he sees.&lt;br /&gt;and you can't help thinking maybe with that small lil push, small daily steps, you will prolly find back what was once enjoyable and the reason of why did i even pick up this language to begin with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-3494631492301885148?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/3494631492301885148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=3494631492301885148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/3494631492301885148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/3494631492301885148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2011/03/drowning.html' title='drowning...'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-16193162839961704</id><published>2010-04-16T10:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T10:33:43.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>gimme my hotcakes!!!</title><content type='html'>imagine waking up from a dream of luscious hotcakes, butter oozing honey glazing while steam coming out from it.&lt;br /&gt;feeling happy that McDonalds is barely a 5 minutes drive away, without even brushing my teeth &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(gurgledlar with listerine)&lt;/span&gt; hopped onto the car and sped off leaving my mom to yell at me cause i was supposed to do laundry first but hey! breakfast is important for fuel right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to hum on the way there&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(although the radio was playing a stupid song, knife cuts like a knife? )&lt;/span&gt;, did not care if the car in front STOPPED at the green light&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(cant say the same fr the car in front of me)&lt;/span&gt; happier to see there wasn't any queue. just to hear these words coming out from the black box voice machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"sorry we have no hotcakes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....straightaway i said in a loud voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"what do you mean there is no hotcakes?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i scared the lady behind cause straightaway a man replied me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"sorry sir, ...ma'am. the supplier is out of stock. that's why"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my mind all kinds of &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"ARGH, what is this shit??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; running through my head. esp the fact that you just need very basic ingredients to make hotcakes like flour, eggs and what nots. i am surprised that you can be OUT OF STOCK AT SUPPLIERS for hotcakes considering that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus cause i did not wanna waste my time all the way there i ordered egg McMuffin which ironically it's one of the main reasons why i wanted something sweet instead of savory &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(cause for 2 weeks straight i have been eating eggs, ham and cheese at home due to my family's new diet) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so i drove all the way to McD just to eat what i have been eating for 2 weeks straight just that with bread. ARGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this suuuuuuuuucks-_-!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt so bad for showing my beh song face with my beh song voice to the employees when obviously it's not their fault but i can't help it!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; argh!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i want my hotcakes!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gonna make my own for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLEAH!-_-!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't worry McDonald's is still my favourite. beh song the supplier!!-_-!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-445688659256172966</id><published>2010-03-24T23:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T12:40:19.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boob queen's day</title><content type='html'>today i sat like a mannequin at Chic Nail Spa at BVII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a talking mannequin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img62.imageshack.us/img62/1236/nailspa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yapyapyap-ing away. non-stop with the "Queen" indulging in her birthday treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which i did not expect her to use so fast and you know you took a long time to make a decision buying the "packages" that day when the manicurist say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"yes, i remember. your friend came to buy the packages."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*points at me* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"and your name is bulat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........she remembered! omg.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; *clapclap* *show shiny eyes* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;amazing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only can thank the nice manicurist and pedicurist who were doing her nails for being patient. listening to us yap non stop while they pamper her..non stop for 90 minutes. din't know it can take that long for "pan lengleng".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guys probably don't even notice that they shine more then usual after the girl sitting and paying for it hahahahah really should appreciate girls who go through this just to look nice. to me takes hell a lot of patience and what nots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonderful place and affordable prices aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wonder how much stories the manicurist/pedicurist listens to..i mean like just now we were talking and talking. about everything and everyone. gossips that is repeated on and on again without us getting sick of it. new updated gossip that comes once in a while when suddenly it just comes, "pop" out of nowhere while halfway talking. or just plain ol' reminiscing the past &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(why do girls like doing this. aih* feels like a grandmama)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for the manicurist/pedicurist everything we say is new. everything we say can be either boring or tad fascinating. everything shows a lil side of everything(or anything) bout us and they might or might not understand us a lil better suddenly. they might or might not judge us based on how we put our views on things or how we address the subjects to a certain point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels scary yet nothing....hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mieh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean...strangers are just once off. but the people whom knows you, ah! a whole different story. *laughs* people are veryvery fun and interesting but also scary T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh talking bout it...hmm* i hope the manicurist and pedicurist doesnt' know any one of the people we were "gossiping" about. *laughs* if not...huhuhu. dielar :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img831.imageshack.us/img831/8844/makanc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing is complete...without dessert~&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loves*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-6392628276884295612</id><published>2010-03-20T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T01:25:11.285+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>a pile of emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img528.imageshack.us/img528/7528/49606274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the first time i stepped into a nail parlour. i felt like i was in a different world. although wearing my usual shorts and a black skull printed all over long top (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know, it's so wrong&lt;/span&gt;) i felt girl. i felt as if i was wearing pink with lace and frills. bows and pearls and feathers together. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(although the whole combo feels wrong too if really worn laughs*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never bothered with anything such as these because i was molded from an environment that slapped me to my face that no matter what i did. i would never be pretty. never be up to par. so why bother? but the place took me by a 180 degree turn. i was ready to fork out money so i can feel how does it feel being pampered. it's scary really. i guess underneath all the "guy" i am on the outside i really can't run away from the fact that i'm a girl on the inside ...sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well-_- not going back to that place until i earn that kind of cash! although i think for such long services (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;up to 90 minutes!&lt;/span&gt;) i think the price was alright. i was actually pitying the mani/pedi-curist? can't imagine pampering someone's feet for 90 minutes. maybe i should find a guinea pig to see how it feels. one that doesn't mind that once i get bored, i tickle or pinch the soles hahahaha :D lotion fight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img91.imageshack.us/img91/8643/90019844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;わたしの だいすきな アイスクリーム !!!&lt;br /&gt;i have been controlling my sugar intake lately and it has been&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; *one word*&lt;/span&gt; sad....so it's true. sugar makes you happier. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*buries face into pillow*&lt;/span&gt; the never ending vicious cycle of eating sugar = being happy and being fat = being sad. ahh..girls-_-!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*buries face into pillow again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img443.imageshack.us/img443/6353/26670672.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn fail. hahahaha :D super fail.&lt;br /&gt;とにかく, ほんとうにありがとう.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-6392628276884295612?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/6392628276884295612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=6392628276884295612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/6392628276884295612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/6392628276884295612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2010/03/pile-of-emotions.html' title='a pile of emotions'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-8464044957643491208</id><published>2010-03-18T02:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T02:39:54.809+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>sticky note..again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img200.imageshack.us/img200/1830/tumblrkyztrhrsu81qa7ij1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not difficult...but not easy either :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been having trouble sleeping lately..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;.sigh*&lt;/span&gt; shouldn't have dug out some old news from my drawer. has been bugging me at the back of my head sometimes. whispering unconciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone wanna sing lullaby for me? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-8464044957643491208?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/8464044957643491208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=8464044957643491208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/8464044957643491208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/8464044957643491208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2010/03/sticky-noteagain.html' title='sticky note..again.'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-2990876567548095138</id><published>2010-03-17T01:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T18:44:39.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>those were the days</title><content type='html'>sitting at the futsal bleachers brings back memories.&lt;br /&gt;the last time i sat at the bleachers accompanying my girlfriends while they watch their boyfriends play was 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;never thought i would suddenly do it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V9O6KxIgdi4/TnhuTuhcydI/AAAAAAAADeI/Ql4iq7rgFIg/s1600/_footie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V9O6KxIgdi4/TnhuTuhcydI/AAAAAAAADeI/Ql4iq7rgFIg/s400/_footie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654390617348557266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminds me i don't know why the guys like to ask me keep/take care of their stuffs while they play-_-&lt;br /&gt;be it their wallet, keys, phone, accessories, water bottle...anything.&lt;br /&gt;the amazing part is all of them allow/don't mind me going through the contents in their wallet O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is how i manage to dig out a love letter that was written by one of the guys to my long time close girlfriend....laughs* me accidentally seeing it wasn't the problem. the problem was the recipient aka my girlfriend was sitting next to me reading the letter together until we reached the end of it, written in neat handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, sitting at bleachers reminded me of my fear too&lt;br /&gt;the ball.&lt;br /&gt;somehow the ball..usually football somehow has a way to accidentally come to me and many times almost resolve in accidents.&lt;br /&gt;T_T dowannnnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V9O6KxIgdi4/TnhuTuhcydI/AAAAAAAADeI/Ql4iq7rgFIg/s72-c/_footie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-2777102707805162959</id><published>2010-03-14T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T01:10:41.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>big wave</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*crash*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*crashhhhhhh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's here again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*crasssssshhhhhhhh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;arghhhhhh!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. alright. i lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you should slap me harder in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will prolly feel better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-2991812766029872386</id><published>2010-03-12T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T02:29:36.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gatherings'/><title type='text'>a girl's night out</title><content type='html'>consists of non stop laughing and talking that seems to go on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOREVER.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever. ever.ever *echoes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's also the first time i driven to my ex-2nd home without a human GPS next to me. had a paper one just in case i blinked and forgot the roads. hahahaha-_-!! not funny if i forget (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;remembers the last time got lost for 2 hours from the supposedly 10 min drive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been quite some time since i went to my ex-2nd home and although i was there for almost 15 years i have never driven there. always there is transportation provided &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(spoilt lil girl ..tsk*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D so i'm proud of myself le!!! wkakaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I SURVIVED!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's pray i remember it and have more road GPS downloads into my brain to come! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(AND STAY THERE. not auto delete)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img534.imageshack.us/img534/5505/directionsandwhatnots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. the above are bola(ball) necklaces that i bought from lil chicken's mom at a cheap price. cheap price means end up buying a whole lot and in the end not that cheap already-_-!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;AIH&lt;/span&gt;* i easily get conned when i see ballball stuffs. die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those memos? are an ADDITIONAL instructions to similar snowflakes tong sui place :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wahahahaha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to test drive and download data to my human GPS-es in case i forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;*must drag baby and ms.sexay*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-2991812766029872386?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/2991812766029872386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=2991812766029872386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='text'>awhhhhs*</title><content type='html'>focus on the socks please.&lt;br /&gt;my around rm3+ socks.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img687.imageshack.us/img687/2154/socks2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i know! so cute kan?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(oh yea. meet new bedsheet. rm30 Queen size. so cheap!-_-!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate wearing socks! i really hate. that's the reason why i don't wear shoes-_-&lt;br /&gt;i love shoes. i lovelove shoes. but because i hatehate socks...so i don't wear shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate &gt; love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway :D &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i have another as cute pair but some other time larh okay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no choice cause i wanna moisturize my feet. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(since when i became vain i have no idea. maybe some vain alien decided to live on my hair roots and subconciously pass msgs to me when i am sleeping because i even bought a dress. wheeee-_-!! whatheeffingweartowhere!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img12.imageshack.us/img12/4001/socksn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*show you again. shiny eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aih so ke ai. baby has one too :D&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha~ couple socks.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; *awhhhhhhhhs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually...just a post to show that i am alive. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(hear me roar!:D)&lt;/span&gt; but i don't have the patience or excessive time to sit down and photoshop photos T_T&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; aih*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; maybe lazy also lar &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*ops*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other then socks. after feeling downdowndown&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(buried my face into my pillow and bleah to myself before i went to lahlah land) &lt;/span&gt;yesterday, today i is have a funny picture made into postcard/bookmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to stick on toilet mirror so that i can laugh at it every morning but arh....:D&lt;br /&gt;wait.&lt;br /&gt;i laminate already i will post here for the world to laugh too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sharing never felt this goooood :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div 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title='awhhhhs*'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-8321614380534178197</id><published>2010-03-08T19:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T20:12:30.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because girls are girls</title><content type='html'>today i was a bit sad.&lt;br /&gt;not angry just sad. this bitbit sad.&lt;br /&gt;sad at myself.&lt;br /&gt;sad at how i let myself lose control of my own thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i buried them back, way deep long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;not wanting to take them out again.&lt;br /&gt;today i let it slipped and everything felt so off course.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i thought too much. maybe i din't.&lt;br /&gt;but the whole thing feels so fragile sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;like anytime it's gonna break.&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that he mentions he doesn't mind if it breaks makes me think twice bout myself.&lt;br /&gt;the fact that sometimes he says everything so bluntly makes me recall the last time he said the sentence that scared me in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;i believe and i trust. but there is as much as i can pour onto it.&lt;br /&gt;i still think i better hold on to my UHU glue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..you know for a brief moment i feel like i'm a 14 year old-_- young and lost &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(erm..you don't have to get what i meant..ahaha-_-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-8321614380534178197?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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guess?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-3573423851104849429?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/3573423851104849429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=3573423851104849429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/3573423851104849429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/3573423851104849429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2010/02/boom-boom-pow.html' title='boom boom pow*'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-2536588635386934242</id><published>2010-02-16T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T01:44:26.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>dong dong chiang~</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img229.imageshack.us/img229/927/minnie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*editing in progress*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-7654208511994115509</id><published>2010-01-24T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T01:29:31.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>of random wishing cats</title><content type='html'>hello. meet my baby bro's new wall deco.&lt;br /&gt;say with me now!:D&lt;br /&gt;sooooo cuuuuuutttttteeeeeeee~ i personally feel the cat on the right looks like him. big butt and all. hahahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;his 40kg girlfriend bought for him knowing how much he wanted it for just rm35. cheaplor-_- so everyone at Mt.Kiara please go get it since they are clearing stock at 40% off hence the cheap price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img211.imageshack.us/img211/2142/wallfo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i randomly started my random crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"oh wishing cat. hear my plea. i wanna eat tofu if you please."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom was like...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"you hungry then we go eat lar-_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate we did alright. but i was craving for something saucy and tofu-iy. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; why no one understands my love for tofu. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and dumplings and fried rice and penang kueh zhap and....many random food)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; T_T although i shouldn't be eating a lot cause my knee joints are failing on me. bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img691.imageshack.us/img691/5828/tofu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but arh :D ms.sexay chan suddenly came and crash with rojak which has TOFU and SAUCE and....:D&lt;br /&gt;my beloved sotong!&lt;br /&gt;wahahahahahahaha:D&lt;br /&gt;talk bout random wishes! it was the last thing i was expecting! :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*happy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg so easy to make me happy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;wathefunnyfishface. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.....maybe i should wish for something more tmr. like a big box of cupcakes! :D&lt;br /&gt;if tmr i blog bout cupcakes you know what happen la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to buy some HAHA :D&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-7488907865986040682</id><published>2010-01-21T01:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T01:46:47.671+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>*sticky note*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;usually people propose in public is so that the girl cannot say no is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*sticky note 2*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img706.imageshack.us/img706/3104/mixx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-_-!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yar. i mix. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mix Hakka and Teochew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;watherandomheartshapesoncakeslookscute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i be a mix. i am as yellow as a china can be. don't understand. last time another friend said this also-_- she said&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "mix malay." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;sigh*&lt;/span&gt; i seriously can't see it lorh and it's funny since no one else's thinks this way so why the suddenness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still don't understand why mix breed in human species is of a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "higher grade"&lt;/span&gt; but mix breed in doggie species is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"low grade"&lt;/span&gt;. so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*sticky note 3*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img691.imageshack.us/img691/1773/legionwebsite520x292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as thankful i am to uncle rukkie for the free ticket to Legion yesterday night.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (i can't believe i halted work. rushed out to watch. then rushed back to con't work..my dad say i gila one. haha-_-! i also feel the same. sorry kiamsiap people is like this one) &lt;/span&gt;the story was killing me with all the zombie-fied look. half the time i was curling up in the seat like a "ba-chang" and trying not to die from heart attack. poor uncle rukkie. i bet if he does call me the next time. the movie will be bout rainbows ponies and flower lollipops kind of movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;p.s// Legion had a silly storyline and erm...very updated angels with bulletproof wings and cool angel suits with no halo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-7488907865986040682?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/7488907865986040682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=7488907865986040682&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/7488907865986040682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/7488907865986040682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2010/01/sticky-note.html' title='*sticky note*'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-6308529750896785676</id><published>2010-01-20T02:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T02:21:58.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>seeing them got me thinking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is it normal to complain bout a friend behind their back then later act all nice in front of them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after much thought. i think to myself. probably it’s normal. probably it’s like people complaining bout their jobs, their lives but yet stick to it cause it’s what they like best&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(maybe it’s like my friends who love design jobs but always vomit blood doing it) &lt;/span&gt;or that’s what they have to do&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (people have to hold on to jobs whether they like the job a not. not much of a choice)&lt;/span&gt; or cause it’s their comfort zone/ your second skin. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(when you are used to wearing pants. you always wear pants. hardly skirts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's like you complain bout your friends this and that but in the end of the day cause it's nothing big and everything goes back to normal? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i will just have to accept this confusing human relation/feelings theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..or maybe it's learning to accept everyone for whom they are without taking grudge in every single thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...my topic just swayed-_-!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just confused myself wathepotatochips!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-6308529750896785676?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/6308529750896785676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=6308529750896785676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/6308529750896785676'/><link 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bold;"&gt;willingly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(but of course thanks to Codypops who paid for the last time:P din't know you payinglarrrrrr. ahahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; other then this, i don't think i willingly watched a movie 3 times in the cinema. most is twice. any re-occurrence is fully DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched Mor Mor Cha(Summer Holidays) 7 times during Form 2 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(which all other than the 1st time was paid by others. long story why i had to go that many a time)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unwillingly&lt;/span&gt;. that was really suffering. but i felt the most suffering was Transformers twice. God help me. i don't know why i really did not like the movie-_- what a 180 degree turnaround since i loved the 1st one to bits and pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every time you watch a movie again. you will notice things that you did not notice during the first and when you watch AGAINGAIN. you will want to play spot the difference by yourself in your mind. hahahaha-_-!!! musicals are the best to watch again:D cause can sing kuakuakua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE na'vi language so much. they sound so...i don't know. just sounds nice :D and seriously the whole show reminds me of a map in Ragnarok-_- must be the blue greenish colour with glow in the dark &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(ARG. I LOVE GLOW IN THE DARK. even my friends bought a pantie version of it for me wteffingchupachups. don't dare to wear)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taheyluk means the bond :D *chants* taheyluk.taheyluk.taheyluk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taruk maktou is the super big orange bird...bird?? the one with 2 eyes on each side? after hearing many taruk maktous..i suddenly heard mantao..must be getting hungry middle of the night-_- must eat more before late movie next time. but i just ate dinner leh.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/9651/theikranavatar2009film9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet ikran. i LOVE the ikran. not only can fly all you like. the skin looks like it can be made into a beautiful dress...like peacock...hahahahahha :D baby was like..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;."mieh"&lt;/span&gt; when i said that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na'Vi has four fingers but the "aliens" have 5 fingers:D mix with human DNA marh. i was desperately looking to see the number of toes-_- PHAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best thing of the whole movie&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(other then the glow in the dark) i&lt;/span&gt;s definitely the hair with USB ports. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Laughs*&lt;/span&gt; really felt like USB port. damn cute! :D codypops was saying imagine anytime he can USB any car and drive away... goodlar codypops we wait for you to invent that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't care if ms.boobs keep saying they look like giant blue smurfs. me like giant blue smurfs. and me happy when read that there will be 2 sequels &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(pls don't kill it.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D me can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me now go sleep :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-6612706984958316375?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/6612706984958316375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=6612706984958316375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/6612706984958316375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/6612706984958316375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2010/01/shows-3-fingers.html' title='*shows 3 fingers*'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-3342094604089692735</id><published>2010-01-18T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T01:08:04.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>name thy position.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://danielctw.com/2010/01/18/what-to-do/"&gt;how now brown cow?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after blogging for Uncle Dan i got lazy for mine. hahaha-_-!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates when i feel hardworking &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*weeeeeeeeee *runs away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-3342094604089692735?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/3342094604089692735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=3342094604089692735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/3342094604089692735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/3342094604089692735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-front-behind-side-by-side.html' title='name thy position.'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-8833453476391236100</id><published>2010-01-16T01:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T02:24:44.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>yellow yellow dirty fellow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"baby bro arhs.. leave some for jie"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"nah..cough people should eat happy colours"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img40.imageshack.us/img40/41/primary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;why so cute wan my baby bro!? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*picittttt*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuakuakua. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;primary colours always make me recall secondary school days where we were assigned to a House colour once in Form 1 and will root all the way every year Sports Day till Form 5. oh the horror of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"permanent white socks" &lt;/span&gt;marks after Sports Day every year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now die also i won't cheer in the hot sun whole day! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(wasn't only cheering lor...it was like 3 months of under the sun. run. jump. crawl suffering! O_o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i will. providing i have a BIG ASS HAT, tons of sunblock and mini fan. helps if my ice-cream doesn't melt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the topic above was something we always said out for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Blue Blue Sticky Glue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Red Red Botak Head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i don't remember &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt; though-_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;p.s// walao-eh felt so bad. made ah pek wait for 30 minutes today-_- it has been a long time since i made someone wait that long. bleah. gomenne....T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-8833453476391236100?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/8833453476391236100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=8833453476391236100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/8833453476391236100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/8833453476391236100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2010/01/yellow-yellow-dirty-fellow.html' title='yellow yellow dirty fellow'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-1689822329125652373</id><published>2010-01-14T01:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T23:55:23.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jap'/><title type='text'>sensei says....(in jap)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img96.imageshack.us/img96/2328/kissus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"bulat, so what comes in your mind before you kiss?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stoned. just cause the context we were reading bout was talking bout a girl who had all kinds of thoughts running through her brain before she kissed. which i found amazingly ...weird. so i asked sensei what's with this author and what's with all the thinking before a kiss &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(plus her thinking was all off course wan. why do you think bout whether the guy has brought another girl to this same place to kiss and so forth all right before you kiss  the guy!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i answered she continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"sigh tat's why marry early when you are not tat polluted."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img96.imageshack.us/img96/1236/kissu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;wathefishcakeswithlimejuice.&lt;/span&gt; is that supposed to be good love advice? O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos all randomly searched from flickr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-1689822329125652373?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/1689822329125652373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=1689822329125652373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/1689822329125652373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/1689822329125652373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2010/01/sensei-saysin-jap.html' title='sensei says....(in jap)'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-590018179798016041</id><published>2010-01-13T01:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T00:12:39.605+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>it's the tought that counts</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/2088/cardh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my baby bro has surpassed all creativity. not because he suddenly became great in terms of design but he has mastered the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fuss free yet looks cute and nice&lt;/span&gt;" way of doing cards. hahahaha even i am shocked lar. but let's not talk bout  his colour sense. cause we both simply clash in that area-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every time i see handmade cards..i get...confused..hahaha-_-'' it's that fine line between appreciating someone's hard work for you and criticizing it cause people who study art are kanasai like this-_- very difficult and stressful if you ask me.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you want to love it all but you can't cause you just feel like correcting this colour or changing that idea. gets so frustrating really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having that said. at least confirm you will never see another same one anywhere and if you ask me. handmade cards only work if you did it for your girlfriend/close friends or if you at least have a decent design sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not sad to say...i realized half the people throw handmade cards esp. after quite some time when it has either no meaning anymore&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (like you broke off or you don't fancy the admirer)&lt;/span&gt; or if it doesn't look pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad reality for something supposedly meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's stick to expensive cards or stick it notes with doodles shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or let's all pray that i have half a heart more to really appreciate from deep within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whichever works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but arh surprisingly..despite having this confused cold heart..i so far keep every single card i received the past yearsssssssssssss-_- maybe i really love cards (handmade or not) and just don't realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. i'm becoming Dr.Jekyll &amp;amp; Hyde&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-590018179798016041?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/590018179798016041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=590018179798016041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/590018179798016041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/590018179798016041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-tought-that-counts.html' title='it&apos;s the tought that counts'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-1278217458195608010</id><published>2010-01-10T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T00:23:27.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>money go..money goes-_-</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src='http://img689.imageshack.us/img689/5066/shoesou.jpg' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello. meet my pretty new shoes. they are pretty no matter what you think! -_-!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rar rar* &lt;/span&gt;and they are greeeeennnn &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*shiny eyes* &lt;/span&gt;not exactly green..but green based..you get it lar-_-'' and polka dotssssss. i think my 2010 resolution is buying more polka dots and irritate the hell out of people who doesn't like them &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*cough*&lt;/span&gt; lil. miss. chicken&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.*cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hardlyhardly buy shoes cause i am a fussy and lazy person. For goodnessake Jelly has more shoes then me and i'm a girl!-_- plus most of the time i end up wearing slippers...so...nah! nobody better complains i don't shop!!!-_-!!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; *shows fist*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half the reason i bought is cause i had extra money to spend. just to find out i lost my uber expensive camera case that is from Japan and made out of real leather. now i am awfully broke T_T aper ni!!!! cehs. so sad okay. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-1278217458195608010?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/1278217458195608010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=1278217458195608010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/1278217458195608010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/1278217458195608010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2010/01/money-gomoney-goes.html' title='money go..money goes-_-'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-6787943618950520656</id><published>2010-01-09T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T15:41:27.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>forever 21st.</title><content type='html'>spent my whole day lying around bed thanks to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"auntie pain".&lt;/span&gt; i even went to class with my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;horrendous hawaiian pants&lt;/span&gt; that everyone hates. hahahahahaha:D&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; surprisingly the more people hate it the more i love it. &lt;/span&gt;shows how thick of a skin i have considering i really don't give 2 hoots what people think bout me when i walk out of home with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately it bothers me that it makes my friends and family feel bad cause in people's mind they must be thinking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"poor people. stuck with this sakai".&lt;/span&gt;..okaylar if people think me as sakai. but don't think poorly of my love ones cause they are with this sakai please T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway show you the highlight of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img210.imageshack.us/img210/6206/kentcopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOCUS IS DOWN THERE. the thing down there! the below of the pic is a delicious plate of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOBSTAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i now announce that i am feeling terribly sorry to people who can't eat seafood, don't know how to enjoy seafood and hate seafood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;banzai to seafooooood~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-6787943618950520656?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/6787943618950520656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=6787943618950520656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/6787943618950520656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/6787943618950520656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2010/01/forever-21st.html' title='forever 21st.'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-1641936441799069275</id><published>2010-01-08T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T14:24:54.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>psst*</title><content type='html'>i have to stop watching movies-_- eating up all my time and money. zzz. Thank God nothing new until Feb from the looks of it. for now i only wanna catch Muallaf&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (ROAR* i will make time. lazy wait for DVD)&lt;/span&gt; and surprisingly haven't watch Chipmunks-_-' mieh.&lt;img src="http://img42.imageshack.us/img42/8268/hearh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hmmmmmmmmmm*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normal storyline, 1 or 2 really laugh aloud scenes and 1 interesting quote which dear ms.bulat obviously forgot -_-&lt;br /&gt;if possible do no watch. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i repeat do not watch&lt;/span&gt;. hugh grant has acted manymany love stories before&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(like Notting Hill :D)&lt;/span&gt; and this is definitely something worth missing in my opinion. nevertheless, catch it if all you wanna have is a reason so all you can do while watching is snuggle next to your baobei. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*uh-hm*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is my 1st time talk until we forgot bout the movie timing-_- just to see 930pm on our handphone clocks when the movie starts at 920pm. we were still munching on our food. zzz!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-1641936441799069275?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/1641936441799069275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=1641936441799069275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/1641936441799069275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/1641936441799069275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2010/01/psst.html' title='psst*'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-561680030357463315</id><published>2010-01-07T01:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T13:54:07.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>kill me please</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/7660/jappyz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.hello. meet my long lost friends. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;wavewavewave* &lt;/span&gt;oh hello hiragana, katakana and kanji-_-!! it has been 3 months since i last saw you. how difficult you have grown! 1 hour to read, understand and learn the grammar for 1 paragraph of a short story that just consists of 4 paragraphs &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*FAINTS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and it's a love story for goodnesssake. i can't believe in 1 paragraph&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(so it's like what? 3-4 sentences?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it can fully explain how a girl thinks and feels when a relationship is not "confirmed". read edy aso heart and head pain-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a 30 min convo session titling "how to bargain?" in Japanese. hahahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"where you went?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"my son."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"...? what are you babbling about?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/446/maisony.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 means club lar now? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;laughs* &lt;/span&gt;ahhh.. it has been a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looooong&lt;/span&gt; time since i last clubbed. don't think i will survive inside now. the other day i just drank 1 glass of God knows what was it and i felt like sleeping already-_-'' maybe it's about time i just sit at home, eat ice-cream and snuggle with a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"hello. brings. how may i help you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"hie! :D may i know what time you guys open?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"12pm:)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was there from 10.50-11.50am. parking's up. so i left and tarpau-ed lunch for mummy. zzzz!! i want to buy that shoe! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAN A NOT?! ROAR*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"hmm.ma, i go see doctor. my ear has been in pain since last 2 days."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"..again?! can you take bath nicely a not? always water go in one?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"..haha-_- sigh. ma poorer rm50 lor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"you ownself ask for trouble wan. how old edy still don't know how to take bath nicely ar?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img209.imageshack.us/img209/5895/medz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;"ms.bulat. 5 drops 3 times a day. rm25 please"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my heart, i was like YES! cheaper!!! :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;at night, i put only 3 drops and the next day okay edy-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wathefishcakesauce.&lt;/span&gt; so indirectly that 3 drops was rm25....rm8.++ for one drop. blardy exp wei!!!!&lt;br /&gt;rm8 = 8 McD ice-cream cones. so considering rm25 is 25 cones. that's like my one month's supply of everyday ice-cream dosage-_- indirectly if i wanna contra that rm25. i can't eat ice-cream for a month. this is horrible-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-561680030357463315?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/561680030357463315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=561680030357463315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/561680030357463315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/561680030357463315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2010/01/kill-me-please.html' title='kill me please'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-5715879005004143712</id><published>2010-01-06T02:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:53:02.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>me and you. just me and you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img245.imageshack.us/img245/6923/anw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D maybe not. but why not? :D&lt;br /&gt;although ms.rockstarr is right le-_-within 10 min the shop is opened. we can put up the "Close" signboard. alco to her. ice-cream to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ms.sexay very kns wan-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"you say wanna tong sui. how did we end up in this kid's place!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"kids meh? you got see any kid anot now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"-_- "&lt;/span&gt; CEH!&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img245.imageshack.us/img245/6486/roomie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept with my baby brother bear :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*happy happy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah yes. i like sleeping with people providing i know them well enough.&lt;br /&gt;spent a great hour talking. HIM TALKING. me nodding :D&lt;br /&gt;so happy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;wahahahahaha* &lt;/span&gt;you know how siblings are right?! everything also bicker. everything also &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"yaya whatever."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(i will "DISH" the next person that uses that on me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to actually have a deep inside heart talk from him :D i feel like .......aiya i just feel happy. like having bedtime story keke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-5715879005004143712?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/5715879005004143712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=5715879005004143712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/5715879005004143712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/5715879005004143712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2010/01/me-and-you-just-me-and-you.html' title='me and you. just me and you.'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-2092441128911847440</id><published>2010-01-05T02:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:36:50.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>the last time was mr. and mrs.smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/7856/sherlockholmesteaserpos.jpg' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- damn paiseh. i must re-watchlar. i don't believe i wouldn't like the movie since i DO read Sherlock Holmes!!! DVD LAI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-2092441128911847440?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/2092441128911847440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=2092441128911847440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/2092441128911847440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/2092441128911847440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-time-was-mr-and-mrssmith.html' title='the last time was mr. and mrs.smith'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-680566858414687356</id><published>2010-01-04T00:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:34:21.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>the closing chapter</title><content type='html'>there was only 2 things that were MAJOR to me in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was an emotional roller coaster ride for me. i don't think i have cried so much over something so silly. time and time again i tell myself to be strong and i always lose half the battle-_- amazingly frustrating. i never thought i can lose myself like that. but 2010 is already right here and i shall be a strong lil girl!! wahahaha&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* evil laughter* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. how can i forget this. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(actually i did until suddenly ms.boob queen mentioned it)&lt;/span&gt; for the 1st time in my life &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(at the age of 24)&lt;/span&gt; i received a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"FTL" (Friend Termination Letter)&lt;/span&gt; from a friend&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(who is 27) &lt;/span&gt;whom i used to be close with. i still can't believed it happened. it only made me recall STD 1 where everyone goes&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "i don't friend you" &lt;/span&gt;difference is that lasted 10 minutes. this lasted....like...foreverlar i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i shocked myself by not shedding a single tear over this and was actually extremely pissed over it. i have never gotten so pissed for a very long time. after much thoughts and calming sessions for my own good by myself, i just let it go. he wanted it so i decided as a (ex)friend i respect his decision. people say i did not fight for this friendship. some say it is his loss. some say it's my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously don't care &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(or more like i couldn't absorb anymore&lt;/span&gt;) what people had to say. in my opinion was it was a whole lot of misunderstandings that caused the letter. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(esp. when he is the type that solves fights, i am the type that will avoid and prolly keep quiet so there would be less fights)&lt;/span&gt; in conjuction to that, we had minor disagreements that built up from past already. me keeping silent and him shooting directly &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(or sometimes vice versa) &lt;/span&gt;all at the wrong timings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was kinda sad to see this friendship go&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (for some people they felt really sad, for some...swt. not so) &lt;/span&gt;i personally could not bring myself to say sorry. i feel that if there is to be an apology session. it would be on both sides. if not it will never work and since it has been so long, even after the apology thing. i don't know how both of us will ever be like the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, i must say thank you to him. i cherish my current friends more. if that letter shed some light on how horrible i am as a friend, then i seriously truly thank the ones that have put up with my rubbish for many years and yet stay peace with me. i know i suck being a friend most of the time, but i do try and try to make up for every lil bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, i hope he finds his the other half soon despite me "cursing" him saying that he will only get one when he turns 45. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*laughs* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and that his business continues to flourish like how he always wanted. dato' by 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess those 2 played a big part for 2009. nothing else was really worth mentioning. not like i suddenly grew a tail or conquered mt.Everest. sorrylarh, my life very dull one kakaka. yea, got other small significant stuffs daily that it's for me to know and remember, not for you to find out ever :D haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. HAHAHAHHA GOTLARH. GOT ONE MORE THING. MANY PREGNANCIES! OMG. 2010 will be filled with babies!!! I CAN'T WAIT!!!!!!! :D ROAR* baby shopping!! imma coming!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-680566858414687356?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/680566858414687356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=680566858414687356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/680566858414687356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/680566858414687356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2010/01/closing-chapter.html' title='the closing chapter'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-4436604966715348328</id><published>2010-01-03T23:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:27:19.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>so fragile</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src='http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/6296/flowersg.jpg' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went to visit ms.sexay chan's relative in Assunta.&lt;br /&gt;she had a fall in the toilet and now she's under observation cause apparently her skull has a crack line causing the liquid in the brain and blood in the vein to mix together&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (okay my english and science sucks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my maths lagi fail. so i can't come up with a simple formula on how it is. but you unlar. final result is she has like some temp. memory loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in an hour we were there, she asked about 8 times when is her grandfather coming. her mom answered patiently 8 times that her grandfather is in heaven and has been so since 95'. for 8 times after her mom's answer her face showed pain. like she was gonna burst into tears. however, the emotions last around 30 seconds and then repeats all over again when she asks the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so painful for me. so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so shocked that lil' fall can make you lose urself as a person &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(indirectly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;robbing your memories, erasing&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(or confusing) &lt;/span&gt;what was supposedly made up of who you are today because of what you had gone through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please be careful. esp. you ms.rockstarr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s// okay. everyone convinced me that she will be fine and this memory loss thing is normal after having a concussion. still!!! don't wanna see anyone dear to me going through this-_- i'm a worrywart can a not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-4436604966715348328?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/4436604966715348328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=4436604966715348328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/4436604966715348328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/4436604966715348328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-fragile.html' title='so fragile'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-4402490799953066593</id><published>2010-01-02T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T01:53:29.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>random movie</title><content type='html'>The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img215.imageshack.us/img215/1381/parnassus.jpg' border='0' alt='Image Hosted by ImageShack.us'/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did not even know such movie existed-_- shows how much i check movie listings.&lt;br /&gt;we just went to TGV (after looking at how horribly long the queue was at GSC. ridiculous!) and i jumped right into it at the sight of the poster (or maybe cause i saw the magic word. JOHNNY DEPP. hahahahah:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forced the ah pek to watch :P and ar...he obliged cause he saw the "Festival De Cannes" logo imprinted on the poster. okay. maybe cause Heath Ledger was one of the main too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lovelovelove independent films!!! :D there's always something ....bout them. certain depth that most of Hollywood blockbusters are missing (esp when i watched Die Hard 4...did not know why the heck i was sitting in the cinema just paying to watch explosions-_-'' sigh) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway maybe it's just me. since this show is more fairytale-ish based :D as long it made me happy. hahahaha :D i shall now leave you with the following link for i think the person wrote a great review on it. if you ask me..i can't even summarize it for you-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.collider.com/2009/12/24/the-imaginarium-of-doctor-parnassus-review/"&gt;CLICK-ISM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or you can always wikipedia it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-4402490799953066593?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/4402490799953066593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=4402490799953066593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/4402490799953066593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/4402490799953066593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-movie.html' title='random movie'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-2123772182993491876</id><published>2010-01-01T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T02:49:17.946+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gatherings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>countdown to the first 21's</title><content type='html'>hello people :D&lt;br /&gt;meet the soon to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img694.imageshack.us/img694/2805/checkf.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in their "barney" suits...don't know why they are in purple. kinda liked last years theme. boys in pink. girls in white :D haha like marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proudly presenting their age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img267.imageshack.us/img267/7928/48436612.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D lame pose that was done since cousin's 21st. means just last year? swt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img40.imageshack.us/img40/838/peopleyc.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't think i captured everyone-_-  but it was chaotic enough! esp. during bbq session i thought we were sending out smoke signals to red indians somewhere across the globe-_-!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img40.imageshack.us/img40/7443/cake1fn.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img684.imageshack.us/img684/6605/caken.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the very 'cool' candle. hahahahahaha :D it was ridiculously stupid in a cute way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img40.imageshack.us/img40/30/hohoqf.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st marks the start of freedom. together with it comes responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;in other words, take care of your own buttocks.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me 21 is just a number. like any number with any coming age. but we all need a certain blown out of proportion number to make us remember and recall of ourselves sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh..how time flies...hahaha :D i recall my own 21st. i did not have any grand one &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(which i don't really like in the 1st place also...haha-_-'') &lt;/span&gt;but i had a bunch of small ones...like really ongoing for a few days with different people at different places with different cakes-_-'' for a 21st birthday that was the year i did not receive any presents also. how ironic.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so bad for my brother-_- always have to salvage some cake for me from any birthday celebration cause i am always too slow and he knows i love cakes-_- and their cakes always damn good. don't know where they get their stock. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh! and my dad-_- sigh* the birthday girl always helps my mom to wash up stuffs after any celebration. this time my mom pao an anpao for her since it's her 21st and my dad asked "wow, she helped you washed dishes and you gave money?!" "hello uncle? you think why she stood there with your son together cut birthday cake leh?! why not he stand with his gf instead?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha :D ke ai de papa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-2123772182993491876?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/2123772182993491876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=2123772182993491876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/2123772182993491876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/2123772182993491876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-21s.html' title='countdown to the first 21&apos;s'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-713263803734630955</id><published>2009-12-31T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T00:46:11.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gatherings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>countdown*</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img69.imageshack.us/img69/917/kisslx.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a veryvery long time since i kissed a girl :D &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img688.imageshack.us/img688/5889/xoxo.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it also has been a long time since i spent new year's countdown with these sakais &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(although funnily we were exchanging X'mas presents as well)&lt;/span&gt;. the last time was prolly 05/06 where we were stuck at the Curve while avoiding all the spray things that everyone was playing. topping the night with tom yum soup and lou shi fun at Murni's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. that extra person is my mom. HAHA-_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/9945/boomy.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to last year's road to view fireworks :D no need to squeeze and can go anytime after viewing, avoiding all jam! last year there wasn't a single person doing this. this year the road was filled to the brim!! everywhere!! at first was standing another side, i think Cineleisure's building smack in the middle BLOCKING THE FIREWORKS just as jelly predicted (i almost killed him) ran over aside for a better view!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2010!! BRING IT ON LAR!!! ROAR*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-713263803734630955?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/713263803734630955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=713263803734630955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/713263803734630955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/713263803734630955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2010/01/countdown.html' title='countdown*'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-557327043002578878</id><published>2009-12-29T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T17:09:06.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Luke 11:9</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img19.imageshack.us/img19/8927/snowflakeov.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so it's not exactly 100% what the bible means but kinda close... :D in a non Christian way. but i kinda...did more then ask lar. being brothers and their default program of &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"why must i tarpau for you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he did! :D yay&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* laughs* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know jiejie love you loadsloads with or without the tong sui. more with the tong sui lar :D correct a not? make mum happy also when she saw food at 10pm hahahahah :D&lt;br /&gt;Snowflake's best seller. was just happy pouring cream and eating without really digesting the taste..means..i have to go for another round to really evaluate! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-557327043002578878?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/557327043002578878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=557327043002578878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/557327043002578878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/557327043002578878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/12/luke-119.html' title='Luke 11:9'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-8740343780624112258</id><published>2009-12-28T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T17:28:55.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>2 birds at one go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bodyguards and Assassins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/6839/bodyguardsandassassins.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have never cried so much for a movie in a very long time. shows what a hambao&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(crybaby)&lt;/span&gt; i am. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sigh*&lt;/span&gt; i cried from the part where the bodyguards start to protect Mr.Sun. way up till the end. together with lil screams here and there along the way. how can i not cry?! the movie was so bloody. everyone was dying. blood was spurting everywhere. pain was felt. feelings weren't spared. i was literally dying. i was dead by the time the show ended-_- i lovelove the movie but my heart definitely can't take a second time. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sigh*&lt;/span&gt; my brother was gonna kill me though throughout the movie. hahahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Treasure Hunter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/4200/treasurehunter.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch if you are a Jay Chou fan, don't watch if you are not :D ahahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;nothing very special if you ask me. storyline was soso...acting...okaylarh. effects....well i love one fighting scene where bandages were flying all over :D felt like watching Naruto for a while. i love the "sand town" set up though. hahah there was this one shop that felt like those Japan's roadside ramen shop. damn cute!! :D Jay Chou...although i was gonna doze off &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(hello. how lar to fight Indiana Jones) &lt;/span&gt;but i have to give him credit. he's considered rookie for this &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(he better stick to romance since Secret was wayyy better)&lt;/span&gt; but he surprisingly can kick some ass :D&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-8740343780624112258?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/8740343780624112258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=8740343780624112258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/8740343780624112258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/8740343780624112258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-birds-at-one-go.html' title='2 birds at one go'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-1506772904097027292</id><published>2009-12-27T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T01:08:13.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gatherings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>a boxing gathering</title><content type='html'>erm...so it seemslar. hahaha coming from ms.audrey's mouth. actually we were supposed to meet 2 weeks b4&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (means pre-xmas)&lt;/span&gt; thnks to ms.bulat here and her usual screw ups on dates-_-'' postponed till today. champion!!!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Clapclapclap*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Sid's Pubs at Taman Tun cause anne wanted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Pub Food"&lt;/span&gt; hahahahahha:D whatheheck? but she doesn't drink. whatheheckx2. esp.beer some more. whatheheckx3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*whack* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;don't understand you lar woman!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/4822/anner.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presenting the woman :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img683.imageshack.us/img683/8093/sakais.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presenting the woman's friends.&lt;br /&gt;Verdict: don't know how she survived all these years with these 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/1143/treev.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict : girls can talk bout anything. like really anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/9803/burgerg.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/4508/burgerin.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict: felt like a way better version of Ramly Burger. with great price comes greater taste! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/8803/brownief.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict: it's a crime to feed such a small size-_-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; *ROAR*&lt;/span&gt; i could easily swallow at least 5 plates of these!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kid.you.not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-1506772904097027292?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/1506772904097027292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=1506772904097027292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/1506772904097027292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/1506772904097027292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/12/boxing-gathering.html' title='a boxing gathering'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-6797316026600519199</id><published>2009-12-24T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T01:46:05.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all i want for x'mas is you~</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/2458/bodocopy.jpg' border='0' alt='Image Hosted by ImageShack.us'/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha seldom have photo of the two of us together~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-6797316026600519199?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/6797316026600519199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=6797316026600519199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/6797316026600519199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/6797316026600519199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-i-want-for-xmas-is-you.html' title='all i want for x&apos;mas is you~'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-5063816471467783242</id><published>2009-12-18T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T01:23:04.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>today's four letter words</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/3127/lamey.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img130.imageshack.us/img130/3980/balll.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since we are at it, show you the same stupid shot i did 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img341.imageshack.us/img341/2363/ballscopy.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- means some things never change. like me never growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img339.imageshack.us/img339/8946/salex.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d'Oh SALE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img40.imageshack.us/img40/7093/snowuq.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img339.imageshack.us/img339/3176/shits.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT *heh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img694.imageshack.us/img694/4914/awhs.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, AWHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know!! i love four letter words! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakakaka :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short, was in IKEA amongst all those people who were there. rare for me since i usually avoid crowd at all cost if possible. haha :D amazingly after&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (surviving) &lt;/span&gt;IKEA i was transported to Pavilion just to catch the snow &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(foam)&lt;/span&gt; at 8pm-_-'' it has been since college i felt so random. maybe cause everytime i go out it's always pre-planned. but this was like suddenly. like your friend suddenly decides to go to "somewhere" and already appear at your front gate, ready to fetch you. hahah fun! :D so snow it was at 8pm and OMG. thank God i don't stay near Pavilion nor know how to drive to KL, i will prolly shop till my piggy bank cry-_- so tempting. lucky i held back. haha biggest achievement. the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Tbowl" &lt;/span&gt;restaurant at Sg.Wang was just so-so and yes, we walked from Sg. Wang to Pavilion in the rain. sooooo nostalgic. and weeee~ my slippers? had a hole :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm..erm...shopping? :D:D hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for holding back.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-5063816471467783242?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/5063816471467783242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=5063816471467783242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/5063816471467783242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/5063816471467783242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/12/todays-four-letter-words.html' title='today&apos;s four letter words'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-4481211200655271380</id><published>2009-12-16T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T01:44:00.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>ribibit*</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img64.imageshack.us/img64/81/blogheader.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sooooooooooooo gonna watch it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i know i'm so late in watching but bleah.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;i think i say the same thing for every Disney movie. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe the company makes it all better too. it was just so....amusing! i was so glad to see that Disney has not lost their touch after about..5 years since their last 2D cartoon. it still contained the certain Disney essence like...how cliche Disney was to throw such punchline, how cliche of Disney to draw this particular character or how the musicals always end up to be extravagant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's the clicheness that i missed so dearly. 2D cartoon gave some effect that 3D can never achieve..well at least to me. although i felt to a certain extend the characters lacked of development but because it was so enjoyable you tend to push everything aside and just sit back, relax and have fun:D i never laughed so loud and so long in my life for quite some time.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (i must have scared the hell out of the kid beside me...with his mom-_-'' swt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/4945/blogxn.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i can go on and on how much i love this scene. how much i love that act. how much this how much that. but seriously this is one of the first time that dingding! the prince...is not that alll glamorous :D dingdingding 2. the girl...is so real life. HAHA. independent, work comes first yadayada. but in the end love surpasses them all.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; awhhhhhhhs. &lt;/span&gt;sorry...cheesy but that's what fairytales does :D makes you smile at the very least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best thing bout Disney, other then moral values are always the sidekicks. wahlaoeh-_-'' i am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; amused by Lottie. damn cute! crazy. i think on a bad day must be a plus point to have someone like her around. Oh. last but not least...what's with the firefly becoming a star next to evengaline!? BLeah. LAME!!! haha and omg....the ending where they became humans again left me and ms.boobs so speechless..we were like...&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"okay wei......how come we did not think of that!?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;"well..the movie would have ended in 30 minutes if the frogs were that smart. smart scriptwriter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, don't bother asking my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. don't bother to ask jelly anything also. every answer he gives ....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAN KILL YOU ONE!!!! GILER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-4481211200655271380?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/4481211200655271380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=4481211200655271380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/4481211200655271380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/4481211200655271380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/12/ribibit.html' title='ribibit*'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-5991613667617492280</id><published>2009-12-14T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:57:59.312+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>i feel...</title><content type='html'>as long as you're happy together everyday.&lt;br /&gt;nothing else really matters that much.&lt;br /&gt;why is something so simple so hard to achieve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-5991613667617492280?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/5991613667617492280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/5991613667617492280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-feel.html' title='i feel...'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-9032094367333574951</id><published>2009-12-11T04:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T04:08:25.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>next stop...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img682.imageshack.us/img682/1498/mymapcopy.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so gan jiong!!&lt;br /&gt;feels like i'm gonna meet my boyfriend's parents...no, wrong...the whole family &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(if i have one i am sure it's gonna feel like what i am feeling now! or maybe worse...laughs*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72 whole hours!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;will i survive?! will THEY survive?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;*must.remember.not.to.laugh.like.a.sakai.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-9032094367333574951?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/9032094367333574951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=9032094367333574951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/9032094367333574951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/9032094367333574951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/12/next-stop.html' title='next stop...'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-3626102137212765097</id><published>2009-12-07T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T01:29:00.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>the b.b night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*clears throat*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b.b stands for belated birthday :D&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr.kickboxer turned up at my doorstep with Baskin Robbins&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and his apparently lonely Vodka bottle&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;to celebrate my belated :D&lt;br /&gt;he felt bad for not wishing on time and it was a good reason to meet up..so there he was at my house 9+pm. suffered by waiting for me to finish work. once done, my mom started her ritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img6.imageshack.us/img6/3669/kelcopy.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeding my dear unsuspecting friends alcohol regardless of who is it-_-'' she has a lot more stashed up for the coming holidays and fruit cake &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*drools*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img187.imageshack.us/img187/5797/kel3.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*argh typo! HE likes jamoca. i like the almonds*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was my turn to feel bad. cause i just said that usually people call and ask what flavour i want to eat but he's the first one that bought something that he liked after trying a whole lot of flavours. i din't mean to make him feel bad-_- &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;* had the wrong effect and meaning i wanted to portray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which i did quickly explained-_- swt. i though it was refreshing for him to buy what he wanted cause in that case i knew what flavour he liked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(+1 point in knowing a friend's likes/dislikes) &lt;/span&gt;cause furthermore i eat almost any flavour anyway. asking me would have resulted in&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "anythinglar" &lt;/span&gt;and i order according to the mood:D i do have a favourite baskin flavour but it's more to memories sake then taste seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img19.imageshack.us/img19/5914/kel2copy.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause mr.kickboxer is a novice at drinking :D hahaha he had horrible mixing ratios and your dear friend here din't bother to correct him :P cause i am cruel like that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; *nyehehehe*&lt;/span&gt; he had 3 cups, felt a lil woozy and decided to stop..along came yogi bear-_-''' who continuously poured a proper ratio mixture of cranberry juice+vodka....hahah and thus this summarize my night. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(and morning...until 3.30am wei! my tummy was growling haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the main talking topic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;joint pains-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;muscle ache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;body sores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzz&lt;br /&gt;really dead give away to our age. what kind of topic are those?!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*roar*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you to the both sakais. i will forever love our ikan bakar meet-ups :D&lt;br /&gt;imma wanna cut down on my ice-cream intake but NOT WORKINGLOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*laughs*&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/15836101-3626102137212765097?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/3626102137212765097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=3626102137212765097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/3626102137212765097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/3626102137212765097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/12/bb-night.html' title='the b.b night'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-4180979089202175294</id><published>2009-12-06T03:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T16:31:32.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>*breathes*</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img37.imageshack.us/img37/7826/clovern.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img521.imageshack.us/img521/6167/blog1j.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img193.imageshack.us/img193/7959/blog2ro.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img31.imageshack.us/img31/1553/blog3c.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img13.imageshack.us/img13/4448/blog4e.jpg' border='0' alt='Image Hosted by ImageShack.us'/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img30.imageshack.us/img30/5101/blog5r.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img521.imageshack.us/img521/5505/blog6c.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img193.imageshack.us/img193/3189/blog7em.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img194.imageshack.us/img194/7010/blog7a.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img521.imageshack.us/img521/7677/blog8t.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure got typos. too lazy to re-edit. and i just realized..my table kiss can now accompany my tiny mole awhs. make friends!! :D&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-4180979089202175294?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/4180979089202175294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=4180979089202175294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/4180979089202175294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/4180979089202175294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/12/breathes.html' title='*breathes*'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-2810953088912898529</id><published>2009-12-05T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T03:02:16.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>me&amp;her.her&amp;me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img705.imageshack.us/img705/4407/menmon7copy.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were right. once we talk, it's no shorter then 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;after all these years, we are still 'zhi zha pors'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s//finally have my big juicy crabs!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i know! i just ate crab last week! :D don't play 1,2 juice with me...i sure lose T_T)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-2810953088912898529?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/2810953088912898529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=2810953088912898529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/2810953088912898529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/2810953088912898529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/12/me.html' title='me&amp;her.her&amp;me'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-3756802673907002691</id><published>2009-12-04T17:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:30:27.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>hums a silent song*</title><content type='html'>i am supposed to be revising my heart out for this sunday’s jap exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="entrybody"&gt;&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt; but yet after all those chinese characters my mind drifted apart and my eyes settled on my newly bought stack of books. bought with my parent’s humble amount of money as a birthday present to me.&lt;br /&gt;a few moments won’t hurt anyone, i thought to myself.&lt;br /&gt;like an addiction. few words became a sentence. sentences turned into paragraphs. paragraphs became pages. pages to chapters. next thing i knew i was hooked.&lt;br /&gt;hooked into this book.&lt;br /&gt;it has been a long time since i read romance novels. i thought to myself after the last one that i have read.&lt;br /&gt;life is too cruel. life is too grey. all these romance novels does nothing but makes life’s romance worse then it can be already.&lt;br /&gt;it’s only making the real world look sad.&lt;br /&gt;but i was tempted. so i bought and now i’m stuck. stuck with this book filled with love, hope, faith and fate&lt;br /&gt;sigh*&lt;br /&gt;chapter 5 i stopped. i placed the book in the depths of my cupboard. wishing time now will fly by cause i can’t wait to snuggle in bed on Sunday night, allowing the book to take me to that place. the place that i once upon a time believed in it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;randomness aside, having pizza tonight! oh how lovely it is not to be healthy! it's a sin and i'm a sinner. my dear lil tummy, forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/15836101-3756802673907002691?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/3756802673907002691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/3756802673907002691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/12/hums-silent-song.html' title='hums a silent song*'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-1779005857950823192</id><published>2009-12-02T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T12:04:54.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>counting down the days</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/8789/biskuits.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's new-_-''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-1779005857950823192?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/1779005857950823192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=1779005857950823192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/1779005857950823192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/1779005857950823192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/12/counting-down-days.html' title='counting down the days'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-5235521676397269505</id><published>2009-12-01T16:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T16:54:30.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>my december plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;.buy presents for 'the list'&lt;br /&gt;.make cards inc. for my bro's girlfriend. swt&lt;br /&gt;.super sweep thy super messy room&lt;br /&gt;.clear stuffs for donation&lt;br /&gt;.bake cookies and cakes&lt;br /&gt;.settle japanese classes&lt;br /&gt;.set up decorations&lt;br /&gt;.take cousin hang kaikai and eat her favourite super belated cake&lt;br /&gt;.follow ms.sexay back to her hometown&lt;br /&gt;.meet up for bodo christmas dinner&lt;br /&gt;.meet up mopiko&lt;br /&gt;.meet up the double A paper girls :D&lt;br /&gt;.family turkey time&lt;br /&gt;.plan plans for countdown&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is all gonna go down the drain because i have these now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img691.imageshack.us/img691/4050/booksw.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they are driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;they are like THERE but i can't read until JLPT is well over.&lt;br /&gt;i can practically hear them calling my name....asking me to flip 'em, caress the pages, smell 'em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;*cringe*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms.sexay has like around 10 more books she's gonna pass to me not that soon &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(haha she will have problem finishing her stack also)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i still have ms.rockstarr's 3 books and her whole set of Twilight that i have yet to touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARGH* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pulls hair.&lt;/span&gt; this is insane!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;can i just own a bookstore cafe-_- earn money while reading and drinking tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh! p.s//&lt;a href="http://www.bigbadwolfbooks.com/"&gt;BigBadWolfSale&lt;/a&gt; at Amcorp Mall ends tmr. but no harm sneaking out just to grab some right? besides i realize a lot of pretty girls read!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-5235521676397269505?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/5235521676397269505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=5235521676397269505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/5235521676397269505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/5235521676397269505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-december-plans.html' title='my december plans'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-7663039050192538822</id><published>2009-11-30T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:16:11.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>tuh-wen-ty-four already arh?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the ones that has been wishing every year without fail still continues.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the one that i did not expect from actually remembered &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;*major shock*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feel bad for the one that called me at midnight to sing but i missed the call-_-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the ones that were supposed to wished me did not. haha. well one wished dayssss before and the other one wished everyday for 3 wrong days and missed the correct date-_-'' very the keng is that both blamed each other for the wrong date-_-'' you two..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i had new wishes this year&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (*smiles*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;although a lot less wishes then last year, but i know everyone that wished this year are the ones that truly remember from the heart &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(or their phone reminder laughs*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;funnily i also received more presents then last year-_-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(glow in the dark panties anyone? HAHAHAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random birthday moments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i bought a strawberry tart and a slice of strawberry cake just to bring over and share it with ms.sexay and dancing queen. amos bear joined along soon after :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i ate fried egg rice with super a lot of belacan as birthday dinner celebration :D i wanted McD..but dad was sick so decided to just have it easy at home. God heard me cause amos bear bought McD's and i could steal some *laughs* and the set drink was RIBENA!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my brother and his girlfriend put up a funny cute wishing act for me &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and die also won't repeat for me to video-_- bleah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;xoxo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also wanna wish my baobei barbie and ichitaka jason for both of them share the same birthday :D&lt;br /&gt;and ms.apple pie that falls on tmr.&lt;br /&gt;may everyday be filled with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;n&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;b&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;o&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sprinkles**&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-7663039050192538822?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/7663039050192538822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=7663039050192538822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/7663039050192538822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/7663039050192538822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/11/tuh-wen-ty-four-already-arh.html' title='tuh-wen-ty-four already arh?!'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-3132856643446666506</id><published>2009-11-29T16:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:23:29.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>xoxo</title><content type='html'>:D&lt;br /&gt;i'm joining the club in 7 hours..&lt;br /&gt;and i present to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img522.imageshack.us/img522/2282/hambao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i was eating crab-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also present the evidence why i diedie also will never let jelly touch my camera anymore! like using my own people to "belakang mari"&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (attack from behind)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry you have to suffer looking at my kanasai facial expressions. in repeat mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/4955/knsz.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the "Death by Chocolate" cake minus the orchids cause ms.sexay hates them haha-_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img139.imageshack.us/img139/3188/birthady.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank my baobeis for the night.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( i also thank everyone for waiting for me to finish my crab...see. i eat really slow right?-_-) &lt;/span&gt;i know you all do everything just for me to be happy and not expecting anything in return other then my smiles &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and tears-_-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i heart you all lotslots although i don't show it.&lt;br /&gt;paiseh okay-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, this is how much i love chocolate/desserts/sweet stuffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img231.imageshack.us/img231/671/lickl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s// i broke the plastic knife while cutting the cake-_- &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(shows imaginary muscles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;won't jinx my wish kan!? although it's the same wish every year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-3132856643446666506?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/3132856643446666506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=3132856643446666506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/3132856643446666506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/3132856643446666506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/11/xoxo.html' title='xoxo'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-4677495128555359873</id><published>2009-11-28T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T16:29:19.990+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>my last MV saturday</title><content type='html'>is supposed to be filled with studying for the upcoming JLPT.&lt;br /&gt;but me being me, instead of 100% concentration on studying, i....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img130.imageshack.us/img130/4281/recipe.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have a whole lump sum of jap recipes i can try *happy lil' girl smiles*&lt;br /&gt;i can imagine my kitchen showing a sad face now hahahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img341.imageshack.us/img341/1464/artb.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniff*sniff* while the ah pek was scouting for christmas presents, instead of helping i did otherwise :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img697.imageshack.us/img697/3035/eatk.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sad* was written all over my face when that ah pek did not want to line up to eat jap. luckily he noticed a queueless Zanmai Zen. the table felt like feast. so happy. wahahahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img192.imageshack.us/img192/2133/minie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and meet ms.sony's new sugarbabe :D accidently broke the old one while traveling the last time. i was searching high and low for a replacement :D these came in those packets where you would not know what character you would get unless you open it. worth the risk since they were designed by DevilRobots :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-4677495128555359873?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/4677495128555359873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=4677495128555359873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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fridays</title><content type='html'>Fridays are officially the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"cooking day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day where my afternoon is spent cooking. hahaha :D i never thought this day will come. since ms.dance queen initiated it. it's already 3rd time in a row. i don't know whether i actually benefited&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  (other then in terms of eating)&lt;/span&gt; cause most of the time she cooks :P but so far at least my theory improved although the only practical that has improved is definitely&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "finding a way to get rid of garlic smell from fingernails fast."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-_-''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's very amazing one.  for people like me who doesn't know crap how to cook. everything also must have recipe. if not i will burn the kitchen down right? although people always say cooking is from the senses and the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er...very dangerous :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus it amazes me more when people go&lt;br /&gt;"wah. like this also got recipe meh? no need wan lar."&lt;br /&gt;and when i don't have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"wah! why you never look for recipe wan meh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T sigh&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* stabs self*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want to read cooking posts, you will have to check the bodo blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway show you my lenglui ms.hentai queen that i met up with for dinner after veryveryvery long:D&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (i'm surprised she hasn't killed me after so many ffk's sweats..i dare to say some more-_-'') &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;single and available. if you are another playboy just looking for another heart to break, just stand farfar before i bite you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/6435/stepht.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JLPT!! gan.bat.te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-5226628640326216362?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/5226628640326216362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=5226628640326216362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/5226628640326216362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/5226628640326216362'/><link 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took of ms.sexay chan's new rm30 shoes vs. her old ones :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mt.kiara night flea market. how i miss the jelly coconut that was once sold there &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(thinking bout it, it' was almost 5 years ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it feels funny to me.&lt;br /&gt;you visit some place, plant some memories....then to re-visit the place with totally different memories.&lt;br /&gt;how time can change everything and sometimes nothing.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-5518942969577141924?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/5518942969577141924/comments/default' 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src="http://img200.imageshack.us/img200/8692/feetu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img18.imageshack.us/img18/5469/comicg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img522.imageshack.us/img522/8461/xmascarol.jpg' border='0'/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-2417847299514428586?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/2417847299514428586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=2417847299514428586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/2417847299514428586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://img28.imageshack.us/img28/1615/95872384.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i initially wanted to catch some french film at Midvalley. the problem with Midvalley's GSC is that the length of the queue is forever long. whenever you stand at the back of the line, you can never see the beginning of it-_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing. GSC is so earning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the end, me and ms.sexay chan went to look at....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jengjeng* &lt;/span&gt;christmas decos :D&lt;br /&gt;seriously one of the best deco places is Metrojaya. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (i seriously can't wait to look at every where else's!! happyhappy joyjoy wheeeeeeeeee :D:D:D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will tell you now, that both of us are the ultimate girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can look at decos FOREVER. like around....prolly..2 hours? from ooh-inh and aah-ing. it ended with her wanting to buy for me a deco as xmas present which i really did not mind (and mind you they weren't cheap! rm12 for a deco ...imagine decorating a whole tree!! so exp wei!) but i being a fickle pot could not make up my puny mind and after narrowing and coming to a conclusion on which deco she should buy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....we ended up with something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still x'mas....but totally different thing. HAHAHHAHAHAH :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, that also took a while cause there were 3 colours and i was stuck between colour vs. picture. but we enjoyed ourselves &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(or at least i freaking enjoy doing useless random activities haha:P)  &lt;/span&gt;and i bet no one can guess what she bought! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heh heh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.oh. tomyum soup, lou shi fan and soursop special at murni's is how you bribe the both of us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-5857610756553361813?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/5857610756553361813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=5857610756553361813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/5857610756553361813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/5857610756553361813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-countdown-d.html' title='christmas countdown!!! :D'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-6891684120904368178</id><published>2009-11-19T17:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T17:29:15.426+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>he's a r-r-r-rrrrobot?!</title><content type='html'>so funny lar sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;the things that i'm kidding about wanting or don't put much hope happens. where else things that i really want don't happen. what's this? *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img691.imageshack.us/img691/1618/astroboymovie.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, presenting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASTROBOY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i did not expect to watch this-_-'' but surprisingly it wasn't bad. i knew the existence of AstroBoy but knew peanuts bout it. i always assumed it was a robot guy fighting bad guys &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(well, my guessing wasn't that off)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the colours used for this movie &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*shineshine eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; happy and bright, like children's book &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(what am i saying? all cartoons are like children's book in movement)&lt;/span&gt; ahahaha it was not like jam-packed with emotions but enough to make you laugh at certain parts and feel sad at some. i mean...although he was a robot made to replace the Professor's dead son, "throwing" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(disowning?)&lt;/span&gt; him away just like that was a pain to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can they not care bout robot's feelings?! isn't Doraemon one of them!? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*ROAR*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked into the old fart's eyes to show sadness at this point while saying that Doraemon thing..and all he can say was,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; "Er...where got...he's a cat...miao?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- potong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and machine guns at AstroBoy's butt? :D too cute. hahahaha brings farting to a different level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a movie to watch if you don't wanna use any brain cells and to train your eyesight to get used to his hairstyle-_-''&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-6891684120904368178?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/6891684120904368178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=6891684120904368178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/6891684120904368178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/6891684120904368178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/11/hes-r-r-r-rrrrobot.html' title='he&apos;s a r-r-r-rrrrobot?!'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-3074877619012008405</id><published>2009-11-16T12:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T12:19:16.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>my green friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img693.imageshack.us/img693/6136/alienc.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel nowadays casey is my laughing bag.&lt;br /&gt;when i feel beh-tong, i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;punch&lt;/span&gt; him then he will make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so bad...hahah like misusing a friend-_-''&lt;br /&gt;casey, if you're reading this, i'm sorry. fish, if you see this, i'm sorry to your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;but i manymany grateful for it :)&lt;br /&gt;xiexie~&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-3074877619012008405?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/3074877619012008405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=3074877619012008405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/3074877619012008405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/3074877619012008405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-green-friend.html' title='my green friend'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-1149595874459023618</id><published>2009-11-14T15:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T16:17:30.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gatherings'/><title type='text'>my daily diet</title><content type='html'>is doing not very sakai things but talking very sakai things with these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img149.imageshack.us/img149/5097/caseyfish.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet sakai couple.&lt;br /&gt;sakai left almost died from burnt tongue when i fed him hot mochi balls with black sesame:P &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*oops*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img694.imageshack.us/img694/2498/hxsylvia.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big sakai feeding small sakai :D hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/7656/ocky.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old sakai :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img9.imageshack.us/img9/1790/caseymei.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sakai putting an effort to get a pic with shy sakai :D&lt;br /&gt;it worked lar.. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;so funny lar- i nvr thought he would think of such idea. when people lift the menu not wanting to take a pic...lift together-_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usuals, it's not where, it's not when, it's always who :D &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keke*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my only regret for the day is not taking a video of Casey shaking his bumbum at BBQ Chicken-_- Casey shake for me again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-1149595874459023618?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/1149595874459023618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=1149595874459023618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/1149595874459023618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/1149595874459023618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-daily-diet.html' title='my daily diet'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-2478378738098116151</id><published>2009-11-13T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T13:44:47.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>my not that secret date</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img199.imageshack.us/img199/5468/datecopy.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did this yesterday night. how funny it is that today i did have a date.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (at megamall, that zakura restaurant if anyone was there *clears throat*) &lt;/span&gt;it was confirmed the night before after the prediction and before i went to bed :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i meant everything i said bout him in my comment. he was really nice, humble and knowledgeable. maybe a bit of naughty sarcasm. hahah but mild lar :P plus he's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wayyyy&lt;/span&gt; older. just the way i like men to be&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; *LAUGHS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a nice i think, 1 hour of chat. although there were awkward stops but i'm sure it's because it's our first time meeting. he glowed when we were at the right topics :D plus, he said the magic words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"would you like to have dessert?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *paiseh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my darling ms.mabuk i am not cheating on you. you are always my no.1&lt;br /&gt;my dear sorpor cousin, don't kepo :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s// baby bro cooked dinner :D zomg. fat-ness here i comings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-2478378738098116151?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/2478378738098116151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=2478378738098116151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/2478378738098116151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/2478378738098116151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-secret-date.html' title='my not that secret date'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-4431550574053568978</id><published>2009-11-12T14:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T14:36:40.521+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>4 hours of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img39.imageshack.us/img39/1893/pokergv.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously did not expect to catch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poker King&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*laughs* &lt;/span&gt;but since somebody wants to &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*cough* &lt;/span&gt;ended up sitting in the cinema 4th row from the front. aiks. surprisingly it was not bad. maybe it has been some time since i caught a cantonese movie plus usually they are a disappointment. lucky this wasn't. i was also watching it in total blur until there was a point where they explained poker rules and i went "OHHHH" hahahaha straightaway got a whack on my head-_-' wathe-ef. for a comedy show i shall now declared that i cried-_- I CRIED. zzzz. cause i thought it was touching.....sigh* i need plasticine to block my tear duct or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img691.imageshack.us/img691/2108/2012posterk.jpg' border='0' alt='Image Hosted by ImageShack.us'/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2012&lt;/span&gt;.......was ar...like Noah's ark in a high-tech version. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*laughs*&lt;/span&gt; i don't know, it felt like any other disaster movie. main character always survive. go through all kinds of catastrophe....but seriously if this were to really happen. i really think that all we can do is wait for death. everything was happening so fast. i doubt there's much you can do. plus it is showed as real as it is.....only 'certain' people will have the chance to survive..-_-'' but it was touching at certain parts. you know that deep down in the end of the day, blood is thicker (redder?) than water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also...cause your dear bulat here drank a lot of water.....her bladder was gonna burst towards the end of the movie where all the excitement is and the flood scenes weren't helping.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ARGH*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-4431550574053568978?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/4431550574053568978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=4431550574053568978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/4431550574053568978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/4431550574053568978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/11/4-hours-of-my-life.html' title='4 hours of my life'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-7788088876891930288</id><published>2009-11-11T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T11:56:07.564+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>congratulations ♥ ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img682.imageshack.us/img682/4716/couplecopy.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the newly wed couple &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;muarks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for letting me witness your first step to happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first time going for a wedding registration &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yes i'm outdated)&lt;/span&gt; and i must tell you....one of my most shocking experience. i did not know registration can be so...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright i guess it was because of the lady in charge of reading the oath. she was so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"selamba"&lt;/span&gt;. like anything, whatever, so you guys are the 100000 thousand couple to be married here. ho-hum* let's get this done and over with attitude-_-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; sigh*&lt;/span&gt; amazing. plus she can suddenly say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"the form is rm4 okay?" &lt;/span&gt;added with the ending highlight of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "you wanna exchange rings? exchangelar!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(in malay- you mau tukar cincin, tukarlarh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it is supposed to be like this. or maybe cause western shows have spoilt us all. so reality is kinda hard to accept. if it wasn't for pocky who cleared some stuffs. i would have more stuffs to say-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the grand highlight of the whole event was the bridegroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"will you take ms.smiley as your lawful wedded wife?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(in bm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he answered, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"yeap!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"aper yeapyeap!? cakap ya saya setuju"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(what yeapyeap? say i do.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA cute-nyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and congratulations to myself-_- i did not know wedding ring is put into the right hand of the woman. wathe-effingpotatochips. where was i all these while?!-_- mars?! and...i followed my parents to their wedding resgistration. i was 2 LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-7788088876891930288?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/7788088876891930288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=7788088876891930288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/7788088876891930288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/7788088876891930288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/11/congratulations.html' title='congratulations ♥ ♥'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-5351339089766164181</id><published>2009-11-10T14:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T14:12:48.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>our bond</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img689.imageshack.us/img689/8816/ikancopy.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is through this ikan bakar at chow yang. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(super old stolen pic :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot describe how much the 3 of us love this fish. i also cannot describe how much i love the sourish onion chilli. i love it so much that despite the fact that i diarrhea the next day every time i eat this ikan bakar &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(it's cause it's too spicy until my tummy cannot take it, not the fish is bad)&lt;/span&gt; i still go back for more :D&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (yar, i say i can't described then i did-_-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's written all over our 3 faces that we love it to bits and pieces and it's now a tradition to celebrate there on mr.boxer's birthday-_- &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(2 years in a row considered enough to make it a tradition kan?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been quite some time since i met them. sometimes i feel bad cause the way i talk to them can be a lil bit snotty. i really don't know why. it's a bad habit i have developed towards guys since secondary school when i found out how horrible they can be behind you. so i tend not to give face. i seriously have to work on this-_- bleah*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-5351339089766164181?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/5351339089766164181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=5351339089766164181&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/5351339089766164181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/5351339089766164181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-bond.html' title='our bond'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-2412826248906149511</id><published>2009-11-09T13:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T13:53:43.820+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>unclorox-ed brains</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img43.imageshack.us/img43/7900/dildom.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had McDonald's Happy Meal today and this was the free toy given.&lt;br /&gt;it's a SAXOPHONE. repeat after me. SAX-O-PHONE.&lt;br /&gt;and all dear ms.boob queen could say was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;"why you mms a picture of a dildo to us?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARGH*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why her brains 24/7 function senget wan?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-2412826248906149511?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/2412826248906149511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=2412826248906149511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/2412826248906149511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/2412826248906149511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/11/unclorox-ed-brains.html' title='unclorox-ed brains'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-3798710585049702842</id><published>2009-11-07T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:33:39.749+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>gives lil girl smiles :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/8656/lilies.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. flowers in my room! wahahahaha &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*happyhappy flyfly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't care la although its just 3 stalks. ms.sexay bought for herself but her vase cannot fit so she gave me some&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (heh* i still happy don't care)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; can't believe the empty Snapple bottles etc. that i keep in case i feel like doing something crafty one day, which i felt like throwing just the day before cause they suddenly feel like rubbish instead, came in handy-_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img132.imageshack.us/img132/6779/memeimei.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Waterlily again. sweat. with family this time so managed to try few more dishes :D meet the orgasmic dessert. sago, few kinds of fruits&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; (jackfruit.watermelon.banana etc)&lt;/span&gt; coconut and what nots in a big cup! :D i love people who love desserts and people who doesn't. people who love will just love them with me! people who doesn't means you can eat their share. win win situation! :D heh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we had wine! which me and ms.sexay fell flat asleep on my bed after 2 glasses-_- so weak haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. and flipping our pictures from way back. my hair style has been the same for manymany years-_- fringe and just depending how long or how short is my length-_- from ears to shoulder. ms.sexay has changed gazillion hairstyles. see. what happens when your mom is a hairdresser and face is prettier-_- hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-3798710585049702842?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/3798710585049702842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=3798710585049702842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/3798710585049702842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/3798710585049702842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/11/gives-lil-girl-smiles-d.html' title='gives lil girl smiles :D'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-932453341170020357</id><published>2009-11-06T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T01:07:18.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>fashion is not my forte</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img130.imageshack.us/img130/1237/leggings.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first they were leggings, maybe it has been around for a long time but it only got famous like 2 years back? i recalled it being really famous around .....the mid 90's cause i was 12 then and mom was a HUGE fan of leggings. she had all kinds of prints! -_- frankly i hated them. i don't know why. maybe cause i was FAT and they make my legs look like FOREST TREE TRUNKS?&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (they still do but oh well)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recalled her favourite print was one in Marilyn Monroe popart style. she made me wear it to one of the popular girl's birthday party &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(not mentioning her name here laughs*)&lt;/span&gt; and i also remembered how it tore a hole in the middle of the pants once i sat down cause i was too fat! -_- &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIGH* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;spent the whole night covering that hole by sitting down nicely and leaving as early as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is why i hate leggings. although i find it a ridiculous need nowadays cause of popular long tops come short dresses. blah-_- but nope. i own ONE black leggings in case of emergency but have yet to use it cause i can never get past that trauma-_- &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROAR*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img690.imageshack.us/img690/3599/padded.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we have padded shoulders which i recall it being famous during mom's era too. cause i remember giving this horrendous look albeit being 6 only, when mom wore it to work almost everyday. prolly they were called 'power jackets' back then. work jackets with padded shoulders. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;SO UGLY LARH. OMG. &lt;/span&gt;i don't know what was so in about it. i just know it felt wrong-_- the fact that it is making a comeback, it's giving me the shivers though all i saw so far were small padded shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause there's always pretty women out there modeling them to make them look hot and fashionable. making you succumb to it thinking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"actually not so bad what" &lt;/span&gt;which i pray i will never fall into such category-_- &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;argh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a hard time accepting gladiator flats too-_- don't know why. some really looked nice. but some.....seriously.....bird cage gone wrong. sigh. girls and fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-932453341170020357?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/932453341170020357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=932453341170020357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/932453341170020357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/932453341170020357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/11/fashion-is-not-my-forte.html' title='fashion is not my forte'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-1570819932464523868</id><published>2009-11-05T12:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T01:06:03.026+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>10800 seconds</title><content type='html'>that is how long me and mr.fries can talk.&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly without awkward stops. it's funny.&lt;br /&gt;is it because we are both talkative?&lt;br /&gt;because we can talk about anything under the sun inc. slippers?&lt;br /&gt;because both of us has nothing to hide or hold back?&lt;br /&gt;because we are not afraid to be ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;because we are in sync?&lt;br /&gt;because we don't talk on a daily basis so we have much more to share when we meet up?&lt;br /&gt;because we accept one another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img264.imageshack.us/img264/5561/talkingj.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are different in many ways yet we are the same.&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know how to explain but i noticed it's always an impromptu meeting. usually with him just saying in random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"eh? why you home wan? come. let's go kaikai. kakaka"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i so far always say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"let's go!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resulting him giving me the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"O.o"&lt;/span&gt; look every.single.time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how funny every time i feel i just need somebody to talk (take) my mind off things his invitation comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk bout &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freakay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and who the heck walks halfway will say things like,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; "eh can we just sit down and talk. i like talking. talking's better" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SWEAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-1570819932464523868?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/1570819932464523868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=1570819932464523868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/1570819932464523868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/1570819932464523868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/11/10800-seconds.html' title='10800 seconds'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-2080734627652803351</id><published>2009-11-04T13:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:32:01.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>out of the blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img697.imageshack.us/img697/84/amos.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were randomly talking bout fruits while eating at kei tak sek. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(wheee~ mr.cookie gave me his honeydew loh's cherry haha :D)&lt;/span&gt; when he said the above sentence-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sudden...i din't expect someone like him. so straight and dead sometimes will suddenly come out something lame and random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost chocked on my fungus whatever drink. sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha baby got a bigger shock la i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-2080734627652803351?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/2080734627652803351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=2080734627652803351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/2080734627652803351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/2080734627652803351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/11/out-of-blue.html' title='out of the blue'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-2400674266949863274</id><published>2009-11-03T13:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T01:31:00.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A cup meets E cup</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img692.imageshack.us/img692/8499/boobsy.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor jpeg. resolution. it reads 'long time no see' &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;urg*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; can't save in low resolution anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up till now whenever i see ms.boobs. my boobs whom are already small will feel 10 times smaller then they already are.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and it took six long years for me to look at her face when i talk to her cause apparently last time my eyes will automatically look at her boobs and talk, not her face-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously i will just have to stick to this whole situation and love my small boobies cause it's not like there's a boob dance i can do to make them bigger right?! -_-!!&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-2400674266949863274?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/2400674266949863274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=2400674266949863274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/2400674266949863274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/2400674266949863274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-has-been-6-years.html' title='A cup meets E cup'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-7436702794228162363</id><published>2009-11-01T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:08:22.639+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Meal Order 9994</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Organic Recipe&lt;br /&gt;B3-09-11, Casa Utama,&lt;br /&gt;Lorong Lebuh Bandar Utama PJU 6A,&lt;br /&gt;47400 PJ.&lt;br /&gt;Tel : 03-7729 0236&lt;br /&gt;Fax : 03-7729 023&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like vegetarian when they don't taste like one :D&lt;br /&gt;laughs*&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i really get baffled by all these vegetarian food. just cause you can't eat meat&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (or not supposed to) &lt;/span&gt;so you settle for superficial meat which in the end of the day feels like real to me....kinda defeating the whole purpose of going vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ironic thing is calling all "meat" dishes and end up with no veggies! might as well i go to a proper restaurant and order like 6 different kind of veggies right? arg* laughs* but we are humans and ar...this complexity makes us interesting as a whole &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(saving my own ass here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i must have seen Organic Recipe's signboard &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(you know those, restaurant name. insert arrow pointing to loc)&lt;/span&gt; like more then 100 times. yes, cause i have to pass by that particular road to get home. ms.boob queen has tried it and LOVED the place. mom's is a vegetarian freelancer &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(eat by mood kind)&lt;/span&gt; so off we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img682.imageshack.us/img682/3314/shopfront.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with clear directions, easily the restaurant can be located and seriously it was definitely way off from what i had in mind. they had an air conned area and non air conned. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(smoking.non-smoking)(inside.outside) &lt;/span&gt;whatever works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img690.imageshack.us/img690/176/outw.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the drink station is outside with lush greenery around. enough oxygen and air circulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img200.imageshack.us/img200/2933/16050759.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the inside had an area selling organic food items such as enzyme, rice, honey etc. it was a cross between cosy and chinese feel-_- like it's cosy cause of the colour theme but then again it was tables and tables packed like chinese restaurant. laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img689.imageshack.us/img689/3955/fish.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fish. Rm11.90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taste was there. but then again anything with chilli base has taste. texture was not bad. haha not that it tasted like fish texture but you can feel it's organic-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img81.imageshack.us/img81/97/yamxy.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yam basket. Rm13.90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the yam was not bad. but the veggie inside was only soso although i was like&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 'omg! pine nuts?!'&lt;/span&gt;. then again maybe cause bell peppers are not my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img195.imageshack.us/img195/9287/seaweedballs.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seaweed rice ball. RM3.90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was dry to me. at least i know the seaweed is confirm the unsalted healthy kind. you can actually taste the actual seaweed taste people use to cook soup.  talking bout rice they serve white(RM1.50) and brown(RM3.00) not sure bout the white, but the brown rice was really dry and loose. maybe it's healthier that way&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (or maybe cause they put water while cooking it) &lt;/span&gt;i like my rice semi-sticky. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/6661/veggiepopiah.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;popiah-ish salad. RM5.90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know,  my mom chooses food that has pictures and food that has a varieties of colour-_- haha. this is definitely for the healthy. not bad with a tinge of some juice but if you feel like a cannibal that day skip this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img689.imageshack.us/img689/7113/tdu.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tofu. RM10.90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tofu will always be tofu.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(although i love tofu to bits and pieces)&lt;/span&gt; it's the sauce that makes the difference unless the tofu is really great on it's own. nothing special to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img690.imageshack.us/img690/3999/fruiteteacopy.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fruit Tea Rm9.90. RM3 for hot water refill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far i noticed vegetarian shops all serve super chun fruit teas like these. hahaha funny how people are willing to pay so much when it's actually simple to make at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was something that caught my attention in the menu that i wanted to try but no one wanted to support my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tom Yum soup in COCONUT.&lt;/span&gt; omg. must be heavenly. feels and sounds heavenly. argh* i shall go back 2nd round although everything i ate wasn't much to scream for!! ROAR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-7436702794228162363?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/7436702794228162363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=7436702794228162363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/7436702794228162363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/7436702794228162363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/11/meal-order-9994.html' title='Meal Order 9994'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-7387733045063436698</id><published>2009-10-31T03:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T04:13:21.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>flower girls on halloween</title><content type='html'>ms.sexay wanted to get flowers for her ex-boss's wife's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;so off we went in her lil kenari to KL :D&lt;br /&gt;right to the big ass wholeseller shop that my mom always goes to during CNY.&lt;br /&gt;but actually we accidently stumbled onto another shop tucked away in between some alley &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(unfortunately after we bought our purchases)&lt;/span&gt; which had better colour sense with the wrappings &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(counts one okay!)&lt;/span&gt; and the flowers had those glorious smell &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;*bliss*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img222.imageshack.us/img222/3756/flowergirl.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at her in her lil pretty floral dress and happy bright flower colours :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost went berserk seeing all the flowers and how cheap they were. i'm sorry. despite how girls always say flowers are a waste of money. girls will always freaking like flowers. it's like the head arguing with the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh*&lt;/span&gt; if i had the chance&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (and the money to get the flowers). &lt;/span&gt;i feel like doing what yotsuba did. haha be a flower cupid. basically handing out flowers to random people on the street. but i'm so uncute. i will prolly scare people &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/6518/flowergirl2.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to take lar! :D all the time i was like. FLOWERS! smile. FLOWERS! smile. FLOWERS! smile. lucky i was with her, i worry other people will think i'm a psychotic. can be myself around her more freely &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*dances*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img94.imageshack.us/img94/6879/xmasflowers.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D everytime i see this. reminds me of love and kisses. long inside story. and i would like to keep it that way &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img688.imageshack.us/img688/4365/roses.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy bright roses! :D don't know who invented the 3 roses = 1 love you etc. very romantic and all i know but to me always the more the merrier and better :D keke and bloomed ones matters too! nicer ma. not meh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img691.imageshack.us/img691/1064/kukfa.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walaoeh. since when chrysanthemum so the nice one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/2685/flowersf.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are called "keh leh feh" flowers. flowers used to just accompany the main one O_o why?! these are not pretty enough to be main flowers meh?! odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took like gazillion photos more. can't put all up. blogger might ban me O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/8671/smeiroses.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then a brilliant idea striked up &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(okay it wasn't that brilliant but at least it solved the what to buy problem) &lt;/span&gt;to buy a bouquet for dear baby's belated present and giving a surprise to her by leaving it in her room. sure shock her when she reaches home &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(which d'oh happened. LOL) &lt;/span&gt;the normal old technique that never fails. hahaha :D least expected rocks when the outcome is a good one.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (so far i noticed small surprises works. big ones usually don't :P)&lt;/span&gt; sad thing bout these roses was only 1 had smell amongst all 12 stalks. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mieh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img94.imageshack.us/img94/9117/smei.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the card to be slotted into the bouquet and halloween cupcake :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ke ai~ :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got to know where to get helium balloons at a cheaper rate then those wedding places -_- imma gonna launch the idea i have been having for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;effing long time&lt;/span&gt;. i just need someone's birthday now. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROAR*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-7387733045063436698?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/7387733045063436698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=7387733045063436698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/7387733045063436698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/7387733045063436698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/11/flower-girls-on-halloween.html' title='flower girls on halloween'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-905968768236684968</id><published>2009-10-30T02:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T03:21:33.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>the time traveler's wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/7462/thetimetravelerswifel.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the golden rule.&lt;br /&gt;books are always better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i can't really judge the movie cause the book was more detailed and precised. but perhaps they did well in extracting what was important since so far no one &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(or whomever i knew that has watched) &lt;/span&gt;complained bout it. siu mai even said it was touching and cried. the book was way more touching i felt. yes. they tweaked the ending ever so slightly. but then again, thank God i read the book cause it made me feel clearer in general. lil ms.chicken was asking questions and talking throughout the whole movie &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(a habit that hasn't changed since form 2!)&lt;/span&gt; so i din't really felt the climax etc. of the movie. just enjoying a private girl session with her :P&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (and felt lucky the guy behind din't kill us for talking so much and kinda loud haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not for guys who likes action pack and don't have a tiny bit of emotion in their heart or people expecting high expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i quote lil ms.chicken,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "somewhat in between The Notebook(the better movie) and P.S I love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to catch the Notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dammit. now i have to buy or download&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "500 days of summer".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img81.imageshack.us/img81/7285/aud.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh :D lil ms chicken and i shall thank her for accompanying me to watch this movie with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; genuine feelings &lt;/span&gt;of wanting to catch the movie.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*blessed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heh* &lt;/span&gt;anne:D since you read my blog. her and her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"uh-hm" &lt;/span&gt;are going on well for now :D i still enjoy teasing her to bits and pieces. catch up on Nov &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*muarks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-905968768236684968?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/905968768236684968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=905968768236684968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/905968768236684968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/905968768236684968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-travelers-wife.html' title='the time traveler&apos;s wife'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-5118396570339542072</id><published>2009-10-29T11:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T01:29:42.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>happy round things</title><content type='html'>haha sounds wrong :D but i'm sure many happy things come in round *ah-hmm* clears throat (thick skin-nyer)&lt;br /&gt;anyhooooooo..... :D&lt;br /&gt;seee!!!! *shoves the picture to your face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img94.imageshack.us/img94/9679/cupcakesm.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super cute :D i mean i have seen a lot on the internet and all but first time seeing one in my fridge. got a lovely shock! +10+10 for baby bro's friend. he's a chef in learning and although pastry/desserts are not his strong points but i realized he does give around (or maybe more to my house) cause my family has very strong sweet 'teeth'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img21.imageshack.us/img21/1262/cucpakes2.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala :D actually his group of friends are selling them at rm2.50 per cupcake. so cheap! omg. can die. wathe-ef. (they raising funds to buy their chef uniform at rm600 per piece ler)..ouch* the fact that the cupcake was big some more! imagine how much cuppacakes and every other cupcake shop earns *glares* i know lar, pay for design and brand maaa....but mom prefers this. prolly suits older and non sweet tooth people. more cake. less icing. haha i think it serves well with coffee/tea :D i love the deco on top (prolly marzipan) the taste rocks! taste like semi-medicine and i love cough medicine taste *clears throat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/2813/creampuff.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CREAM PUFF!! look at this baby! oooooozeeeee :D sigh* i just ate it but i feel hungers for another. i'm an easily bribed lil girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ordered some for baby and mr.fries's birthday this weekend. might as well have some halloween-ish cupcakes cum birthday cake :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-5118396570339542072?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/5118396570339542072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=5118396570339542072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/5118396570339542072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/5118396570339542072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-round-things.html' title='happy round things'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-7826267395049072194</id><published>2009-10-28T01:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T02:00:08.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Michael Jackson : This Is It</title><content type='html'>the movie showed me a glimpse of Michael Jackson true self. (which means it did live up to the tagline given for the movie : Discover the man you never knew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img692.imageshack.us/img692/5053/102870michaeljacksonthi.jpg' border='0' alt='Image Hosted by ImageShack.us'/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how humble he is. &lt;br /&gt;he says his thanks and gives his blessings. he spreads the love whenever he can. he also motivates people. at one part he said to his guitarist, "it's your turn (or was it time) to shine. we will be with you". you can actually feel his sincerity when he said it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how meticulous he is.&lt;br /&gt;how he knows what he wants and how he wants things to be done. he makes sure everything is pin point perfect, not for him but for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how playful he can be.&lt;br /&gt;he kids around..lightly and i found it cute that he sucks on a lollipop while watching rehearsals haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how talented he is.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, who doesn't know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's truly a performer. he starts dancing once the music starts O_o at 50 with such dance moves....i tell you, i sway worse than a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course other bits and pieces of him that i can't simply jot it down here. you would have to catch the movie and watch it, feel it for yourself. the man himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone knows that Michael Jackson was truly a living talent and this show just proves it even more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am pretty sure i head sobbings somewhere in the cinema. it's not surprising to hear them. even for me, i was really deeply moved by the whole movie and it's never too late to praise the King of Pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s// my mom couldn't stop saying how wasting it is for the whole time she was taking bits and pieces off the film and using whatever footage shown and made up her own mini Michael Jackson concert in her brain while humming to certain songs. also she kept complaining how thin he was haha O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s// Premiers are scary. or maybe just this time around cause the whole Cathay Cineplex Damansara was showing the movie. i got a shock fighting my way through in-_- and then getting my way out of E-curve. *Faints*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-7826267395049072194?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/7826267395049072194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=7826267395049072194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/7826267395049072194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/7826267395049072194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/10/michael-jackson-this-is-it.html' title='Michael Jackson : This Is It'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-1659961807904900962</id><published>2009-10-26T15:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:11:38.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>pet peeve #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src='http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/8964/roar.jpg' border='0' alt='Image Hosted by ImageShack.us'/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learned that i reallyreallyreally hate people forcing me to finish food when i'm already full to my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can give in once or twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not every single.freaking.time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't say the overused phrase of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "think of all the poor and starving children in *insert some 3rd world country*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay since you are thinking of them and care so much, you eat. you swallow. don't ask me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels wasting to see food go to waste?! either get used to it, the next time; share or tarpau back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i din't know i hated it so much until recently when my mom keeps asking me to swallow her share. she wants to eat a lot of varieties but can't finish-_- then don't orderlar! whatisthis. unless our 2 dustbins are with us. do not take me as a replacement dustbin! i can't live up to it! then she complains why we waste food. arg* pulls hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not lying when i say i'm full. my stomach won't take in salty food much. after a few God knws how many bites. i'm full. hence i'm always sharing and the bill is divided equally even if i just had 4 bites of the whole big plate. i'm fine. cause i deal with my own kns tummy habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can eat a whole 1/2 KG cake, 1 tub of ice-cream and still have other desserts cause that's how i have programmed myself to eat. i like desserts and that's how it goes. also one of the reason why i don't eat much.  i need less salty food to contra with my horrifying dessert habits. i am a normal girl. i am scared of being fatter than i am already now. i went through HELL when i was really fatter back then in sec. school and college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am also in full mind that i will prolly die a diabetic one day. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erg* now i am thinking whether i force people to finish food. this is the bleahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-1659961807904900962?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/1659961807904900962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=1659961807904900962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/1659961807904900962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/1659961807904900962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/10/pet-peeve-1.html' title='pet peeve #1'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-2268747102529231250</id><published>2009-10-25T22:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T10:26:37.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Cloudy with a chance of meatballs</title><content type='html'>One word to summarize this whole movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the start to the end. it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lame to me is fuh-nay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's stupid kind of funny. if you can take it, by all means laugh like us. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOUD AND HARD :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not...ar...be like my other half :D stared blankly half the time. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/5382/cloudywithachanceofmeatj.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ask me definitely can't beat UP but beat Monsters Vs. Aliens hands down! :D certain jokes were classic, some remakes, expressions &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(like the dad's..and the kissing moments) &lt;/span&gt;were priceless..all in all, coming out of the cinema laughing over small silly things is always better then confusion over the non-understandable storyline kinda movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus cartoons always have better moral values in the end of the day. i feel. maybe it's to educate kids (and adults)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please...please...haha do not think so much like.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;."eiyer so dirty..how to eat from the floor the food...omg so toxic leh ingredients from clouds and you know rain not clean what."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it's like this cinema should start restricting saying for ages 8 and below AT HEART. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(aiks. sorry prawn babe! i know you din't mean it but aiyoo.....don't lar spoil the movie for yourself.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the whole cinema prolly heard me went berserk when i saw ice-cream town :D hahahah omg. what's there not to like bout comfort food?! you tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what girls do after watching movie? SHOP-_- &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARGH*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Overspend wei this month. but it was rm15 a shirt!!! i can't believe i'm having a bimbo complaint moment-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moment end.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-2268747102529231250?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/2268747102529231250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=2268747102529231250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/2268747102529231250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/2268747102529231250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/10/cloudy-with-chance-of-meatballs.html' title='Cloudy with a chance of meatballs'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-4136399095056737213</id><published>2009-10-24T11:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T17:30:25.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>peanut butter and jelly</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src='http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2998/pbjellycopy.jpg' border='0' alt='Image Hosted by ImageShack.us'/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;so is jerry your christian name or?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;..you know, actually i wanted Jeffrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;*peanut butter's eyes open widewide*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;then how the fish you ended up with jerry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;well...cause i wanted Jeffrey at 1st then i wanted to make those bracelets that have your name? one alphabet per cube? it was famous back then right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;yes jerry..i know. we don't have that much of a generation gap lar haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;okay haha but i had enough for 5 cubes only..and that's how Jerry came along from Jeffrey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;seriously why didn't you use Jeff instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;*silence*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yahor! why dint i think of that!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg so lame lar my other half's other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as long that bad boy look of his, beneath is a good guy heart. i'm all okay to pass my other half to you: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just lemme mormor her dai bei once in a while. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiexie :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-4136399095056737213?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-1595965640488369583</id><published>2009-10-23T10:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T10:31:07.341+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>love = happy hormones</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img203.imageshack.us/img203/2301/loveslippers.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms.eyebrow says:&lt;br /&gt;ms.hamtan siao liao&lt;br /&gt;siao in love&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;suddenly smile one&lt;br /&gt;stoning also smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms.bulat says:&lt;br /&gt;wait, whn u're in love&lt;br /&gt;ure gonna do tat too&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-1595965640488369583?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/1595965640488369583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=1595965640488369583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/1595965640488369583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/1595965640488369583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-happy-hormones.html' title='love = happy hormones'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-6352435893568031950</id><published>2009-10-22T08:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T09:15:03.998+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>*heh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img96.imageshack.us/img96/9104/latinx.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to catch some of them.&lt;br /&gt;i saw korean fest too!&lt;br /&gt;so if i suddenly stopped blogging. you  know where i went.&lt;br /&gt;harvesting my bum :D&lt;br /&gt;kakaka&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='*heh*'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-42939443070318171</id><published>2009-10-21T18:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T18:44:16.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>my sick day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"doctor! i have 2 pimples on my tongue for 3 days already!!! it's painful!"&lt;/span&gt; points to the back of my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"..er..."&lt;/span&gt;presses it with some ice-cream stick looking thing..&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"it's some bacteria infection....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proceeds to press my throat&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; "pain?...hm..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nodded while trying to make sure that the thermometer does not drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"hmm...okaylar no fever..nothing much"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"so..doc why do i have this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"...well can be from sharing someone's saliva&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt; (when he said, he looked at me as  if i just had a hot and heavy session with a guy the night before-_-)&lt;/span&gt;...eating...breathing..i don't know..depends."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"....what can i not eat?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"porridge...mee soup..these kind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay he must have heard me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"can i eat burger?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*shiny eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"....no..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"can i eat ice cream!?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*bigger shiny eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"...er canLarh-_-...but these 2 days no heavy heaty solids alright?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this Doc just that-_- seriously he doesn't know the meaning of smiling-_- kanasai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/2884/medk.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his nurses lagi "beh tong"&lt;br /&gt;they forced me to eat medication on the spot and started talking amongst themselves. when i tried to voice out about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'something' &lt;/span&gt;they notion in sign language to ask me take the medicine and not talk.&lt;br /&gt;well..after i swallow i announced, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"i haven't had my breakfast"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;priceless faces&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"OMG! why you haven't eat! how can you come with an empty stomach?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why not?!!!&lt;br /&gt;and why not you wanna listen to your sick patient?! omg.&lt;br /&gt;Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had ice-cream after that. felt muchmuch better :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-42939443070318171?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/42939443070318171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=42939443070318171&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/42939443070318171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/42939443070318171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-sick-day.html' title='my sick day'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-726193559687723711</id><published>2009-10-12T11:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T12:41:55.618+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>we were order no: 1018</title><content type='html'>information comes 1st :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE WATERLILY BISTRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no.11-G, 11-1 &amp;amp; 11-2,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jalan Mutiara Tropicana 3,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mutiara Tropicana, 474110 PJ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tel : 03-7803 6603&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(as long you know where is Jaya Grocer in BU area, you can see it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe just yesterday i was telling my baby bro that the corner restaurant looks nice and the next day i'm here sitting while flipping the menu-_- talk bout express. i just blindly asked pocky to see the place so that we can survey and drop by the next time to eat. erm.. in simplier terms, lemme be prepared for the pricing &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway pocky wanted to eat *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wtfishingsauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;* as i smelled the heavenly aroma of the food-_- right there and then i regretted drinking 2 bowls of soup at 5pm-_- haha. bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img203.imageshack.us/img203/1251/greenteax.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway heads up&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, Green tea RM6.oo&lt;/span&gt; same price as Barley Lime, some speciality drink i saw right after the tea was ordered. laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's scary-_- i have adopted the habit of either ordering water&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (save money mar..btw mineral water RM4 in the menu) &lt;/span&gt;or tea&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (cause cheap and refillable)&lt;/span&gt; that sometimes i miss out better drinks on the menu even if it means paying rm13 for some exotic named druit juice which is actually nothing to shout about sometimes-_- aih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img527.imageshack.us/img527/8702/icebledpulut.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iced Bled Pulut RM9.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was.....not bad actually cause it wasn't overly strong in taste but then again if you like the original tong sui black pulut with santan, then skip this.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img97.imageshack.us/img97/2922/minek.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nasi Campur Chicken Rendang (or you can opt. for Beef) RM33.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D girls will share this plate. d'0h hahah with (clockwise) sate, squid, fish fillet,prawn, some fried keropok thing,chicken rendang, rice, erm..kangkung?&lt;br /&gt;2 plates with sauces and a radish, diced veggie and some coconut sesame thing on the other plate-_- God i'm bad at this. the red sauce was a bit spicy, green was a bit oily but i preferred the latter.&lt;br /&gt;not bad the plate. nothing really to scream about but definitely makes you happy just to see there's so much colour on the plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img230.imageshack.us/img230/6738/pockyde.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dory Fish RM24.oo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they also had the option of 'something'+'something' (eg.beef + chicken) with mash potato and the works for a slightly higher price bt definitely filling. i mean who won't be-_- pocky had to opt for this cause he was 100% confirm he has to help me finish my food &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fish was slightly better maybe cause it was thicker hence juicier, mine was puny anf flat compared to his hahah the sauce tasted like something you would eat with meat O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw desserts on the menu!!! :D but&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; arg*&lt;/span&gt; i was so full i felt like i was gonna deliver anytime and half my time was looking at other people's babies-_- they were carrying their babies around and the babies were coo-ing. so cute! God. not good for the hormones-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway :D worth the try cause if the food does not appeal to you, at least embrace the ambiance. i can't believe of all things i did not take the place-_- ridiculous. basically felt like bali with all the wood settings and yellow light which is thankfully not too bright nor too dim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*burp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; excuse me.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-726193559687723711?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/726193559687723711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=726193559687723711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/726193559687723711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/726193559687723711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-were-order-no-1018.html' title='we were order no: 1018'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-8870889359727780968</id><published>2009-10-11T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T08:18:25.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>the 2 important sakais in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img202.imageshack.us/img202/5179/sorporss.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comes with a heavy price to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 outing with them = 100000 calories-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walao. stuffed myself full to the brim with them! maybe it's just ms.chicken-_- enthusiastically from one plate to another. wherethefrappucino she stores  them?!-_- i'm thankful her illegal other half can keep up with her. i definitely can't. for the 1st time my wallet can but my tummy can't. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss them already! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;argh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and i watched....&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1134629/"&gt;The Private Lives of Pippa Lee&lt;/a&gt;.. :D happy&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i thought i would have to catch it alone but they were like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"we want to watch!!!!"&lt;/span&gt; i really can't take it when people say okay but on their face shows reluctancy-_- sigh. don't want saylar don't want. difficult isit? the whole show? haha not up to what i expected but there were a few good laughing moments. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*remembers Keanu Reeves chest*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img230.imageshack.us/img230/6671/bbfood.jpg' border='0' alt='Image Hosted by ImageShack.us'/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and the Jaya Grocer in BU? :D has baby food!! i mean like. nice. looking. baby. food-_- i think when i feel rich some day i'm gonna buy one packet and down it-_- and they have Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's. lemme see if there's a day my tummy decides to let loose and be free-_- har har. don't care. i will eat it anyway.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*saves up money and calories*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh. the photo above? that's the status of our love life :D&lt;br /&gt;and erm..that's how lil ms.chicken held the cam. hahaha :D silly woman.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; (actually i teach wan. hohoho.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;rar &lt;/span&gt;rar &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;rar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-8870889359727780968?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/8870889359727780968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=8870889359727780968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/8870889359727780968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/8870889359727780968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/10/2-important-sakais-in-my-life.html' title='the 2 important sakais in my life'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-8068066603923977164</id><published>2009-10-10T02:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T02:43:26.182+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>not even 24 hours.</title><content type='html'>i learned that me and my lesbo queen can be damn impromptu-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img94.imageshack.us/img94/6274/lesbos.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from a let's do shopformycontactlenseswaxandhavecheaplunchifgottimegowatchsurrogates to spent30bucksonkoreanfoodjusttonotbuyanycontactsbutboughtwaxandtoothpastewentoss2then&lt;br /&gt;uptownthenmt.solaristohaveteatimeinacoffeebeanfeellikeplacesomemorespendmoneyoncandy&lt;br /&gt;thenrushhomecausethebulatshaveplans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like all over the place and every shop we went in we spent&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; moo-lah&lt;/span&gt; O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or more like i made her spend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also learned that a girl can never have too many dresses and one must buy for emergencies-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img235.imageshack.us/img235/5706/bimbo.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but erm..i din't&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Laughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D i'm still thinking bout it. by the time i think thoroughly, the dress must be gone. then what's the point of thinking. sometimes i really don't understand myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img57.imageshack.us/img57/6158/tummy.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;introducing one of the random stuffs i bought. it's a straw with some edible stuffs inside-_- well they are now in Tammy. yes. meet Tammy. my baby bro's girlfriend. never ever leaves his side :D &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(or more like front)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed to watch &lt;a href="http://www.malaysianphilharmonic.com/index.php"&gt;MOTN&lt;/a&gt; at Philharmonic. my first proper orchestra :D surprisingly i din't fall sleep and the most interesting 'thing' to watch was definitely the conductor whose pants keep falling cause he jumped a lot and the ..erm..main violinist?&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cause his face was having so much emotions. you can tell he was really enjoying every single bit of whatever he was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have Mia Palencia and Roger Wang on Monday night. i can feel it's gonna be good cause Mia's voice is like ...sorry i have no vocab to describe it. can't believe she's younger then me-_- bleah. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;argh*&lt;/span&gt; i wish i was going&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Laughs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also learned that my mom's voice can be of a loud decibel cause when she was sounding me through the phone, people in LRT were looking at me. aiks O_o great lung powerlar ma. must be all that karaoke sessions every Sat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-8068066603923977164?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/8068066603923977164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=8068066603923977164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/8068066603923977164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/8068066603923977164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-even-24-hours.html' title='not even 24 hours.'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-1715066979149093818</id><published>2009-10-08T10:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T12:06:31.292+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>my funny mother.</title><content type='html'>mom, Dancing Queen and I were having lunch at Dragon-i today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to my mom's strategic view, she was eye-ing on a couple nearby and all kinds of jiggly-wiggly were in her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as we were leaving the restaurant she nudged both of us to look and the scene was actually a late-twenties feeding soup to a forties woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the question was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"you think what kind of relationship are they having?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"er..i don't see anything wrong in my eyes really.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"yea but imagine if the lady is married! then such young man is feeding her soup! what would you think? what would her hubby say?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"er..maybe she's not married? hahah then it's okay what. Love knows no age anyway."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;"ya somemore nowadays not funny to see unmarried women choosing younger guys after certain age."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"okaylar..if she's not married..but what if she is! so dangerous! at least go to a secluded place. imagine here what if one of their friend bumps into them"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"...MAAAAA...maybe there is really nothing that's why they dare to be in the public. stop jumping into conclusions when we don't know what's going on!! ROAR. what's wrong you tell me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Well..for one....just imagine it's ME AND POCKY IS FEEDING ME SOUP"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"why not casey!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"cause casey will look like my son! if i want a wrong 'view', pocky is a good age for it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much mom. too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you want him so much i can help you since he's single anyway :D kakakaka&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-1715066979149093818?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/1715066979149093818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=1715066979149093818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/1715066979149093818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/1715066979149093818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-funny-mother.html' title='my funny mother.'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-4843979837455984010</id><published>2009-10-07T16:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T10:20:07.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>oh the drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeee~ i think the worst thing is people telling me that they can't find my Facebook equivalent to as good as gone-_- mieh. my photos arhs!! ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img203.imageshack.us/img203/2933/fbcopy.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so yours truly got hacked in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Facebook AND MSN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hacker msged whoever he/she wanted on both accounts asking for money saying that I either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. got lost in London, robbed and urgently need money or help.&lt;br /&gt;2. in London now with a gun pointed towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people started SMS-ing me or calling to verify while i was innocently typing emails -_- didn't occur my mind cause my Facebook was logged on just inactive and MSN just keep signing in and out-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of all people, why mine-_- cousin gave the best answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;cause of your ke ai lion profile pic in facebook!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Like Kodomo Lion right?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;yeayea!! :D hahahha Rare mar people put such photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 2 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;eh darling..it's a Giraffe..not Lion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-_-!! and you also din't notice when i said Lion OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-4843979837455984010?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/4843979837455984010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=4843979837455984010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/4843979837455984010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/4843979837455984010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-drama.html' title='oh the drama'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-6448691393754638200</id><published>2009-10-06T15:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T15:45:53.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>weee~throws pocky sticks</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img200.imageshack.us/img200/2452/bbcopy.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-6448691393754638200?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/6448691393754638200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=6448691393754638200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/6448691393754638200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/6448691393754638200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/10/weeethrows-pocky-sticks.html' title='weee~throws pocky sticks'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-3599121690908066406</id><published>2009-10-05T18:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:37:44.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>365 days for her.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img196.imageshack.us/img196/6445/stephz.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's another year.&lt;br /&gt;another year with this woman.&lt;br /&gt;the woman who came in a few lessons late for B1 Jap class back then.&lt;br /&gt;the woman who showed me the world of yaoi&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the woman who always sits next to me in class and layans my never ending grammar questions. with examples please i would say.&lt;br /&gt;the woman who ALLOWED me to copy when i did not know how to do my exam paper-_- unfortunately&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (or fortunately)&lt;/span&gt; i suck in copying&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(although i did my fair share in sec. school) &lt;/span&gt;so now i'm gonna thank her for that 1 mark.&lt;br /&gt;the woman whom constantly nudged me on MSN with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"YO"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"OI"&lt;/span&gt; but yours truly is always away from the comp-_-&lt;br /&gt;the woman who can talk endlessly bout her cute stray cat, orange. HAHA with videos to show too.&lt;br /&gt;the woman who's always commenting on how dangerous my driving is but have no choice cause i am the only one with the car free for use :D&lt;br /&gt;the woman who initiates all dim sum and bak kut teh outings, all at unGodly hours-_- wathe&lt;br /&gt;the woman whom i go with to kinokuniya and we can stay for hours long at the Jap corner. her with her manga, me with my jap art books.&lt;br /&gt;the woman who said one day we would all go to Bon Odori together. sadly, that would only happen 3 years later now.&lt;br /&gt;the woman who has been and still pestering me to follow her to Japan next year. exp lar wei.&lt;br /&gt;the woman who i used to spend 2 days a week eating dinner with her before classes start....before she got sucked into Lion Group and there she was day and night. she will be lucky if she gets home by 12am.&lt;br /&gt;the woman who sometimes puts on Goth dresses for cosplay but is extremely shy bout it-_- what gives.&lt;br /&gt;the woman who bought a "sex book" in Japanese only to let the teacher passing it around school..swt-_-&lt;br /&gt;the woman who&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "loves fuji-san"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(inside school joke)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only woman who calls me "ketsu-cha". you can start guessing what is it.&lt;br /&gt;this woman turns .....shit i forgot. but one should nvr tell a lady's age no? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha happy birthday old woman :D&lt;br /&gt;ah...and ironically..she's now back at her hometown for her grandma's funeral....&lt;br /&gt;i took the longest time thinking of how to wish her for both events at the same time...&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-3599121690908066406?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/3599121690908066406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=3599121690908066406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/3599121690908066406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/3599121690908066406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/10/365-days-for-her.html' title='365 days for her.'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-6752648586888601490</id><published>2009-10-04T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:35:25.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>self brainwashing on a bleah day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src='http://img12.imageshack.us/img12/9973/hydrangeacopyb.jpg' border='0' alt='Image Hosted by ImageShack.us'/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-6752648586888601490?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/6752648586888601490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=6752648586888601490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/6752648586888601490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/6752648586888601490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/10/self-brainwashing-on-bleah-day.html' title='self brainwashing on a bleah day'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-878408221138466985</id><published>2009-10-02T22:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T12:17:35.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>sweet rain</title><content type='html'>i have always been emotionally independent..i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean i try my best to not be too emotional over things cause there is nothing to it once you calm down and think it through. hmm...though we are all humans and sometimes it's really heart &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(or hormones whatever) &lt;/span&gt;over head &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(mind?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today is definitely the day i could no longer keep it. while i was trying to put on a straight face to ask my baby bro just drop me off at Curve to get cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"in case you are dumb, deaf and blind. i have friends downstairs waiting for me already."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew. i understood. i mumbled &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;'alright. i understand.'&lt;/span&gt; or somewhat between the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;'okay..okay..nvm'&lt;/span&gt; and shed a teardrop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A TEARDROP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a teardrop did was it sent my baby bro off to uptown Cuppacakes with his girlfriend and long time 'gay' best friend to get some for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i din't know at first. cause i was having a quick shower and dashed out of the house just to have my mom running after me without her slippers cause she wanted to tell me that my baby bro has gone out to do the task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/7339/cupcakescopy.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never felt so blessed and so loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people always tell me..or guys sometimes tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;'i don't understand girls. always want to be pampered and spoilt.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can tell you now that i hardly get princess treatment and the fact that this came at the right moment. i am so happy i shed even more tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so ridiculous sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*whacks my own head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-878408221138466985?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/878408221138466985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=878408221138466985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/878408221138466985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/878408221138466985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/10/sweet-rain.html' title='sweet rain'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-8275500726624330622</id><published>2009-10-01T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:44:28.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>the perfect Mieh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/8245/perfectgetawayver3.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the shows that always show you the true meaning of cliche-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always the most "cannot be wan" is the bad guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do not judge a book by its cover right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kekeke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a bad show. but not that worth it though..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh*&lt;/span&gt; will i ever get to watch Tsunami...but i fear it will be like Sinking of Japan-_- bad past experiences always disturbs the current mindset...for everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-8275500726624330622?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/8275500726624330622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=8275500726624330622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/8275500726624330622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/8275500726624330622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/10/perfect-mieh.html' title='the perfect Mieh...'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-909502807825440734</id><published>2009-09-26T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T12:37:19.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>fuh-an fair &amp; fuh-anny</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/2391/ourfeet.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was at In-Touch Church's fun fair at Sek.Sri Nobel :D raising funds to build a building. obviously if there's ms.rockstarr and food. there's us. one. kena force. two. forced us. hahah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like a mini time travel back. we sat on the floor-_- like sec school kids during assembly. there were fun fair games that i though would never see again. it was also one of the most expensive fun fair i have been to. hahaha rm20 for 4 coupons. each coupon was rm5 and an ice-cream was 1 coupon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img194.imageshack.us/img194/6492/bodome.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet..lemon chicken with my beh tong look :D the food were not bad seriously speaking. they were all homecooked by the church members and i know they are gonna rock cause during the few times i went to Ms.Rockstarr's church, the lunch prepared was always good hahah :D i peeped into the classrooms and there were people still preparing food! O_o so much work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img64.imageshack.us/img64/6216/michellelyn5.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet the kns queen who woke up late and thank God we weren't late. 5 min is late in ms.rockstarr's dictionary. but for ms.boob queen 5 min is early-_- the biggest catch of the day was seeing ms.rockstarr in a yukata..underneath she wore a Tee and pants-_- just to 'kangkang' her legs when sitting or squatting down. stand with her legs apart AND every time i ask for extra coupons she will LIFT HER YUKATA like she was flashing to me to take it out from her pants-_- this woman i tell you...hahhahha-_- swt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.imageshack.us/img11/8634/ngom.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet pocky. sometimes i feel terribly sorry for him cause he has to put up with all my nonsense.esp on saturdays. haha-_- faster get a girlfriend so that you will be less stressful lar bodo and so that i can have my suckling pig to eat! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img64.imageshack.us/img64/8640/whack.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only some famous person said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"whacking your head with the mike will make you grow more hair"&lt;/span&gt; confirm i can be hitting until the crows come home and he will still happily let me continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-909502807825440734?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/909502807825440734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=909502807825440734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/909502807825440734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/909502807825440734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/09/fuh-fair-fuh-anny.html' title='fuh-an fair &amp; fuh-anny'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-6649430811922872202</id><published>2009-09-22T17:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T17:41:35.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gatherings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>oh happyhappy joyjoy</title><content type='html'>met up with baby's friend, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desmond....King of Crap-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and King of Crap introduced some friends to us...who weren't as crappy as him...but arh..hahahah :D our table was the loudest in laughter and most salah in terms of topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Station One all the way to Old Town-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my baobeis also same. with bodo gang also same. now with them also same....i'm forever with the loudest and noisiest table. hurhur!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i for one never heard so much wrong porn in my life.&lt;br /&gt;my life.&lt;br /&gt;my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*echoes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes....the topics were bout porn-_-&lt;br /&gt;sigh. he was telling the storyline and baby and me were processing it in our brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;veryvery difficult and lost-_- haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow...-_- some bad habits of mine turned up during the convo&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (i noticed it happens once in a while esp when i meet with new people that i feel comfy with-_-)&lt;/span&gt; not saying what it is..and Desmond made full use of them to bully me.miehhhh T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but i present you Desmond's cute constipated look HAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img225.imageshack.us/img225/5316/des.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ke ai wei~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-6649430811922872202?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/6649430811922872202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=6649430811922872202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/6649430811922872202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/6649430811922872202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-happyhappy-joyjoy.html' title='oh happyhappy joyjoy'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836101.post-6801253875900537190</id><published>2009-09-21T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T17:16:46.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gatherings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>turning back time</title><content type='html'>DAYTONAAAAA!!!! *ROAR*&lt;br /&gt;it has beeen yearsssssss :D&lt;br /&gt;i always loveddd daytona. that's where i learned that stepping brakes was no fun! HAHAHHAHA and unfortunately brought it to real life, hence my horrible driving skills-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played other games as well. can't believe i was spending money on tokens. haha what was missing were purikara (photo sticker) machines. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img225.imageshack.us/img225/2368/mickcopy.jpg' border='0' alt='Image Hosted by ImageShack.us'/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to act cute. haha-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img200.imageshack.us/img200/5693/decentr.jpg' border='0' alt='Image Hosted by ImageShack.us'/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ar :D signs of growing up (or down?) hahahhahaha photos all in facebook. lazy to resize and blab all bout the fun we had killing one another. sorry anne :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img225.imageshack.us/img225/9310/gforcecopyi.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G force...is definitely for kids that haven't hit puberty hahaha :D it was cute. it was funny. but when people ask&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "so how?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you will go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;"oh-kay..larhh...cutelorh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the storyline was predictable, too many BEP songs and i feel like whacking the 'rodent' -_- but cute factor was wayyyy high. kuakua. minus the roaches. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brrr*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;karipop was saying though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"but you were laughing damn loud! how can you say just okay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause hor...already pay money. might as well make full use and laugh to my heart's content lar :D&lt;br /&gt;kuakua&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836101-6801253875900537190?l=nottiqiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/feeds/6801253875900537190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836101&amp;postID=6801253875900537190&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/6801253875900537190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836101/posts/default/6801253875900537190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottiqiki.blogspot.com/2009/09/turning-back-time.html' title='turning back time'/><author><name>ms.bulat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785707236700280925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcDVZhJlnXs/SXi433sRhHI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ysuSDc7LGFQ/S220/th_userpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
