<?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-6415718410658213494</id><updated>2011-07-31T11:57:13.031+07:00</updated><category term='i&apos;ll be okay;)'/><category term='maybe.'/><category term='contemplative.'/><category term='life.life.life.and life.'/><category term='keep thinking'/><category term='goodbye hopeless romance.'/><category term='jot of diary.'/><category term='reminiscing.'/><category term='welcome to my life.'/><category term='anticipating.'/><category term='i wanna be normal.haha'/><category term='content.guilts.'/><category term='all for one'/><category term='i believe in no fairy-tale.'/><category term='sakit hati mode.'/><category term='one for all :)'/><category term='serious thought. self-obsession.'/><category term='silence moment.'/><category term='feeling bluessss :)'/><category term='amirul and stupid me.'/><category term='plunters punch.blue lagoon.daiquries.singapore slinge.'/><category term='wonderful world.'/><category term='sweet confusion..'/><category term='fun.fun.fun.shhyyyiiiiiiit.'/><category term='addiction.'/><category term='frm zero to...ZERO again..'/><category term='nothing was like you.'/><category term='romance. relationship'/><category term='personal perceptiom'/><category term='pictures of you and me'/><category term='i feel like i am a 139 years old granny who obese.'/><category term='infedility on behaviour.....'/><category term='speak your mind.'/><category term='a disease of mind.'/><category term='oh-soo-not-me'/><category term='oohh la la ice cream.'/><category term='pms.silly thoughts.laziness.'/><category term='insanity equals to me'/><category term='clubbing. cam-whoring. Silhouette.'/><category term='thinking of me.'/><category term='curiousity. hmmph..'/><category term='shoutout.'/><category term='just another day.'/><category term='wen e boredom strikes.'/><category term='definitely'/><category term='one of those days.'/><category term='welcoming mode:)'/><category term='sorrow.happiness.sadness.wanted.'/><category term='aku boring and malas belajar.'/><category term='talking craps.'/><category term='$$$$'/><title type='text'>I'm not PERFECT,just UNIQUE..</title><subtitle type='html'>It's hard to not be myself when i write. I don't even have a clue how to do that. How can anyone really? It's deceitful to do such thing. So forgive me if what i've written all this time sounded immature or melodramatic or bias or anything at all that had made you think who you think i was. I'm just being ME.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-2638986098015807472</id><published>2009-07-31T22:15:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:24:00.101+07:00</updated><title type='text'>pls come back my sanity!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I havent been writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it's not because I have been on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SnMLoG9xu6I/AAAAAAAAALA/4RbFYtxlG-w/s1600-h/clip_image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364644364820790178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SnMLoG9xu6I/AAAAAAAAALA/4RbFYtxlG-w/s400/clip_image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;or because I have nothing to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I havent been inspired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;part of me think that it is the power of silence that controls my will to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I used to be those honest sort of person.when I was 13, I tried to put honesty in the stories that I make for the notice board in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I write problems around me using a "fiction" name, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; when they read it "isnt this about me?" was their first reaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;damn. I got busted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;then I forgot about writing stupid fictional stories to be a part of my emotional expression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I tried blogging, still holding on to the elementof truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but fuck that, I got into lots of trouble for bitching about people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Now, I truly dont see the point of people who uses blogs to bitch about people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yeah, it's a form of expression. a media.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I appreciate that they'd rather write it down than scream it out loud in the middle of a shopping mall or create a scene while fighting with their spouses in starbucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but try to be more careful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;secret of the heart are truly best kept inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;because if you pour it anywhere, there is evidence and you have to admit you said such things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I know that I am not much of a honest person myself, but all lies I made to people I keep to tell my best friends and sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;see, I dont know whether being this way prevents me from writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;they say best writers write their own experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;they say best articles or stories must be based on true events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;because they say that it is much more emotional. real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and the words are felt so strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I want to live to break that fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;that someone can write the most beautiful-est story, that makes million cries and laugh, which is a fiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and I want to live to find out that silence cannot stop you from writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; that honesty is not the first thing you need for a good story or an article.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;that you can fictionalize things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;that you can get inspired by fictional things to create one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;darn it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I dont even know what I'm trying to say anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I need bloody inspiration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-2638986098015807472?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/2638986098015807472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=2638986098015807472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/2638986098015807472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/2638986098015807472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2009/07/pls-come-back-my-sanity.html' title='pls come back my sanity!'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SnMLoG9xu6I/AAAAAAAAALA/4RbFYtxlG-w/s72-c/clip_image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-71251933938401597</id><published>2009-07-29T14:33:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T14:37:56.051+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lara Hati</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;isn't it unfair when you choose to be happy, another person on the other end gets hurt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-71251933938401597?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/71251933938401597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=71251933938401597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/71251933938401597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/71251933938401597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2009/07/lara-hati.html' title='Lara Hati'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-3013203842418135665</id><published>2009-07-29T14:15:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T14:19:16.404+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you, and i wish there is a way that i could tell you this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm breaking down a little, day by day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its harder for me on weeknights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i can cope morning, because I'm asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i can handle day, because i get around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but late nights, especially when it comes to midnight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i think of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;funny thing is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i can't cry because we didn't spend time together long enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but i can't be cool cause it meant something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i know it means something to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and i know for sure, it means something to you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perhaps?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-3013203842418135665?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/3013203842418135665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=3013203842418135665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/3013203842418135665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/3013203842418135665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-miss-you-and-i-wish-there-is-way-that.html' title='i miss you, and i wish there is a way that i could tell you this.'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-739977546928796369</id><published>2009-06-23T23:14:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T00:33:55.105+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keep thinking'/><title type='text'>SUPPOSED TO BE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;im supposed to be writing a letter of appeal for an exchange location of campus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;but instead im writing in my blog, facebook-ing and coming up with extraordinary ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;im supposed to be hooking up with all those guys whose been intereseted on me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;but im always coming up with my own excuses as to why i shouldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;im supposed to follow my heart and let it takes where it leads me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;but instead i observe and analyze every action that may occurs particularly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;im supposed to be partying without a care in the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;but instead im sitting here and worrying about my future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;im supposed to be young, silly and teenager,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;but instead i know im smart, mature, but still a kid at heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;im supposed to be living life to the fullest, seducing any guys that i want,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;but instead i always believe and look for The One.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;im supposed to be single and mingling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;but instead i choose to be in a long, commited, deep relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;im supposed to be a rockstar, or director, or a dancer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;but instead im studying accounting to become an accountant, or so they say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;we are,&lt;br /&gt;never what we set out to be.&lt;br /&gt;we are,&lt;br /&gt;never what we planned.&lt;br /&gt;but the difference is, when things change, how well we change with it,&lt;br /&gt;and when opportunity knocks, how we grab it and run with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;difference&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;between&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; animals&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;discovery&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;channel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-739977546928796369?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/739977546928796369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=739977546928796369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/739977546928796369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/739977546928796369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2009/06/supposed-to-be.html' title='SUPPOSED TO BE?'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-5804480254013330028</id><published>2009-06-20T12:25:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T13:07:17.658+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye hopeless romance.'/><title type='text'>mind my language.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;.. Yes I'm talking to &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you this and I won't fucken say it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please listen and bear in mind that I,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAVE NO FUCKEN FEELING IN ANY OF MY EXES ANYMORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So what if I still talk about them? So what if I still talk to them? So what if we still be friends and go out, not as a date but as a friends? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please put aside your ridiculous stereotype thinking and open up your mind. Not everything revolve around us got to do with fucken love and fucken lust. So yeah, I was fucking mad at them once upon a time. Some of my relation ends up with a bad closure. Some didn't. But that doesn't mean that we cannot make it up to one another and be friend once again. I'm tired of the war. I'm tired of back-bitching. I'm tired to please anyone of you.&lt;br /&gt;I just liked you for being humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it is worth to be selfish. Selfish in the sense that i wont sacrifice my whole entire future life to make you fucken happy if it doesnt make me happy. So yeah, call me selfish! Go ahead and be my guest. If you think that you can't handle me enough, then get your hands off and fucken leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-5804480254013330028?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/5804480254013330028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=5804480254013330028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/5804480254013330028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/5804480254013330028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2009/06/mind-my-language.html' title='mind my language.'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-6158512196424830182</id><published>2009-06-20T11:59:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T12:15:23.935+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking of me.'/><title type='text'>Hello It's me - Isley Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Hello, it's me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;I've thought about us for a long, long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Maybe I think too much but something's wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;There's something here that doesn't last too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Maybe I shouldn't think of you as mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Seeing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Or seeing anything as much as I do you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;I take for granted that you're always there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;I take for granted that you just don't care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Sometimes I can't help seeing all the way through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;It's important to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;That you know you are free'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Cause I never want to make you change for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Think of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;You know that I'd be with you if I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;I'll come around to see you once in a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Or if I ever need a reason to smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And spend the night if you think I should&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart this song a lot. This masterpiece&lt;br /&gt;originally sings by Todd Rundgren but&lt;br /&gt;The Isley Brothers sang it way better&lt;br /&gt;and mix it up with the R&amp;amp;B instruments.&lt;br /&gt;I just love The Isley Brothers version&lt;br /&gt;because it is truly R&amp;amp;B with real instruments&lt;br /&gt;not loops that we hear in today R&amp;amp;B.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, it's a shame they don't make&lt;br /&gt;music like this anymore. There is this version&lt;br /&gt;by John Legend which i personally think,&lt;br /&gt;quite okay.. But a credit to them for&lt;br /&gt;recognizing an extremely well written and﻿&lt;br /&gt;timeless song like this, and decide to put their&lt;br /&gt;soulful spin on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-6158512196424830182?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/6158512196424830182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=6158512196424830182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/6158512196424830182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/6158512196424830182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-its-me-isley-brothers.html' title='Hello It&apos;s me - Isley Brothers'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-5313287380604141362</id><published>2009-06-19T21:03:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T21:19:35.216+07:00</updated><title type='text'>To whom it may relates....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We used to be good friends,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Not that best friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;It is the part that, I know your darkest secret,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;and you know mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;And we share the same thoughts and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;made jokes about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;I accept you for who you are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;and so do you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;But things change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;You've changed. I've changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;We're not even friends anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;There's no need for words to spit from both mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;to confess,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;It is rather for me and you to know it better,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;So let's not pretend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;We don't have to make that long and deep conversation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;enough with the hi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;and bye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;and let things go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;cos i forgive you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;and forget you too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;but we can make a small talk if you want to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;but that's enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;I don't wanna get into your skin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;let bygones be bygones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-5313287380604141362?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/5313287380604141362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=5313287380604141362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/5313287380604141362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/5313287380604141362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-whom-it-may-relates.html' title='To whom it may relates....'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-8426378960828576455</id><published>2009-06-19T20:54:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T10:34:32.718+07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE or LUST?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SjuZOoVQYyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/aBM2OkdleIE/s1600-h/BEST-FAN-ART.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349037459056386850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SjuZOoVQYyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/aBM2OkdleIE/s400/BEST-FAN-ART.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;When you fall for someone just because of the physical appearance and material stuff, then you're&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shallow&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;When you fall for someone because of their personality or just because they're nice to you, then you're&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;pathetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIGH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it &lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt;, I want it&lt;strong&gt; all&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So shoot me. Or perhaps, sue me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-8426378960828576455?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/8426378960828576455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=8426378960828576455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/8426378960828576455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/8426378960828576455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2009/06/guilty-pleasure.html' title='LOVE or LUST?'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SjuZOoVQYyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/aBM2OkdleIE/s72-c/BEST-FAN-ART.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-6638714956264970635</id><published>2009-06-16T20:11:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:29:52.672+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i feel like i am a 139 years old granny who obese.'/><title type='text'>CHASING IDEALS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/Sje6ZhLay4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/1GIy_we45h4/s1600-h/ggggg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347948030091512706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/Sje6ZhLay4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/1GIy_we45h4/s400/ggggg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a problem, well, not just one but many. But one of the problems I find difficult to live with is, my body image. It's not that I'm overweight though, it is just I don't feel secure with my body image, cause I just found out that I have nearly 5% fat mass which means I have to lose around 5 kgs, perhaps? Before this my weight is around 52kgs, and recently it could be 3/4kgs higher than that. Gee. That's scary. I hate it when the figure exceeds 55. That is so wrong!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By confessing this, I know you guys might perceived me as ungrateful. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But guess what, it's time for a reality check. People nowadays favor all those skinny girls.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What about us, the not so skinny people? Where do they put us? Skinny people gave some kind of awe-struck and enviness to those who are unlucky, just like me. Well you know why? Why usually that happen? This is because we are human beings. Human beings are constructed to play roles throughout that lifetime, to always avoid negative stereotypes, to always avoid bad image, as much as people say "I don't care about how I look like and what people say", they're just human beings, and they do care as much as I do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you're 5 and you're 40kg it does look cute. People adore you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But when you're 22 and you're 90kg, guess what? You are far from cute.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel heavier than my real weight. I go on a diet, drink a herbal teas, less eating those junkfoods,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and walk a lots. Maybe not running. I mean, I walked from the carpark to my class. hehe. And then, you should see the stairs. Yeah, can consider as exercising too, or walking....duhhh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;But I would never do anorexia. Or cutting all those foods to my stomach. Maybe I should join reality show 'The Biggest Loser', should I? But to think of all the cruel excercising, hmm okayyy. But there goes Jillian. Na'ah! Maybe I'll pass! She's a monster.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to know an ideal weight for me. When compare to my height, even the doctor suggest I should maintain to 55kg. Wtf??! I am 5''6 (or 166cm) and weighing around 54/55kg. I feel that something is not right. haish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/Sje5TIFT3vI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/DWEeow1UopM/s1600-h/666666666666666666666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347946820764163826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/Sje5TIFT3vI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/DWEeow1UopM/s400/666666666666666666666.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/Sje5hbzLePI/AAAAAAAAAKA/KGw1BMXw1sk/s1600-h/;;;.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347947066574993650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/Sje5hbzLePI/AAAAAAAAAKA/KGw1BMXw1sk/s400/%3B%3B%3B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;p/s : all I want is to grab that Zara dress and say "can I have a size 2 please?" But, for now, it's not even going to fit my arms. darn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-6638714956264970635?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/6638714956264970635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=6638714956264970635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/6638714956264970635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/6638714956264970635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2009/06/chasing-ideals.html' title='CHASING IDEALS'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/Sje6ZhLay4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/1GIy_we45h4/s72-c/ggggg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-5922363439030504076</id><published>2009-06-15T17:02:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:27:56.038+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a disease of mind.'/><title type='text'>TAGBOARD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am so addicted to writing today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hoho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;which means,i am bored to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;since i have plenty of times and less of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;things to do, i will definitely answer to this randomnly question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN THINGS I WISH I COULD SAY TO TEN DIFFERENT PEOPLE. (BUT DON’T SAY THEIR NAME)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. Can't you see that he's not into you? Make up your mind,girl. He's taking you for granted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;obviously. Stop living in a denial!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. I want a concrete valid reason why you don't like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. Why attract unnecessary drama in your life? You keeps on saying that they have no impact &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;in your life so can you please just ignore about them? Cos i'm tired listening to all those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;grumpiness between you guys. Why don't you guys make peace to each other? You started &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;as a friend though,why end up as a foe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4. I wish you'd see that you deserve better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5. I wish you stop acting kinky and talking bout ur sex life anymore. It's too private to share it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;with everyone because either you like it or not, the way we carry ourselves, the way we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;speaks, the way we dress, it does reflect to who we really are. Especially when you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Muslims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;6. I can lend you my shoulder for you guys to burst your tears out. I know how you feels. You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;can pretend like everything's gonna be okay and yes it will. But let's not afraid to cry and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;reveal your other side of weakness. I am here if you need me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;7. I still care about you. Wherever you are, just be safe okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;8. Don't pressure me, most of the things you tell me to do, I despise doing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;9. You are my friends. We laughs together and being all mean sometimes. But if you ever cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;that line once again, i won't hesitate to delete you from my life. Second chances are given &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;for you to use it wisely not throw it up. And if you do so, still i will forgive you, and do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;forget you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;10. Please respect my pace with life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NINE THINGS ABOUT MYSELF&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. I love reading inspirational and motivational books. I love surrounded by intellectual peoples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. I can argue for small thing and drag arguing about it for entirely day. Hidden talent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. I wish I can control my mind to accomplish some things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Whenever a friend/relative plans on flying to a country, or driving on long distance, driving late at night, or walking to the nearest 7-11 to get food, I always think of the worst: accident, kidnapping, murder, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. I hate that when I'm angry I can't switch it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. I like being alone :) I like silence, I like this state of mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. I wish i have the strength to continue my studies to the master level, in order to get you, i need to have the intelligence to cope with the knowledge and money to graduate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. I don't want to be a billionaire, I just want to have few million dollars in my bank account,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. because if I have lots of money, then I won't be motivated to work, and then my life will have no challenge. it will be dull and we don't want it,okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EIGHT WAYS TO WIN MY HEART&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. make me laughs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. impress me by the way you speak and think things through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. have a life of your own and respect my SPACE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. patience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. chemistry, chemistry, all that matters to start something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. win over my families and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. clean. neat. tidy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. trustworthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN THINGS THAT CROSS MY MIND A LOT&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. certain people and daydreams scenarios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. loss weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. that guilty pleasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIX THINGS I DO BEFORE I FALL ASLEEP&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. wash my face and making sure it is clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. pee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;organizing my day for tomorrow by the hour. (eg. 7am-wake up, 12pm-lunch, etc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4. call or msging or anwering call or replying msgs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5. pray, then daydream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;6. keep finger cross that weird things wont appear when i open my eyes in the middle of the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIVE PEOPLE WHO MEAN A LOT TO ME. (IN NO ORDER WHATSOEVER)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. siblings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. mom and dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. dearest friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. that special someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. grandma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR THINGS I’M WEARING RIGHT NOW&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. stripes short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. pink sleeveless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. hairband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. underwear&amp;amp;bra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE SONGS THAT I LISTEN TO OFTEN&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Enrique feat. Ciara - Taking back my love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Tyler Hilton and Bethany Joy Lenz - When the stars go blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Todd Rundgren - Hello it's me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO THINGS I WANT TO DO BEFORE I DIE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be a good Muslim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Forgiven for all the sins that I have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE CONFESSION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm left uninspired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-5922363439030504076?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/5922363439030504076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=5922363439030504076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/5922363439030504076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/5922363439030504076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-so-addicted-to-writing-today.html' title='TAGBOARD'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-4624720205115370598</id><published>2009-06-15T15:59:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:48:43.866+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminiscing.'/><title type='text'>are you lonely tonight?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;lonesome, on a weekday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;or perhaps even weekends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm slowly beginning to miss those late nights fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;or should I say early mornings feeling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;tipsy at night and hangover the next morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;some people addicted to caffeine which i hate the smells of it very badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and i never thought i have any addiction to anything particularly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i don't do cigars,but yes,i do take alcohol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;liquors only to be exact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;somehow,i manage to slow down (not literally stop) since i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;in a relationship currently and there is no ways i could have the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;green light&lt;/span&gt; from him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;to even sip a slightest amount of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;frankly,i miss gulping down those red wine or tequila because i get dehydrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i miss the fun nights,walking with those killer stilletos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;play the dress up theme with the girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and even miss the look on my friends when they dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the sway, the pout, the cheeky move and the gesture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;what i miss the most is,those bloody songs that the Dj play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and we move to the beat and even sings out loud as if only us girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;were in the club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;gosh. i should stop now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;cos too much of fun isn't fun anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i am happy i've been in that phase of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;now i am taking a step forward which revolve my career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;good luck,fyfy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SjYYUl7ZEUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/PM708Bu_acc/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347488349606711618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SjYYUl7ZEUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/PM708Bu_acc/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-4624720205115370598?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/4624720205115370598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=4624720205115370598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/4624720205115370598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/4624720205115370598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2009/06/are-you-lonely-tonight.html' title='are you lonely tonight?'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SjYYUl7ZEUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/PM708Bu_acc/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-6804943819035874159</id><published>2009-06-14T23:24:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:33:12.159+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='$$$$'/><title type='text'>KAAA-CHING $$$$$</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;Dear &lt;strong&gt;MONEY&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;why do you keep running out on me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;why do i need you so badly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;why am I always broke? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;what have I done to deserve this upon me?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;I am a good person with a good heart who does good things for humanity!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;I deserve a lots of you just like everyone else!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;why dad didn't shower me with so much of you lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;I stay at home like a good girls always do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;why can't you just fall from the skies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;why oh why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-6804943819035874159?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/6804943819035874159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=6804943819035874159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/6804943819035874159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/6804943819035874159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2009/06/kaaa-ching.html' title='KAAA-CHING $$$$$'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-1513967378379044724</id><published>2009-06-14T22:19:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:14:05.388+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing was like you.'/><title type='text'>Knock Knock</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I gotta say it's what bothered me lately. It keeps me wondering at night. Where am I heading to? Where are WE heading to? Something bout how I feel on us. Somehow it doesn't seem right these days. I used to believe that I made a wise decision but it haunted me lately. It's different now. Cos we are two different peoples with lots of differences. It's hard to say. Maybe I can’t stop getting my hopes up and watch them fall every time. Another colour turns to grey. I feel like I am turning into someone else. I don't think I am me anymore. I am slowly changing. For the better? Might be. But I can sense that the true-self of me is fading away. I seriously can't make my own decision anymore,cause you always there next to me telling what is right for me. I don't decide anymore. I feel too clingy and dependant on you. I lost me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I feel that I seriously have to move on and be myself again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I know it is a good thing that there is someone who always there to guide me. I've learned so many things from you. You accept me for who I am and I truly thank yous for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But right now,I am confuse. Shall this come to an end? Or shall I continue on what we already build? I am scared what life could brings to me. I am a big thinker and plans a lot. When I'm with you,I have no plan at all or even a back-up plan. We had fun and love but is this enough to make this relationship more secure for the future? I work so hard for my future and I really hope it pays off. But you were different,you accept everything that came or may come to your way. You are so full of surprises which scared me sometimes. I plan things carefully. When it didn't come my way as expected,I dare to take the risk and start all over again. While you,you accept all things with open arms. You made life look so easy and I envy that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;However,I don't want to stop learning from you. You teach me the value of life from below to the top. And I struggle my arse off to reach my goal,ambittion and mission. I dare take the chances, the risk that we might not see each other ever again. And I dare to continue what we had. The only that matter now,which road should I choose? Be myself once again,strike for the dreams and goals OR loosen up myself,take the chances to have all the fun and not worries where life takes me. I am confuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But whatever it is,thank you for what you did and the wonderful experiences that i thought i wouldnt have. So either we able to stand still and be together or perhaps go on to our different paths,I promise you one thing,I'll try my very best to be there when your heart is filled with sorrow and despair and I'll carry you when you need someone,you'll find my footprints in the sand of your life. Either as your girlfriend or your friend:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;And this is the secret that I kept from you,knowing that it will hurt you. Keeping it,is hard enough. Telling is another thing. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-1513967378379044724?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/1513967378379044724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=1513967378379044724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/1513967378379044724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/1513967378379044724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2009/06/knock-knock.html' title='Knock Knock'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-7837464549375139776</id><published>2009-05-12T06:22:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T06:56:18.606+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one of those days.'/><title type='text'>Hands Off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;im so tired to blog actually . in few more days time, going to Miri which i am soooo not looking forward JUST bcoz IM SOO TIRED and SAD leaving.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not that great, just fine. not bad, sad, or totaally down. im fine.its still good ;) i just couldnt stop thinking bout sum things, n couldnt sleep all the time. hmmm, i guess its normal? yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god im super-pathetic! i keep thinking people are getting angry at me..haish! i wonder why eh. i always act as if i dont care but i do,okayy. i really really do! darn. u know the type of ppl who act like they dont give a shit, but at the end of e day,, they r the one yang hopelesss? i shoud shud up,perhaps from now on! START NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is so damn nice,n im so damn mean n cruel n bad.. Why do I hafta be the bad person olwes?? And why do I deserve sucha good caring undastanding bf? It's a good thing though,but I feel badd.. Who should I blame on this? hmm. Maybe I shall blame my dad for the traits fo being straight-forward and insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i tell my mom about the dilemma that m dealing wif,she would says something like this, "hahh,yalah ktk jaik glak kat org. salu usin harsh words and tones wen u talks. be nice okayy" (menusuk jantung trus jawapan mamaku!) On the other hand if I tell my dad,he'll say " let em talks bout u. don't give a shit. by thinking of it,polah ktk pun ssh ati jak. gago apa dpdh org" SEEEEE!!!! my dad yg ajar me fo being insensitive okayyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need an emergency help now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-7837464549375139776?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/7837464549375139776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=7837464549375139776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/7837464549375139776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/7837464549375139776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2009/05/hands-off.html' title='Hands Off!'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-2791094514116572310</id><published>2009-05-01T15:06:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:14:03.064+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aku boring and malas belajar.'/><title type='text'>seven is my lucky number.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;seven things i can't live witout ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;1. money.money.money!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;2. handbags.haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;3. hair serum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;4. glossy lip gloss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;5. handphone - will try to make it as top priority sooooon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;6. music tat keeps me alive all night long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;7. ICE CREAAAMM. but nw on diet,aish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;seven things i appreciate the most:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;1. blisfully life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;2. supportive families&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;3. loving plus caring boyfriend. awww. haha. miss u yang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;4. lesson that i've learnt in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;5. besties,girlfriends,guyfriends. love you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;6. motivation books that motivates me and keep my head up high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;7. moneyy. ohh plss come and never go,wahai money ku syg! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;seven things i plan to do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;1. get my ass off e lappy rite at tis moment and start my revision! sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;2. cut down my mood swings and swearing.hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;3. stop drinkingg. yeayy babyy,sooon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;4. become a betta muslimah and pray moree. InshaAllah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;5. happy just to be me cs i believe m gettin fcukin plump each and evry dayy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;6. be successful and earn a heck of lots of $$$$.haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;7. love my boyfriend evenmoreee ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;seven things i DON'T actually believes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;1.fairy-tales cs i live in realityy babyyy. there's no such thing as "and they live happily everr afterrr..." they shud write e continuition of cinderella's lives or snow white,perhaps? hey,takkan they nvr had a fight wif their husband keee??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;2.love at first sight. naah. easy comes,easy go. been there,done that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;3.that love brings happiness. okayy,it's quite true but not entirely. nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;4.guys are nice and guys won't cheat??yeahh rite!haha.exception for my boyfriend,pleaseeee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;5.coincidences. i dun believe in coincidences. cliche as it sounds? deal wif it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;6.ppl says that edward cullen is totally hott! wth?? if he's hot,wat shud i define steven straits and hayden christensen then?? edward cullen=NORMAL looking guy.muahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;7.trust. i hardly trust anybody at the moment. my secrets is safe in my own hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;seven things i can do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;1.daydreaming all day longgg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;2.become a Hulk whenever you want me to ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;3.swear like a pig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;4.shopping,of course and dancing! oh i love dancing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;5.slap you if you rude to me,my mother and my sisters. try me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;6.non-stops talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;7.eat those vanilla ice-creams that m craving rite now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;seven things i can't do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;focus on my studies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;2.stop daydreaming and thinking and daydreaming and thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;3.forgive and forget. i can do that. i forgive you and forget you,too:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;4.waiting!! urgh,i hate waiting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;5.spend money on proper things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;6.says 'm okay and everythings would be okay' eventhough it ISN'T! m very loud and clear. wen i say m not okay,just leave. i'll come back to you when m okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;7.be nice cs i am mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;seven things i say most often:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;1.bodo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;2.babiiiii. (Asta!i knowww.haha my bad!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;3.sooo??? *expressively*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;4.hmmm..mana-mana la ko cya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;5.kan? kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;6.bongok mena! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;7.pajaakkkkkklaaaaa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;seven things i wish i'd say more often:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;1.sorry and mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;2.thank you with smile upon the face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;3.pleaseeeeeeeeeee???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;4.assalammualaikum instead of hey babe,what's up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;5.i love you without him saying it first!hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;6.ohh that's okay i am fine. (usually i would say Fineeeee!!!) see e different?haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;7.compliments all my dear friends and loved oness.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-2791094514116572310?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/2791094514116572310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=2791094514116572310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/2791094514116572310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/2791094514116572310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2009/05/seven-is-my-lucky-number.html' title='seven is my lucky number.'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-8527931540139467583</id><published>2009-04-16T21:33:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:34:00.155+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jot of diary.'/><title type='text'>Sorry seems the hardest word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emotional wreck. &lt;/strong&gt;That should be just a perfect words to define me. haha. I lived in my thoughts which is full of madness, craziness and everything mix-up in between.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I say things bluntly and (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;will or maybe&lt;/span&gt;) feel sorry after I spit it out. Those who are close to me knows me very well. And those who doesn't, hah, now you know! And I'm not proud to say that okayy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am sincerely sorry to anyone and everyone if I've ever hurt you in any ways. Intentionally or unintentionally. I speak and think later. haha. I feel horrible and guilty. It is always me who started all the chaos and turns out the other party will end up saying sorry. I am sucha bitch! It's hard for me to accept the fact that I made mistakes. A lotsss of it. Even if I'd come to realise it, I would definitely ignore it and made as if I was right all the way. Shyiit! My bad! And to those who always says their sorry eventhough they did nothing wrong, please please PLEASEEEE, I insist you guys to stop saying it. Cos I'm not usually the type who would say so, so we're cool yeah :) As long as we didn't go bitching each other afterwards then I'm cooool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;To kakhasz, sorry oh tak mala kecik ati mk xpat jak-jak kua ngan tak these few days. It's not that I don't want to,trust me. I've been busy studying for my exams. Will make it up to you laterr,promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;To sayang,ngegeh mintak puji! haha. Sorry for the troubles that I cause these few days as well. Sorry juak cs tetiba duak tiga aritok sik alah-alah dtg antu ngan ktk. Nw u know sapa ur real gf actually. Kalah rimo,nak? haish. Boh kecik ati yang oh. Sorry for all the rules and regulations due to our next meet up which is after I've done with all my papers? haha. Nahh. Adalah mk ngagak tak lak ohh! Bertenang bah! And thanks for understanding ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;To mom,haha. haih! It's funny we could argue for all the silly nonsense things but no matter what, you're the coolest mom everr! Dhla tweija nk molah ambut kedak rihanna. Sa cute aih eh! Sorry tadik xtolong buat baju time ujan. Abisku kenak kerepak! Lekak ya sik smpey 5 minit bait balit apatek nya gago bercita hal ada org tua ofisnya try to flirt with her. And I cracks a laughs cs she says,if nya gk mudak tek xlah apa ngenja kedak ya,tok dh berambut putih,berserban gik ya! hahaha. Sorry mom cs we always argue but you are the one who will comes up to me first and says u're sorry. Loveyouloveyouloveyou mom!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;To everyone out there yang penah kecik ati at me,sorry aight. Maaf zahir batin:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I will make sure that I will try to improve myself to be a better person,InsyaAllah. In future if there could be even a slightest misunderstanding between me and you,I learn that we should discuss it with an open mind. I've learnt my lesson,don't make your own decision when you're angry cs you will end up regretting later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And now,I'm not angry:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;See you soon. darn. See you AFTER the final is overr. &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/6415718410658213494-8527931540139467583?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/8527931540139467583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=8527931540139467583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/8527931540139467583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/8527931540139467583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2009/04/sorry-seems-hardest-word.html' title='Sorry seems the hardest word.'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-4304610992200724339</id><published>2009-04-14T16:46:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T18:02:07.956+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i believe in no fairy-tale.'/><title type='text'>Oh So Random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Been trying to study which is obviously NOTTTT working.. I somehow distracted that i dunno where my life is going. darn. The final is coming sooooon n im still in the mood of daydreaming.. A lot lot of daydreaming... Blegh! I don't have enough time. Trying to recover from my AWFUL fever and my DOUBLE HORRIBLE flu! I really have to revise my books everyday just so that i dont get lost again like last year :P haha. And I really should get a kick on the butt to make me study a lott :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh somehow, I unintentionally open his photo album via facebook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;The most ironic thing is, I laughs looking back at those moments that I'd cried but I just can't believe that I'm actually break down and cry looking back at those laughs that we'd shared. Wish you eternal happyness. xoxo.&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/6415718410658213494-4304610992200724339?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/4304610992200724339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=4304610992200724339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/4304610992200724339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/4304610992200724339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-so-random.html' title='Oh So Random.'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-3635018602254881874</id><published>2009-04-04T18:21:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T18:27:04.999+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wen e boredom strikes.'/><title type='text'>AM I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Somewhat Approachable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouapproachablequiz/approachable-2.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a fairly friendly person, and you're definitely not scaring people away.&lt;br /&gt;You do tend to have your guard up strangers, and rightfully so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How approachable you are depends on who is trying to approach you.&lt;br /&gt;You're friendly to people who seem harmless and nice. But you also know how to give creepy people the cold shoulder!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouapproachablequiz/"&gt;Are You Approachable Person?&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/6415718410658213494-3635018602254881874?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/3635018602254881874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=3635018602254881874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/3635018602254881874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/3635018602254881874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2009/04/am-i.html' title='AM I?'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-1979593433237447414</id><published>2009-04-04T18:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T18:12:05.598+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='definitely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maybe.'/><title type='text'>ADDICTED TO LOVE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 50% Addicted to Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouaddictedtolovequiz/addicted-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might as well face it, you're addicted to love.&lt;br /&gt;You've been a fool for love many times - but are you the wiser for it?&lt;br /&gt;Your needs should come first, both in and out of relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Because you're the only one who can look out for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouaddictedtolovequiz/"&gt;Are You Addicted to Love?&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/6415718410658213494-1979593433237447414?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/1979593433237447414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=1979593433237447414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/1979593433237447414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/1979593433237447414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2009/04/addicted-to-love.html' title='ADDICTED TO LOVE?'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-6355006429982120881</id><published>2009-03-30T20:31:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:14:56.449+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures of you and me'/><title type='text'>we called ouselves as soul-sistah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;TO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FARAH &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;ELEENA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;FOHAD&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;DEAREST&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;FRIEND&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;FOREVERRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318993718333669810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SdDcmwfQAbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/rZvcoDHrjEY/s400/adada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Here's are our pictures together. Goshh, I mishh u darling! Oh yeah love, I didn't mean to sabotage you in any ways pun okay :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Ade gak my pictures yang fuglyyy and I'm going to publish it too neways.hehe. Just missing you like puppy misses  bones. eh? wtf is that supposed to mean ah? Anyway, I am sorry for being sucha pain in e arse for that effing time that we've been friends. I'm sorry if I ever hurt you in any ways -purposedly or unitentionally. hehe. Sorry for troubles that I always cause. Sorry for being too lazy cause I always suroh you drive my car. hehe. Sorry cause I oftens woke up late during weekends and missed our rojak kuchei's breakfast. Sorry for not being there for you when you need me. Sorry for being too harsh to you sometimes. Sorry for always doing shite things and you always there to save me. Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry. (Baruk topic sorry jak tok!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Thank you for being sucha wonderful friends everrr. Thank you for always laughing to my stupid jokes. Thank you for always there listening to my mumblingness and gives inspired solutions! Thank you for believing in me. Thank you for the letters that you'd been sending to my family and I. Thank you for being a part of me. There is no words that can utters how much you mean to me. I love you, dear fara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Stop saying that you looks fat and fugly! Cos you are not, okayyy. Those who shitting bout you doesn't knows how to differentiate between diamond and stones. Boohooo to them! Stop being so bloody humble,love! Sometimes you must stand up for yourself. Stop living in their shadows. You are a great persom and be proud of who you are! Chehh, I am supposed to post a pictures of us but end up polah karangan agik. darn. haha. Fulls of craps, that's me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;So here we goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oi, ada juak pix mk xkacak eh! Boh lalu nanges ngga ada your pix nampak taik idung or rupa you macam org nak terkentut! hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SdDc_zozSVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/BK34rIKSKs8/s1600-h/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318994148675766610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SdDc_zozSVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/BK34rIKSKs8/s400/cats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SdDdMU-G0QI/AAAAAAAAAJA/E9b2o0KAhvA/s1600-h/er.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318994363781927170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SdDdMU-G0QI/AAAAAAAAAJA/E9b2o0KAhvA/s400/er.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SdDd9VOjroI/AAAAAAAAAJY/11V8Sy9wTf4/s1600-h/ggg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318995205664517762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SdDd9VOjroI/AAAAAAAAAJY/11V8Sy9wTf4/s400/ggg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SdDeI7lF6CI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NVxT5xDEdv8/s1600-h/haha~.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318995404938143778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SdDeI7lF6CI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NVxT5xDEdv8/s400/haha~.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEARTS U HECK OF A LOTS,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : i absolutefcukingly missing you :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-6355006429982120881?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/6355006429982120881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=6355006429982120881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/6355006429982120881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/6355006429982120881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-called-ouselves-as-soul-sistah.html' title='we called ouselves as soul-sistah'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SdDcmwfQAbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/rZvcoDHrjEY/s72-c/adada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-5309099729726847978</id><published>2009-03-29T14:45:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T16:10:25.804+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='content.guilts.'/><title type='text'>TRANSFORMATION.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Beautiful sunny day outside the window and I plan to stay at home and be a good girl today. Both eyes on the clock, it's 3 : 58 p.m. Here I am in front of the computer feeling relieved with my own self made decision. Acknowledge and reminiscing the past. Sucha nostalgic period at the moment I can say. Looking back at those moments and where I stand now, gosh, I believe I've changed. Few friends notice. It's good to change, don't you think? Some kind of transformation in the process of growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, let's not get things too serious. I have some news to share. I am someone's girlfriend, officially. haha. Can you believe it? I am no longer single. Okaaay. It is weird thou. Although before this, I've been posting several entries due to how sucks I feels on being single and miss being in a relationship. Now, amek kau fy!! haha. Well, it's a good thing thou. He's a good guy*fingers crossed* I feel content, whole and yes, happy. I know for some people it is just nothing particularly interesting. It's not that I'm winning awards or having my 15 mins of fame. But I've been bloody single for one bloody year. It's a big deal for me! I've gone through a lots of thinking and planning. Maybe this is about time that I should give it a try. Awkward. Insecure. That is what we supposed to feel in the beginning of our relationship, kan? Oh I forgot that feelings. To make it worse, I forgot how to love. I mean, I am very bad in action. I say things that most couple didn't says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I believe the past six months when I worked through my insecurities and confusion, and was depressed for most of it, I learned how to be happy with myself and regardless, to make peace and follow the paths to where it leads me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people may not agrees with my decision. I've received a bunch of messages telling me this and that, saying that he's no good for me and etc etc blablabla. What if, IF I am the one who is not good for him? I appreciates all of your concerns, but this time, just please, let me decide what is good and right for me. I know you guys been helping me a lot and plays match-making me with your friends. And most of them are truly truly good guys. It is normal for frens to do that, protecting other friends by advising them to choose the right guy. But I'm a grown up woman and I know what I want in life. He is a good guy, no doubts. Yeah he used to be such a jerk long time ago. But people changed. I believe he's changing now, for better. So, what if he's the wrong guy for me? What if he turns out to be sucha moron like he used to be before? What if that there's going to be a bad ending in my relation? What if? What if? I'm tired of 'what if'. I wanna know 'What is'. There were never mistakes in life, just lesson to be learnt. It's okay if he's the wrong guy for me. It's okay if things wont work out like what we've planned before. It's okay to feel insecure. What really counts is, how we take what happen surrounds us. It helps me in the process of discovering myself, and making myself to turns into someone wiser. Do not afraid to take risk. The greatest teacher in our lives is learning through mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys for being such a wonderful friends to me. I know you guys may feels offended on what I've said just now. Thank you for protecting me. It feels good to know that you guys truly cares about me. Especially sis H. Please don't be mad at me. I know you were dissapointed at me because I didn't chose the guy of your choice. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is hard to please everyone. People can say what they want but to me, what truly matters is what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on.........and it only gets better! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I may sound irritatingly positive and cheery, like an episode of Barney’s or that awful children’s TV show, Teletubbies, but I shared my insecurities, my lowest points recently, and it’s only fair that when I am happy or having doubts, I can share that freely as well, without having to worry if somehow, I may be subconsciously trying to prove anything. I didn't. I just wanna share on how I'd think what is the best for me now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;You have the rights to support me or to not support me or maybe ignore me. You choose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sorry for all the troubles that I cause, dear friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-5309099729726847978?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/5309099729726847978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=5309099729726847978' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/5309099729726847978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/5309099729726847978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2009/03/transformation.html' title='TRANSFORMATION.'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-1220957413166623484</id><published>2009-03-22T21:23:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:06:24.494+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoutout.'/><title type='text'>SUPERWOMAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Okay, so my dad has assigns me to go to Miri next weekend for work presentation. darn. I have to help him through this as the last presentation that I made before quitting my job, totally sucks. Like super sucks! haha. So I have to fix this thing out. I'm sorry, Mr.AsrulNizam for ruining your project last time. I didn't mean to. I will make it up to you by presenting the most astonishing plan everrr this Saturday, okay?hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So, on Friday I'll be travelling alone. It has been quite some time I don't travel alone. Usually, I go with my dad. But my dad is in Miri already. So, back to me. Alone. Hmm. It'll be a breeze, right? I mean, I just have to get into the right plane, take the right luggage and smile sweetly when I pass airport security. I used to travel alone before this. Yeah, I am soo like the girl who would jumps into plane whenever having a fights with boyfriend or to surprise him. But that was before! That was like two years agooo!! darn. Can't believe I am the girl who would do anything just for love, baybeeee! But.... people change. I am not that kind of person anymore......maybe. Maybe the thoughts of having someone waiting for me at the other place, makes me eager to do some ridiculous things. Like travel alone. But now, there would be NO ONE waiting for me at the side of other place, and it scares me. What if I'm lost? What if i got kidnap by kidnappers? What if I lost my luggage? The closest I've ever gotten being independent recently would be shopping alone. I remember walking aimlessly, feeling incredibly grown up that I was there with no gossiping girlfriends by my side. It was an incredibly exhilirating experience. I felt so grown up. I could hear Destiny Child's 'Independent Women' palying in the back of my mind. And I remember thinking....heyyy, this is fun! I should shop alone all the time!! Well, ONLY when there was absolutely NO ONE to accompany me. Well, back to Miri. So, it'll be a breeze. I can just imagine myself next week, looking all chic with my designer briefcase and Gucci sunglasses, chin up, looking as if I was born as a hot traveller who travels for entire bloody life. Yeah, I'll look ubercool. darn! As if I really had designer briefcase and Gucci sunglasses. ahaha *giggles*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;p/s : Mdm Azura, could you please assign some quiz or big assignment for the whole class so I could skip going to Miri for some ridiculous business trip that I don't have any clue on? hehe. I had the weirdest urge that I am going to screw the presentation...againnn! duhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-1220957413166623484?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/1220957413166623484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=1220957413166623484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/1220957413166623484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/1220957413166623484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2009/03/superwoman.html' title='SUPERWOMAN'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-606448708092405813</id><published>2009-03-22T20:02:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:09:45.509+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplative.'/><title type='text'>SNIPPET</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name :Fyfy&lt;br /&gt;Birthday :23rd July 1987&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace : Kuching, Sarawak.&lt;br /&gt;Current Location: Still in here. A Place Like No Other.&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color : Blackk&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color : Brunette.&lt;br /&gt;Height : Five foot Six.&lt;br /&gt;Right Handed or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Left Handed : Right-turr.&lt;br /&gt;Your Heritage : Malay Arabian and a hint of Chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Shoes You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wore Today : flip-flops.&lt;br /&gt;Your Weakness : Oohh Oohh clothes and accessories and handbags and junkfood and ice-creams&lt;br /&gt;Your Fears : I'm a bit of agoraphobic, which is, I'm afraid of height places.&lt;br /&gt;Your Perfect &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pizza : it's gotta be topped with sooo much oooey gooey cheese mmm.. And please no weird stuff like bell pepper *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;Goal You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Would Like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To Achieve : finish my degree wif a bang, baybee! And meet my significant other:):)&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Overused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Phrase On an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;instant messenger: 'Is tat soo??' and 'Kan?' ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up: Shyiit I hope I don't have a new zit on my face.&lt;br /&gt;Your Best Physical Feature: Can I not answer this question so that I seem humble? hohoho&lt;br /&gt;Your Bedtime: ...is super early, like, 10pm..or maybe 11? still, i'ma a boring girl everrrr lately.&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Missed Memory: Being in love. Those laughs, fights over nothing and crying for nothing. haha&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Undoubtedly, pepsi. Less sugar! Me love:)&lt;br /&gt;MacDonalds or Burger King: oooh another toughie...can I say both??&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates: Single of course! But if the guy sucks, then group. hehe&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Ermm, dont they both taste the same or something&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: Vanilla Ohh La La!&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee: Cappuccino, coz it's more glamorous haha&lt;br /&gt;Do you Smoke: Nope, hate the smell of smoke xculy.&lt;br /&gt;Do you Swear: wtf kinda question is this?? like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:wtf??!@#$%^&amp;amp;*^$"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wtf??!@#$%^&amp;amp;*^$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Do you Sing: Yeah,tahing my shower, while driving..haha&lt;br /&gt;Do you Shower Daily: hahahahhaa likeee DUH&lt;br /&gt;Have you Been in Love: it must've been looooveeee but it's over nowwww it must've been goood but I lost it somehowww&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to go to College: I AM in like, the best uni in Malaysia, like omg, like. eat thaaatt!!&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to get Married: HELL YEAH......&lt;br /&gt;Do you belive in yourself: more than anyone else *smirk*&lt;br /&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness: yess, like all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you are Attractive: I'd like to think so!!&lt;br /&gt;Are you a Health Freak: exactly the opposite! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with your Parents: we have our differences but we're good. I think.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms: Nooooooo unless you're in bed or cuddled on the sofa with a hottie who turns out to be Hayden Kristensen or perhaps Steven Straits, then I LOVE them heh heh&lt;br /&gt;Do you play an Instrument: I wish! But I'd smitten to a guys who can play instruments especially piano, bass, drums. Hotnesss!!&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol: No, sober all that friggin mont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In the past month have you Smoked: Big NOO. Told ya, I don't smoke.&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you been on Drugs: hmmmm, No. I'm a nerd, nerds dont do drugs. yeahh, I am UNcool. So??&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you gone on a Date: yeah I did:) But it didn't work out. Tooo baad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: No, omg it's been ages. Oh wait, I had oreo ice cream, does that count??&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi: Ewwww, to think about all the raw meats, urge me to puke...like RIGHT NOWWW.&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage: Nope nope.&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped: Nope, thank god *phew*&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: No, but I would LOVE to!! It's in my "things to do before I die" list. Right next to swimming with dolphins and skydiving.&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything: stolen people's hearts! ahaha Laameeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;Ever been Drunk: a bit tipsy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ever been called a Tease: to someone I knew and close..ONLY! hey, Im not such a moron okay.&lt;br /&gt;Ever been Beaten up: No, but I can think of some people I wanna beat the shit out of!!!! grrrrrrrrrrrr!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ever Shoplifted: no no no no no&lt;br /&gt;How do you want to Die: with makeup on and smile upon my face? eheh&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up: A respectful superr-duperrr rich woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What country would you most like to Visit: oooooh ummm china, coz everything's made in China.haha Nahh, too long to list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In a Boy/Girl,&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Eye Color: Ooooh, I dont care as long as he has sexy eyes that smiles (eyes DO can smile,okay!)&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Hair Color: I prefer dark&lt;br /&gt;Short or Long Hair: short, but not too short. Long enough to run my fingers through :)&lt;br /&gt;Height: he's gotta be taller than me even when I wear heels!&lt;br /&gt;Weight: dont care, but can he please do not has to be thinnier than me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Best Clothing Style: Party poopers suit.haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Number of Drugs I have taken: wtf??&lt;br /&gt;Number of CDs I own: you don't wanna know ahaha&lt;br /&gt;Number of Piercings: 4 on the left side of the ears and 3 on the right. used to pierced my nose as well.haha gangsta loving!&lt;br /&gt;Number of Tattoos: tattoos are not cool. wish it is legal to have one.haha&lt;br /&gt;Number of things in my Past I Regret: 2,378&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/ScZDD21xCmI/AAAAAAAAAIo/34cDOUHCO5E/s1600-h/19-10-07_1629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316010143697144418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/ScZDD21xCmI/AAAAAAAAAIo/34cDOUHCO5E/s200/19-10-07_1629.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;LOSER ENUFF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-606448708092405813?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/606448708092405813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=606448708092405813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/606448708092405813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/606448708092405813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2009/03/tell-me-about-yourself-survey-name-fyfy.html' title='SNIPPET'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/ScZDD21xCmI/AAAAAAAAAIo/34cDOUHCO5E/s72-c/19-10-07_1629.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-9159553495949730110</id><published>2009-03-19T21:55:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:55:50.364+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infedility on behaviour.....'/><title type='text'>SO MUCH FOR A MR.NICE GUY, EH??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and the award goes to our Best Actor which is full of lies..........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/ScJ4PheiYXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/FFWBZdGttfc/s1600-h/orig_fast_luck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314942718330429810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/ScJ4PheiYXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/FFWBZdGttfc/s200/orig_fast_luck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If there is one word to describe you, i should define you as the '&lt;em&gt;Drama Queen'&lt;/em&gt;, but of course, unless IF you were a girl. darn. Lucky you though, cos u're a guy. Hmm.. What should I called you then? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'&lt;em&gt;Dramatic Guy'&lt;/em&gt;. Too common. How about, '&lt;em&gt;Drama King' ? &lt;/em&gt;Nahhh, too gay-ish (and cs u're not gay,kan?) or perhaps u should be called as the '&lt;em&gt;Best Actor'?&lt;/em&gt; Puuurrrr-feeccct!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Undoubtedly, I used to respect you before this. And the worst part, I tend to believe that you are such a decent, good guy. In our case, I am the one who always has a chance to be a bad guy, a culprit and a trouble-maker. I am very loud! I am being myself. And you? On the other hand, you twist your real self by being someone else. That is not fair, okay! I am piss off because I thought I knew you, but I didn't. Who are you exactly? You said that I am complicated. Complicated as in I used to say that I like you but yet..I don't want you. What is wrong with that, huh? So I do like you, but that doesn't means that we have to be in a relationship. You keep pushing me, looking for an answer. I told you, I am not ready! Can't you understand? I don't feels the butterflies. And yes, it is important for me to have that kind of butterfly thingy cause it's a sign, don't you think? A sign that we have falling in love. And I asked you to wait, because I need to develop that kind of feeling towards you. But you point your fingers on me, telling me that I am enjoying seeing you waiting and keep holding on. I did my part too okay. So it is not that obvious but you know that I am not good in actions or even words. I need a lot of times to think. I told you many times. You didn't listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you even realise that you always says different things but then, you act completely opposites with what u're saying. You said you would give me the times that I need to rethink about us. And space too. But the next day, you would ask the same question all over again and was eager to know my answer on the dot! U're being irrational back. Okay,you like me. Very much. And you want me. Okay. Thank you. I mean, I appreaciate what you're doing all these while. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I felt guilty cause I know you deserved someone better than me. I salute your patience. I almost fell in love with your patience and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But suddenly....the truth reveals! Next day you said '&lt;em&gt;maybe'&lt;/em&gt; you don't love me at all. Maybe you just love the chasing. What the fcukk?!! Man, you are playing this kind of childish game all on your own! And who do you think I am? Some kind of game? I never had any intention to play you. It's just all in your head! So, u're not in love with me. So, u're in love with the game. Point taken! The only thing that I can't understand is, what's with the rush before this? What do you want actually? I figured you are the type of a guy who NEED to be in a relationship. Why petrified being alone? Single? What so bad about it? I've been single for quite some time and I survive! Or maybe you rush because you want to prove something? I sense something, but I don't know what it is. I'm just wondering, if you are not in love with me cause you just love the hard-to-get game, then, why are you rushing before this? Why keeps on saying that we both can actually work this relation out? I am confuse. WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Of all these while, I really thought that you are a good guy. And I kept telling myself, guys like you deserved someone better. And I should be lucky cause you still want me. Bullshit! It turns out that you are just another wanker. And I really really wanna give you a chance. I really did. But you ruined it. You totally ruined it. You don't know who u're messing with, mr. pretentious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stop saying that I'm spitting out this anger in my OWN blog because i fcukly mad at you when you said that your love is a lie. Oh no no no. I am mad/angry/furious/frustated/annoyed/irritated at you because I can't believe you are such a doofus. You didn't deserve me. Thank God, He shows me who you really are and what are your intention on me exactly. You deserved someone who is just like you. An I bet, you know who. We both know who! You guys will make such a lovely couple and deserved each-other! Duak-duak drama queen!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am not some kind of game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stop pretending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All of you is a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm not a good girl but AT LEAST i stay true to myself. I shows my true colors. I am not hypocrite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No more dramas, please. Yeah, you deserved a standing ovation for making me believe that you are someone that I knew, who turns out into someone that I don't know at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thanks A Lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm Sorry, Goodbye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/ScJ2h18nAyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/sUzzojEPM4o/s1600-h/heartbroken-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314940834039661346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/ScJ2h18nAyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/sUzzojEPM4o/s320/heartbroken-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-9159553495949730110?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/9159553495949730110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=9159553495949730110' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/9159553495949730110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/9159553495949730110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-much-for-mr-nice-guy-eh.html' title='SO MUCH FOR A MR.NICE GUY, EH??'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/ScJ4PheiYXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/FFWBZdGttfc/s72-c/orig_fast_luck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-5889460016664032401</id><published>2009-03-16T21:46:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:14:38.353+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling bluessss :)'/><title type='text'>Life is a stage of dramas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;These are my favourite quotes that always keep my head up high and motivates me. I'll share it with you guys and I am sure that you guys are gonna love it..as I did ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEOPLE QUOTES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" They hate me and rate me simply because they ain't me "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" No one is normal. There are just a lot of weird people with things in common. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" Never long for anyone from the past. There is a reason why they never made it to your future. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" I know I'm not perfect. I can't pretend to be, but before you point your fingers, make sure your hands are clean "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one's definition of your life; define YOURSELF "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" Too many people try to fake their way through life. That's why the real ones shine so brightly "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" Life is too short to be distracted by the opinions of the others "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" Reality is for people who lack of imagination " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" When people who don't know you, hate you, that's when you know you're the best " - Paris Hilton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" When you judge someone else, It doesn't define who they are. It defines who YOU are "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;LOVE QUOTES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" Love is not who you can see yourself with. It is you can't see someone you without "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" Love is like quicksand. The deeper and deeper you fall in, the hardest it is to get out "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" If you love someone more than anything, then distance only matters to the mind, not to the heart "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;" Love is not about &lt;em&gt;'it's your fault'&lt;/em&gt; but &lt;em&gt;'Im sorry'&lt;/em&gt;. It's not&lt;em&gt; 'Where are you?'&lt;/em&gt; but&lt;em&gt; 'Im right here'.&lt;/em&gt; Not&lt;em&gt; 'How could you?' &lt;/em&gt;but&lt;em&gt; 'I understand'.&lt;/em&gt; Not&lt;em&gt; 'I wish you were here' &lt;/em&gt;but &lt;em&gt;'Im thankful you are' "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" &lt;/em&gt;Ever notice that the people who hurt you the most are the ones you tend to love more "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" Why do we close our eyes when we dream? When we cry? When we imagine? When we kiss? Because the most beautiful things in life are unseen "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" Ive learned that you know you are in love when you want to tell everyone about it, even if they haven't asked "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" Lust is when you love what you see. Love is when you lust for what's inside "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" I play the same song over and over cause it reminds me of you "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" Immature love says, I love you because I need you. Mature love says, I need you because I love you "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;HEARTBREAK QUOTES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" People think it is holding on that makes you stronger, but sometimes it's letting go "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" Sometimes all you need is a broken heart to realize that something even better is right in front of our eyes, just waiting to be found "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" The worst feeling in the world is knowing you've been used and lied to "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" I don't know which is worse, being the one with the broken heart or being the person that breaks the hearts "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" Sometimes we must get hurt in order to grow; we must fail in order to know. Sometimes our vision only clears after our eyes are washed away with tears "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" I wish I saved all the tears I cried for you so I could fucking drown you in them "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" It's really painful to say goodbye to someone that you don't want to let go but its even more painful to ask someone to stay if they never wanted to stay "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" If you don't love me at my worst then you don't deserve me at my best "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" What do you do when the only person who can stop your tears is the one making you cry "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" I'd rather be your lover than your friend, but I'd rather be your friend than your nobody "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" Don't stay because you think "&lt;em&gt;it will get better&lt;/em&gt;". You'll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things are not better "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;" Too often we don't realize what we have until it's gone... too often we wait too long to say &lt;em&gt;"I'm sorry, I was wrong" "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" The higher you build the walls around your heart, the harder you fall when someone tears them down "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-5889460016664032401?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/5889460016664032401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=5889460016664032401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/5889460016664032401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/5889460016664032401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-is-stage-of-dramas.html' title='Life is a stage of dramas'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-6943785195552850339</id><published>2009-03-16T21:33:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:44:11.884+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking craps.'/><title type='text'>K.A.R.M.A</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;In your life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;you meet people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Some,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;you never think about again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Some,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you wonder what happened to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;There are some you wonder if they ever think about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;And then,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;there are some you wish you never had to think about again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-6943785195552850339?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/6943785195552850339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=6943785195552850339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/6943785195552850339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/6943785195552850339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2009/03/karma.html' title='K.A.R.M.A'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-7438466199748338231</id><published>2009-03-13T19:50:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:16:01.465+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just another day.'/><title type='text'>Cruel Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I went to pick up my mom from her office and it was rain that evening. I waited for my mom to come out, and there, I saw a smartly dressed young couple came out of the communal doorway, both clutching briefcases and umbrellas. It was starting to drizzle slightly, and he took her umbrella from her, opened it out, and handed it back. Aaaw,so sweet. Don't you think? Eventhough it was a simple act of consideration, but it reminded me of how attached love can brings to two people. Those little gestures were so important. Someone pouring you a drink before you'd got round to asking for one, running you a bath because you looked tired, or opening your umbrella before you even thought of doing it yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah, the last time someone had done anything for me had been about 1 years ago or maybe 2. Hmm.. Can't recall actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As cliche as it sounds, time sure does fly by..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I'm still in my denial stage...can you believe it??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The last goodbyes that I received last two years were pretty tough on me. I keep on telling everyone that I am okay and I've moved on. But back then, all I need to do is to convince myself actually. It was so hard for me to grasp was the fact that, that chapter of my life has ended. We had so much funs and I miss those funs. I miss holding hands. I miss the hugs. I miss the late-night talks. I miss the fights. I miss all the regular ritual that couples do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I miss to be in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-7438466199748338231?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/7438466199748338231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=7438466199748338231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/7438466199748338231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/7438466199748338231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2009/03/cruel-joke.html' title='Cruel Joke'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-8090696824465016045</id><published>2009-03-12T22:28:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:16:18.535+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addiction.'/><title type='text'>Year Of The Gentleman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Currently, I am addicted to Ne-Yo's song 'Mad'. Plus, a cred to Neyo for his abilities on songwriting. Sucha beautiful lyrics! *envy his gf*&lt;br /&gt;He is as famous as for his songwriting as for his singing. See how talented this sexaay guy can be? I am infatuated with all of the lyrics thats been written by him. How lucky his girlfriend! And I bet he is waayyyy better than Chris Brown. Why did Rihanna chose Chris Brown rather than this super-talented Neyo. He even look much more hotter than Chris Brown..and even taller!haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be hard to be hot and talented. But our Neyo sure makes it look easy. And he is soooo cool. *drools* He even wrote Rihanna's number 1 hit 'Take A Bow' and 'Unfaithful' and Beyonce's 'Irreplaceable' and the songs were massive hits for the summer and are still played til today. How's that for a resume??&lt;br /&gt;He launched his third album "Year of The Gentleman". Aaaaww,the title itself already shows how hottt he is. The album is smashingly outstanding. Recommended to you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,here is the link on Neyo's latest song 'Mad'. Ohh,I can't stop myself from singing this song.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_6Og2LIshE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_6Og2LIshE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : I lurf lurf lurf lurf this song. It reminds me of the old days. Ahh,how I wish for having sucha talented boyfriend who can writes inspired love songs..hehehe whaaaat?? I am not demanding though,I only speak on behalf of other girls as well :)&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s : i adore guys who can sings and play instrument. Temptation. Sexy. Seductive. Hotness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312335763354302850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/Sbk1OxZWOYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/zE_Q0b-0F1s/s320/heeeeeyyyooo.jpg" 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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-8090696824465016045?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/8090696824465016045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=8090696824465016045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/8090696824465016045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/8090696824465016045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2009/03/year-of-gentleman.html' title='Year Of The Gentleman'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/Sbk1OxZWOYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/zE_Q0b-0F1s/s72-c/heeeeeyyyooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-7443792522022047618</id><published>2009-03-12T14:41:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:59:41.616+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome to my life.'/><title type='text'>Superstititous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've come to realise......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHY &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;COMPLICATE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;THINGS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;WHEN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;WE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CAN &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;BE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHY &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;KEEPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; ON &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;QUESTIONING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;WHEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THERE &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;IS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;NO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;DEFINITE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;ANSWER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHY &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;MISS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;THE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHEN &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;THERE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;IS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;NO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;LAW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;BE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BROKE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO, LIVE YOUR LIFE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;*cheers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-7443792522022047618?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/7443792522022047618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=7443792522022047618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/7443792522022047618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/7443792522022047618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2009/03/superstititous.html' title='Superstititous'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-3717061047533089827</id><published>2009-03-11T03:37:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:41:52.244+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sakit hati mode.'/><title type='text'>It's not a big deal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've received so many feedbacks regarding on my previous entry. The confession that I made regarding a crush on my senior. haha. I think it is normal to have a crush, don't you think? And I think some of you guys been too dramatic after reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please la.. Takkan la tak boleh nak suka kat orang? Haiyaa, I ni masih mudaa! Tak kisahla nak ada &lt;em&gt;crush &lt;/em&gt;kat org ke, &lt;em&gt;crash &lt;/em&gt;kan org ke..... Moreover, it was last season's story okay. Why do you guys have to make this sucha big deal? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And people doubtedly asking &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so if that is supposed to be your private reading for your own self, then y lah u publish it? &lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;" &lt;em&gt;eh fy, sapa guy ya tek? Account juak ka fy? Apa mk org xtauk ohh&lt;/em&gt; " &lt;/span&gt;Poret juak miak tok tek ohh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And even this bah org msg me, &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;" &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tang tulis jak nama nya sia. sapa tek X yaa? apa ku xtauk pun ko suka kat any1? Ko xda cta aku pun? Gyalah kawan?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And etc.. etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hellooooo people&lt;/span&gt;, I don't use a realname cos I have to consider other people feelings as well. And why did I keep it to myself?? Haihh,sukati lah. Dah nama nya &lt;em&gt;crush.&lt;/em&gt; I didn't expect that I'm going to publish it too, you know? And the reason why I published it, because.. this is my blog lah weh! Stop asking some ridiculous question that may not have an answer. And I don't feel like telling anyone about liking this person so much, before this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Enoughla with this. Let it all end in here okay. But before that, here is my favourite quote of all time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" There are something better left unsaid"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Renung-renung kan lah..haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-3717061047533089827?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/3717061047533089827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=3717061047533089827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/3717061047533089827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/3717061047533089827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-not-big-deal.html' title='It&apos;s not a big deal!'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-4305586345905951193</id><published>2009-03-10T21:44:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:17:09.302+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet confusion..'/><title type='text'>I say a lil' prayer..fo me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dear God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You know how muuuuccccccch I love you ;) I really do. And I know you know that. Errrr, we both know I've not been very good lately but im not that naughty i reckon.. A bit la. But not too much la,kan? hehe. Well, the thing is, I &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;KNOW&lt;/span&gt; its your job to give me challenges or obstacles or anything that you called it, but lately, its been too hard you know? I mean, it is a bit &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;CONFUSING&lt;/span&gt;, to be exact. Perhaps you could adjust it a lil bit? I'm going crazy just to think about it. What am I supposed to do anyway? You didn't show me any sign..at all. That's frustating. I know im not supposed to, but i can't stop myself from being so mad at you. I know I shouldn't. But I can't help it. Sorry :'( But maybe you could fix this anger too. I'm not that angry actually. Just a bit frustated. I am confuse. What am I supposed to do? Okay, so you can't answer me. But at least you showed some signs? Pleaseeeeee. And I do know you have trillions of others to think about rather than the hopeless me, and I knoooowwww and aware that my request is kinda silly, but I really do hope you could help me. I want my feeling back. I don't want to be heartless anymore. Okay, I will stop adoring the Kanye West song's entittled 'Heartless'. I will not use it as my ringtone anymore, okay. I promise! And you know right, there is this one guy who really-really and really(100x) likes me. You know I'm not bragging about this,kan? Well actually, can you please help me to develop that kind of &lt;em&gt;like &lt;/em&gt;feeling too? I want to like him back:(  Instead, I want to like him more than he likes me. Or maybe, equal? He is a good guy and you know it. I can sense it though. I really need to know. I hate being so confuse. Emphh, I guess that's it for now. Thank you :) Bless me, okay :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lots of Love&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Me:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SbaER9B7YVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/9TnGQZqcjpM/s1600-h/th_angel.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311578254505369938" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 119px; height: 159px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SbaER9B7YVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/9TnGQZqcjpM/s320/th_angel.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-4305586345905951193?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/4305586345905951193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=4305586345905951193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/4305586345905951193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/4305586345905951193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-say-lil-prayerfo-me.html' title='I say a lil&apos; prayer..fo me'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SbaER9B7YVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/9TnGQZqcjpM/s72-c/th_angel.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-1029990773778338467</id><published>2009-03-09T09:43:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:18:39.674+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speak your mind.'/><title type='text'>Living it up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;STOP EXPECTING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  align="left" style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Not many of u guys would agree to this. I know. Basically, what I mean is, I expect too much before this. So, this is actually a reminder for myself to not expect anything from now onwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  align="left" style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I used to interpret people through my first impression on them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="left" style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;' Ohh, she's nice. And sweet. And well-mannered. We could be best friend!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="left" style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="left" style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;' I can't believe we are on the same page! You know what's on my mind. I guess that m starting to like you '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div face="times new roman" align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="times new roman" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;My perception about other people get in the way of a good friendship or even a relationship. Undeniable, we invent the perfect flawless character when u meet someone new, but when the relation/friendship gets deeper, you are dissapointed that they are different. Different because you are not aware that the first character that you see in the first place is just an imagination that you created.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Stop expecting! Stop expecting that everyone is a good decent person. And stop expecting something bad may occurs in your friendship/relation. I believe, U'd be surprise to see how many good people exist in this world. I tend to believe that we all feels insecure sometimes. Let's just free ourselves from the plastic world. Be what we want to be. Do what we want to do. And speak up! &lt;strong&gt;IT'S GONNA BE OKAY!&lt;/strong&gt; We are free to crossover :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;p/s : I'm not angry ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-1029990773778338467?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/1029990773778338467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=1029990773778338467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/1029990773778338467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/1029990773778338467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2009/03/living-it-up.html' title='Living it up!'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-7071734174810436793</id><published>2009-03-08T21:23:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:17:47.793+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal perceptiom'/><title type='text'>To let it out, to let it in</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;It's been ages I have not updating my blog. It's just sometimes I feel so exposed by the thing I agree to share with here on blogspot. I think most bloggers do feel that way, maybe... Blogging is like giving speeches. The part when you're on your own in your room, typing what's popped out on your mind, which do feels like giving a speech with no audience up front. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Confidence up, heart rate NORMAL, no sweat, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and it is really exciting than being on a real stage. Then there comes a part when you would have to click on 'Publish' for your article to be visible to the public - that part is like walking off the stage after giving a speech, not knowing how'd people look at you after that. It's quite intimidating but so much relieved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Blogging has been so much chalengging.  Particularly on the days when I happened to be a very strong opinionated person. Of course when you've written such a strong entry &amp;amp; not everybody agrees with what you've said, there might be people who'd look or show as if they don't agree. On such days, a famous quote that speaks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;       &lt;em&gt;  " If you don't stand up for something, then you'll fall for anything "&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Everybody has a choice, a moment to choose. There is always a moment. To tell or to not tell. To read or to not read. To judge or to not judge. To believe or to not believe. To understand or to not understand. And to respond or to not respond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And only a fool will say his choice does not reflect who he is, because if you can't be yourself , you can never be like somebody else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;So who am I going to be? And you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I adore Oprah,though..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-7071734174810436793?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/7071734174810436793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=7071734174810436793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/7071734174810436793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/7071734174810436793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-let-it-out-to-let-it-in.html' title='To let it out, to let it in'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-5491017804252743415</id><published>2008-12-10T23:30:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T03:31:37.550+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;ll be okay;)'/><title type='text'>Let love find a way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;What makes you so special than the others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;I have no clue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Not a single hint of irony!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;I like you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;I like you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;I like you too much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;After all these years, I tried to avoid a real relationship. Avoiding commitments,that's me! Since the broke-up with an ex of mine, seems like everything turned upside downs which is far beyond my expectations. I expecting freedom, joys and happiness! So what if I can be friends with all the guys that he use to forbid me to be-friends with? So what if I can go out anywhere and anytime that I want? So what if I can wears anything that suits me? But I guess,sometimes I feels an emptiness. Like something is missing. There is no one to argue with. No one to made me so damn angry and able to made me switched my phone off and yet still hoping that he would find me,in any ways. No one to say what's right and what's wrong for me. Oh how I miss to be loved and in love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's over a year now. There are certain few guys who is trying so hard to impress me but the thing is, I have no slightest feeling on them. Yeah,call me stupid! Idiot! Whatsoever! Most of them are good guys, I mean quite good-looking, educated, concern, caring, blablabla.. But one thing for sure, it takes two to tango. How can I involve physically and mentally with any of them if there is no attachment on feelings? Eventually, it will hurt them as I know myself very well&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.*chill down*&lt;/span&gt;Well basically, I knew this one guy. Let's just called him as X. He is my senior in the University but somehow this should be his final semester. I have to admit, the very first time that I saw him during my first semester, he gave me this kind of goosebumps feeling. Yeah, it's weird though. I don't even know him yet I felt like somehow someday we will have our chance to get to know each other&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*crossed fingers*&lt;/span&gt; Since then, I always bumped into him but he showed no signs of interest. Boohoo! haha. And lemme tell you something, I even hired an investigator - not some kind of paid's private investigator! Just a friend of mine. I asked him to search for his phone number, and yeah, he did! The next thing I know is, I texted him and pathetically there was no replied from him! So, that's that. After that, I know that it is impossible for me to get his attention. So, I backed off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years goes by and we did our own thing. This should be my final semester for me in Diploma and final semester for him in Bachelor. Somehow, miracle do happens...eventually! He makes his first move by sending me a message in my friendster :) :) :) Okay! And he knows me! I mean, literally, he noticed me!hahaha Since then, we REALLY DO got a chance to know each other personally. He asked for my phone number and we went out several times. I really dooooo have a crush on him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;He is different than other guys that I barely know. I mean, there is something about him that males me wonder "So,what's next?". &lt;strong&gt;Unpredictable.&lt;/strong&gt; That is how I would define him. He is totally not a sweet talker. He only says what he only needs to say. Very quiet. Never talking crap. Patience. And hates arguing. When we argue, he will remains silence. Yeah, that could be soooo stressed up for me. But looking at the bright side, it also means he does not like to bring up nonsense things and turn it to big issues. You have no idea how much I adore him! I have no guts to tell him that I like him in any and every ways. He did'nt show any signs that he liked me back. We never spoke regarding that kind of bonding feeling actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now you know how much I like X. Sooo soo much til it hurts me badly. Seeing him so close but yet it feels so far. Smiling and laughing to our jokes but deep inside fighting for this friendship remains beautifully as friendship. All that I wanted is to tell him how much I care about him. How much I am going crazy just to think about him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;But it is time to let him go and say goodbye:( Even it is so hard for me to let him to go, I'll always have the memories. She'll always there for you exactly the way you want it too. Yeah eventhough you don't know how my feelings on you, that's okay:) Maybe that is love. To be able to let the one you love be happy with or without you. No worries X, I'll always pray for your happiness. After all these years, I'll miss the signs and spent my life searching for "&lt;strong&gt;The One&lt;/strong&gt;" when you were right there in front of me. And it took me 3 years to realise it. It is too late for me . I can't believe, all along you were the one. We spent three years studying at the same place, bumped into each other for the umpteenth times and all the time I never knew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;But that's okay. I know that my heart will find love again:) So now is the time to begin. Chaiyok,fyyy!! Til love comes again, i'll be OKAY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s : It was supposed to be my private journal for myself. But, you insist to read it. So,here you go. And please please please, I hope our friendship will remains the same as before after you read this. No pressure k, u-noe-who :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;p/p/s : It was written a long time ago. Only been publish recently. Cool yeah,everyone :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-5491017804252743415?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/5491017804252743415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=5491017804252743415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/5491017804252743415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/5491017804252743415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2008/12/ps-i-love-you.html' title='Let love find a way'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-2574118209463284752</id><published>2008-12-05T21:32:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T22:47:55.000+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curiousity. hmmph..'/><title type='text'>Man VS. Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Basically, I have nothing to write but I've got an inspiration for writing an article on Mars Versus Venus.. Sounds tempting? Heh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Let's see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOW TO IMPRESS A WOMAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wine her. Dine her. Call her. Hug her. Support her. Hold her. Surprise her. Compliment her. Smile at her. Listen to her. Laugh with her. Cry with her. Romance her. Encourage her. Believe in her. Pray for her. Cuddle with her. Shop with her. Give her jewellery. Buy her diamonds. Send rosses to her. Hold her hand. Write love letters to her. Go to the end of the Earth and back again for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOW TO IMPRESS A MAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Show up naked. Don't block the TV. Let him play PS1/2/3 all night without interruption. Served Pizza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TO MAKE A WOMAN HAPPY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;A man only needs to be her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;a companion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;a lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;a brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;a father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;a master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;a chef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;an electrician&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;a carpenter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;a plumber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;a mechanic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;a decorator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;a stylist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;a sexologist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;a gynaecologist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;a psychologist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;a pest exterminator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;a psychiatrist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;a healer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;a good listener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;an organiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;a good father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;very clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;sympathetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;attractive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;attentive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;gallant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;intelligent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;creative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;tender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;tolerate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;prudent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;ambitious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;capable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;courageous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;determined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;passionate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;dependable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;WITHOUT FORGETTING TO :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;45.&lt;/span&gt; give her lotsa attentions and loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;46.&lt;/span&gt; love shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;47.&lt;/span&gt; be very rich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;48.&lt;/span&gt; not stress her out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;49.&lt;/span&gt; not look at other girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;AND AT THE SAME TIME, GUY MUST ALSO :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;50.&lt;/span&gt; look your very best when going out with her, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;not when going out with your best buddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;51.&lt;/span&gt; give her lotsa time, especially time for herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;52&lt;/span&gt;. give her lotsa space, not worrying wherever she goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;IT IS VERY-VERY-VERY IMPORTANT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;53.&lt;/span&gt; Never to forget :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;*her birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;*monthsary, anniversaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;*promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;*arrangement she makes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW TO MAKE A MAN HAPPY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sh*g him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Leave him in peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666600;"&gt;NICKNAMES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;If Sophea, Melissa, Amalyana and Amelia go out for lunch, they will call each other Sophea, Melissa, Amalyana and Amelia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;If Nick, Gary, Bryan and Edward go out, they will affectionately refer to each other as Gay-Boy, Peanut-Head, Godzilla and Scrappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#666600;"&gt;EATING OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;When the bill arrives, Nick, Gary, Bryan and Edward will each throw in RM20, eventhough it's only RM32.50. None of them will have nothing smaller, and none will actually admit they want change back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;When the girls get their bill, out come the pocket calculator :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666600;"&gt;BATHROOMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A man has six items in his bathroom : a toothbrush, shaving cream, a razor, bar of soap and a towel from the Holiday Inn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The average number of item in typical women's bathroom is 37. A man would not be able to identify most of these items.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666600;"&gt;FUTURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A woman worries about her future until she gets a husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A man never worries about his future until he gets a wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#666600;"&gt;SUCCESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A successful man is one who makes money more than his wife can spend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A successful woman is one who can find such a successful man:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#666600;"&gt;DRESSING UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants,empty the garbage, answer the phone, read a book, and sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A man will dress up for weddings and funerals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#666666;"&gt;So, what say you???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-2574118209463284752?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/2574118209463284752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=2574118209463284752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/2574118209463284752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/2574118209463284752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2008/12/man-vs-women.html' title='Man VS. Women'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-474001926079016987</id><published>2008-11-21T00:17:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T01:20:16.599+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun.fun.fun.shhyyyiiiiiiit.'/><title type='text'>This is my card..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Recently, I have been staying at home pathetically and being a couch potato, acting like a complete loser!! What can I say? There's no bf to bring me out and cheers me up T_T&lt;br /&gt;So, I have been contemplating on whether or not should I get a job. Me, working????!!? I have never-ever worked a single day in my whole entire life so far!! I mean, I helped my dad before this but it is totally beyond "working".. But maybe - maybe! now it is a good time to start any..hmmmmm..I do need some cash to get that fabulous purple dress from MNG, and I also need MAC's blusher, nude mocha gloss, concealer, foundation.. Ugghh!! Almost everything la.. T_T soo kesian ohh? In that case, I will DEFINITELY consider working then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I don't want today to turn out just like any other day! I need to stop planting myself in front of the TV and waste another 24 hours! So, today I'll get my ass off the couch, put on some nice clothes and go look for a job:)  Yup, I'm totally a new person today!!:D I now feel like being " &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sophea, the girl who grabs life by the balls..the girl who make things happen!!!&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;" chewahhhh!! WORLD HERE I COME!!!! Err,that is after Oprah.. Teehee!=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Update at night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And surprisingly... Something bizzare happened today ok! I got a job!!!!! Okay so what if it's just an admin clerk at my dad's company ( small company btw and it's a joint partner watsoever ). Well the thing is, my dad is away for business trip in Miri so his partner was the one whose been interviewing me..heheh Yeayyy!! I got my first job, without my dad's suggestion, helps or bla bla bla.. heheh I'm proud of myself! This is my FIRST job, FIRST interview, FIRST real task - yeah you read it right! But hold the judgement please, I'ma late bloomer. I know I'm lame coz I'm all excited about getting a measly job but I get bloody paid for this and that will be sufficient enough to buy 1 dress and 1 foundation..heheh But but, still there is something much more bigger and better which is, I have something to put on my resume laterrrr (yesssss!!), and not being teased for getting a job by daddy's help (double yessssss!!) You know what, this kind of feeling, It's kinda like getting your first real kiss or having your first relationship. It should be a huge deal shouldn't it? I aware that I'll definitely have a love-hate relationship with my job cause it's going to be crazy once the company get a big tender to handle. Somehow, I'd like to think it's a ticket to greater things in my  life, a sort of indication that I'm actually growing up and making my OWN money ( i repeat - my OWN money woohooo! )&lt;br /&gt;Sophea - Now admin clerk , few years time PRIME MINISTER!!! Hoyeeaahh!! Watch out world. here I come!! Oh and if everyone would pray for me so that I don't screw up horribly and get myself fired ( before dad's coming ), I would be foreveerrr grateful, Thanksss!!:):) Oh btw, STEP ASIDE PAK LAH!!! Muahahahahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;p/s : Just for the record, no I'm not planning to work with my dad all my life, it's just till holiday ends. You wanna know what is happening in the office? hahaha. I get my own desk and using working clothes and and oh yeah, I'm gonna tell you a sacred secret... Lemme give you a hint! Office backstabbing bitches ( funnaaayyy!) So, how fun is that huh? I am starting to like this new environment..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Updates you later! Toodles~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-474001926079016987?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/474001926079016987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=474001926079016987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/474001926079016987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/474001926079016987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-my-card.html' title='This is my card..........'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-828602369073761676</id><published>2008-11-17T16:27:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:37:17.294+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silence moment.'/><title type='text'>happy ending..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every story has their happy ending...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine will come soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God's willing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, let's keep a crossing fingers for a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"never-ending happiness"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-828602369073761676?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/828602369073761676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=828602369073761676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/828602369073761676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/828602369073761676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-ending.html' title='happy ending..'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-3634098244722532062</id><published>2008-11-17T00:48:00.012+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T01:20:31.437+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plunters punch.blue lagoon.daiquries.singapore slinge.'/><title type='text'>Just Dance Pt. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;As i promise... Here are the pictures:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So let the pictures speaks for itself aight:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SSBeRNctN6I/AAAAAAAAAEw/yQvlkgfFANc/s1600-h/DSC02114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269315213784332194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SSBeRNctN6I/AAAAAAAAAEw/yQvlkgfFANc/s200/DSC02114.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we had funs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269315623239657058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SSBepCydpmI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jyuU2v7kkqg/s200/DSC02116.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;with partner-in-crime,say helloo to Mel Lissa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SSBfKk-3FII/AAAAAAAAAFA/nAN3ur6o3v0/s1600-h/DSC02131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269316199354143874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SSBfKk-3FII/AAAAAAAAAFA/nAN3ur6o3v0/s200/DSC02131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; meet Zaem...errr,and he's not ready for the snap! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SSBgCTDCYPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/cXa6ocfmCV8/s1600-h/DSC02132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269317156612497650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SSBgCTDCYPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/cXa6ocfmCV8/s200/DSC02132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Herrreeee Zaem!! Oh nvm,he's cutee in here:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SSBgZnyFWdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kRelY77Sgko/s1600-h/n519632203_1578581_164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269317557315525074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SSBgZnyFWdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kRelY77Sgko/s200/n519632203_1578581_164.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       So she loves me..heheh     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269318193754319218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SSBg-qs6qXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-hkrSqI8x78/s200/n519632203_1578570_7257.jpg" border="0" /&gt; geesh! Where am I lookin?&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SSBh3ooqdWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/HoT2sny20p0/s1600-h/n519632203_1578583_734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269319172452152674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SSBh3ooqdWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/HoT2sny20p0/s200/n519632203_1578583_734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he's a good dancer!eheh.. salute u,bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SSBiSAN_ARI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vac4Vj_NrQs/s1600-h/n519632203_1578603_6668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269319625459302674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SSBiSAN_ARI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vac4Vj_NrQs/s200/n519632203_1578603_6668.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SSBiSAN_ARI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vac4Vj_NrQs/s1600-h/n519632203_1578603_6668.jpg"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Messed! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess that's it! Too sleepy to upload every pictures in here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Night-Night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ZzzzZZZzzzzzzZZZZzZz.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-3634098244722532062?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/3634098244722532062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=3634098244722532062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/3634098244722532062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/3634098244722532062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-dance-pt-2.html' title='Just Dance Pt. 2'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SSBeRNctN6I/AAAAAAAAAEw/yQvlkgfFANc/s72-c/DSC02114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-8106046867533466021</id><published>2008-11-16T10:21:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T11:11:58.178+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clubbing. cam-whoring. Silhouette.'/><title type='text'>Just Dance pt. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I've had a blast night last night!! Went to the Silhouette and the place got packed with crowds.. The music is more into Club &amp;amp; Pub.. Yeahh, I'm loving it!! Too long till I can't even remember when was the last time that i dance! So all bodies to the hips and legs got all cramped and aches everywhere.. But i was enjoying the night and we got cam-whored all night long!! The pictures are not with me now, still with Deeno and Melissa.. Will ask them to upload for me later aight!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ohhh guess who did i met last night??? Lotsa lotsa old friends, partners-in crime, crushes &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yeah..with the -es)&lt;/span&gt; haha.. and my my my.. I even met "that" particular guy who used to ruined my previous relationship with my ex-boyfriend! We said "Hi!" to each other and that's that! The funny thing is, he is totally NOT the type of guy that I would fall to.. He's cute though and for God sake, he looks innocent!! You guys heard me! He looks I.N.N.O.C.E.N.T, but I'm telling you -Never-ever judge a book via its cover!!~ Ohh I met Zaem as well:):)  Okay,back to the story..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"That" guy- he is not the type with all those schweet wordsla but he's cool, demure which is veryy the effin quiet okay! and simple.. So not my type okay! I am soo totally NOT cool, very loud and talks too much and I love Bling-Bling. and Gladiator. and cute tops. and sexy Lingerie. and I watch Gossip Girls and and.. Fy, enough la with youu!!! heh..=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;We used to get hooked up with each other before and that is because I wanna try something different for me. So I crossed the border line. Heh Heh. But but the relationship cannot go on due to many problems. I can't give up my 3 years relationship and he can't give up his girlss &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yeah with the -sssss)&lt;/span&gt;  I'm telling you, I know him for a months and I deal with lotsa shits within that range of period! Urggghhh! So much for a different guy eh,fy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Now lets moving on! Love is crap! But why bother searching and longing for it,uh? Right now, I don't need a boyfriend to complete me.. But I do want a fling!! hahah.. So much hating the commitment right now.. And do you know what else that I want?? I wanna dance!! I love dancing! I thought that I should take dancing class this holiday, don't you think? Or perhaps, practicing and learning new moves at the nearest and happening clubs. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;So I'm tired writing all these crappy silly things. I better stop! Will continue mumbling later,guys:) See you soon. Very soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Till then, toodles~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-8106046867533466021?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/8106046867533466021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=8106046867533466021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/8106046867533466021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/8106046867533466021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-dance-pt-1.html' title='Just Dance pt. 1'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-5947809231850185937</id><published>2008-11-13T22:54:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:27:57.209+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oohh la la ice cream.'/><title type='text'>temptations..temptations...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today smells a bit different. Not like yesterday. I'm hungraaayyy!! You know what I feel like making? A white chocolate brownie. How contradicting.. A WHITE brownie. Now that's amazing! You know what else is amazing? The fact that I am still hungry even after I've had like, 4 Big Apple's Donuts, 2 sticks of marshmallow chocolates and ICE CREAM.. Yuummmyylicious! Sucha finger lickin' good! But i supposed to get a vanilla ice-cream when the lady rip my heart off when she said only chocolate left.. Grrrrrr!! All my day filled with CHOCOLATE yaw! It's not that I don't like chocolate, it just that vanilla taste much much much moreee betteerrrrr~ Oh yeah, for your infos, I am infatuated with ICE CREAM - vanilla ice cream! Ohh La La!! Vanilla ice cream seems like associated with everything happy in the world, like rainbows and ponies and yeah..unicorns(are they even existed before??now perhaps?)haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, this blog was brought to you by Sophea's left side of the brain.. errr,maybe right! Whatsoeverrrr!!~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SRxT8XF9t-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Jnrt_KbdM9I/s1600-h/BrownieWhiteChoc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 82px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SRxT8XF9t-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Jnrt_KbdM9I/s200/BrownieWhiteChoc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268177960572925922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;                                               it supposed to be whiteee!!! urrgghh!! u win,chocolate!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SRxUfaLf6HI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ngfpGMRzIwc/s1600-h/Independence-Day-Ice-Cream-Sundae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SRxUfaLf6HI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ngfpGMRzIwc/s200/Independence-Day-Ice-Cream-Sundae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268178562696865906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;                                        My favordest of alllllll!!! Indulge the temptation.. *drools*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-5947809231850185937?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/5947809231850185937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=5947809231850185937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/5947809231850185937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/5947809231850185937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2008/11/temptationstemptations.html' title='temptations..temptations...'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SRxT8XF9t-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Jnrt_KbdM9I/s72-c/BrownieWhiteChoc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-5196720220011513410</id><published>2008-11-12T17:37:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:43:05.049+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retarded</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;My my my.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Insecurity can be such a bitchy can't it??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ha ha ha ha ha ( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;insert bitchy wink here &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-5196720220011513410?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/5196720220011513410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=5196720220011513410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/5196720220011513410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/5196720220011513410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2008/11/retarded.html' title='Retarded'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-1922336353660893719</id><published>2008-11-09T21:25:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:51:07.373+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serious thought. self-obsession.'/><title type='text'>It's true!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.......I desire simple things.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ironic thing is, I am complicated. Complicated but simple. Heh! What is that supposed to mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOME&lt;/span&gt; people, the thought of getting into a serious relationship seems as appealing as scrubbing an elephant's ass, but yet the thought of being alone is extremely petrifying. What is it that we're searching, hoping and waiting for anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,i have an issues with myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SRb4IhEm8kI/AAAAAAAAAEA/humaJcLT8Gg/s1600-h/DSC00627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SRb4IhEm8kI/AAAAAAAAAEA/humaJcLT8Gg/s200/DSC00627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266669639456715330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 To commit or not to commit?? Hmmmphh..&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*wondering*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-1922336353660893719?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/1922336353660893719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=1922336353660893719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/1922336353660893719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/1922336353660893719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-true.html' title='It&apos;s true!'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SRb4IhEm8kI/AAAAAAAAAEA/humaJcLT8Gg/s72-c/DSC00627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-590627549995843325</id><published>2008-11-03T20:52:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T13:56:16.922+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonderful world.'/><title type='text'>You think you know, but you have no idea at all..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;It's funny how people assume your character even when they don't know anything about you.. I've had people telling me I'm spoiled, wild, arrogant, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rasa kacak&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;nnoying, snobbish and etc....and they don't know where I've come from, what I've been through or ANYTHING about my history. I may look "spoiled" to some people who think I'm not capable of standing on my own two feet..but underneath this exterior is a completely determined girl who is going to succeed in life by doing it all on her own, and I don't need people assumptions to bring me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's some people who obviously don't have a life and is damn bored with things surrounds her and she just tries to irritates and annoys me and think that she can inflict me even just a bit of pain in the ass! Boohooo! Soorrryy gals, my world seriously does not revolve around you *bwekkk!* Don't ever think that I am going to fall for all the bullshit stuffs that you guys tried to create, aight! =) I have a fabulous life to live, no time for all those nonsense things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,I better stop complaining now.. Need extra-extra sleep! And by the way, my taxation paper quite tough! Big suxxxxx!!! I went blank during the exam.. Totally blank! What is wrong with me????? Whatever! Better focus on my next paper:) Think positive,fy! Gambate!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : To someone that challenge me to delete &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"that" &lt;/span&gt;blog, well I just did :D&lt;br /&gt;I am moving on! I will stop living in the past and be a better person *crossing fingers*&lt;br /&gt;And thx for your advices.. Your sarcasm made me open up my eyes=P Thx,you-know-who-you-are!:=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-590627549995843325?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/590627549995843325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=590627549995843325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/590627549995843325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/590627549995843325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-think-you-know-but-you-have-no-idea.html' title='You think you know, but you have no idea at all..'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-9052720649069673460</id><published>2008-11-03T20:03:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:14:47.781+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance. relationship'/><title type='text'>*sighs*</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;" That thing, that moment, when you kiss someone and everything around you become hazy and the only thing in focus is you and this person and you realize that, that person that you're supposed to kiss for the rest of your life, and for one moment you get this amazing gift and you want to laugh and you want to cry because you feel so lucky you found it and scared that it will away at the same time "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Josie Geller, &lt;em&gt;Never Been Kissed &lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-9052720649069673460?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/9052720649069673460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=9052720649069673460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/9052720649069673460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/9052720649069673460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2008/11/sighs.html' title='*sighs*'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-3374479951633155736</id><published>2008-11-01T21:17:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:31:03.743+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anticipating.'/><title type='text'>Behold, my future!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay, so i'm having a final examination now.. and please please please Lord, i wanna graduate on time!! To think about all the upcoming papers, it makes my head spinning upside down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;blerggh! Let's talk about something more interesting aight =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So I've been single now.. Well, this is the perfect time for me to rethink about the bad side of me and try to change it.. Improvisation!!*wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was once in a Long Distance Relationship (LDR), but it was painful even selfish.. Painful because the only thing that connected us was cellphone!! T_T And nooo, we NEVER web-cammed or 3G-ing to each other.. To think about it now, why ohh never use it? eheh Enough with the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;People usually petrified to be alone. But not me. I prefer to be alone. single. myself. errr,maybe at this moment je lh:) SUPER SINGLE. And ready to mingle! Single as Kraft cheese singles (yummylicious!need to remind myself to get some next time grocery shopping) hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sure I'm excited but what happen if I am still single at the age of 24, 25, 26?? 29?? NO NO NO!! I can't and won't let it happen.. Please Lord, open up my heart and I don't wanna be heartless nemore..Tsk..Tsk.. I have plans,mind you.. At the age of 24, i should be working with this big well-known company and get paid a big sum of amount every month. Should engage to my dream guy at the age of 25( no i don't have any dream guy at the moment except for hayden christensen but he's taken dy..boohoo!) and at the age of 26 I shoulda be a wifey to somebody.. heheh.. Be a good responsible mom at 27;););) Me waaaaaaannnnt a baby soo soo much! Can now eh? heheh.. Kidding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My friend is getting engaged today and she's only 21.. At friggin 21 already a fiancee to someone.. *envy* And don't tell me you didn't checked out people's profiles on friendster, myspace or facebook and gasped when you see their "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;married" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;status and then almost faint when you see they have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, all this at YOUR age or year younger or older! In fact, only today I was checking out this hotty mommy's profile on friendster - just one year older than me and she's got a beautiful baby girl, a good-looking husband, a big mansion that can fit 10 peoples in it, AND is very slim and gorgeoussss. I caught myself thinking, " I want this. This is the life that I want " I have always thought I was going to married young ( and blame my mum and aunties for this! ) and have a beautiful family all by 26/27 :) Stop snickering me now wehh! Yep that was me and something tells me it's still me sometimes..errr,most of the times =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But let's face it, I'm not going to have a beautiful Tiffany n Co engagement ring ( the three stone Lucida ring:D) on my finger anytime soon - unless a miracle happens T_T Sometimes I wish i had a crystal ball so I could just get it over with and hunt down this man I am supposedly spend the rest of my life with sooner. Ehehehehe.. But to think about it, maybe it is much more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;exciting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;not knowing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have read a zillion articles in Cleo and Cosmo which list down the " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Top Ten Reasons Why Being Single Rocks! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;" or " &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Top 15 Things You Can Do Without A Man but With Ice-Cream  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;" (Okay, so I made that one up..) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but why do we need to convince ourselves that being single is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;great! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;fun! ?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe being single &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; be fun without having to remind ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it's fun....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's okay to worry as long as it does not affect my whole life. So what if I won't have a ring on my finger anytime soon?  So what if I don't have a beautiful bouncing baby by the time I'm 27?  So what if I have nooooo idea who this lucky man will be... ahem..:)  or if he's even in the same continent as me as we speak (or write?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Proudly, I decided I love not knowing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;is going to come 'round the corner.  There's the fun right there. The anticipation of knowing somewhere, somehow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The One &lt;/span&gt;is out there doing (and he'd better doing something classy, like reading a book, listening to jazz - not like picking his nose or farting around..heheh). And if all else fails, I will turn to the wise words of George Michael - &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;you've gotta have faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-3374479951633155736?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/3374479951633155736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=3374479951633155736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/3374479951633155736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/3374479951633155736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2008/11/behold-my-future.html' title='Behold, my future!'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-4387492794165467086</id><published>2008-10-27T22:25:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:15:51.360+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i wanna be normal.haha'/><title type='text'>End of me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna be normal....again! I wanna sees the world. I wanna smiles even confronting the ups &amp;amp; downs in life. I want to be strong and not afraid to reveals myself. I wanna fight for what i believe in &amp;amp; not become what others want me to be. I wanna sings out loud everytime i take a step forward. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ironic thing is,there is a lots of things that i've been thinking about..maybe planning..blerrghh,i dunnoe! I've been thinking a lot about my future and dwelling a heck of a lot on my past that I need to direct all these thoughts somewhere, so where else but blogspot.heh!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can't sleep at night because I'm petrified of what's in store for me in the future. Where the heck will I be working? And as whatttt??? And will I like this job that I'm doing? What if my pay is crap and I can't afford to buy designer handbags, my dream cars and my envisioned on my future is totally just a distant dream??? Whenever i think about it, it got me so petrified and get these shivers down my spine and resist me the urge to puke..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ewww!gross!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally lost deep inside the world of mind that i created..boohoo!&lt;br /&gt;Get a life,fy!R.E.A.L life! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SQXmdHEYi7I/AAAAAAAAADI/RDZ7-BwRcL4/s1600-h/PA250264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SQXmdHEYi7I/AAAAAAAAADI/RDZ7-BwRcL4/s200/PA250264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261865127440321458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;m a messed even wen i was driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SQXnNmQbENI/AAAAAAAAADQ/sEx1eex6ZyM/s1600-h/18-05-08_1449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SQXnNmQbENI/AAAAAAAAADQ/sEx1eex6ZyM/s200/18-05-08_1449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261865960446038226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    dekat rumah org pun,m a messed!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SQXoJ8AuEII/AAAAAAAAADY/Xx4Hxb_ARco/s1600-h/IMG0083A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SQXoJ8AuEII/AAAAAAAAADY/Xx4Hxb_ARco/s200/IMG0083A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261866997077905538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is how i looked like when m all stress out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-THE END-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-4387492794165467086?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/4387492794165467086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=4387492794165467086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/4387492794165467086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/4387492794165467086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2008/10/end-of-me.html' title='End of me!'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SQXmdHEYi7I/AAAAAAAAADI/RDZ7-BwRcL4/s72-c/PA250264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-649448602582763489</id><published>2008-10-27T21:55:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:24:04.283+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amirul and stupid me.'/><title type='text'>Thank you for loving me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i chose to stop trying..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i chose to let you go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i chose to not be selfish anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i am truly deeply sorry,sayang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i can't bear watching me hurting you..do not wait for me..please,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;for your own sake..find someone that deserved you more than i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i do care for you,i do like you and i do love you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;but i know,it's not the same &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;that i can give..&lt;br /&gt;this has nothing to do about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIM &lt;/span&gt;anymore,i can assure you..&lt;br /&gt;the only problem is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;..it's always me.&lt;br /&gt;i am the one who always create the chaos between us.&lt;br /&gt;i am the one who always think of myself before even thinking of your feeling.&lt;br /&gt;i am the one who is being bossy all the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop asking me to keep on trying cuz in the end,m gonna hurts you evenmore..thank you for&lt;br /&gt;being there..thank you for listening to all my crappy shit talks and thank you soo soo much for every-single-thing,sayang..&lt;br /&gt;i know that i should stop calling you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sayang..&lt;/span&gt;but i wont..for now,perhaps..&lt;br /&gt;you are the most amazing guy i ever knew and met..&lt;br /&gt;i will never forget you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me,sayang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-649448602582763489?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/649448602582763489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=649448602582763489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/649448602582763489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/649448602582763489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-you-for-loving-me.html' title='Thank you for loving me..'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-4112862110650818547</id><published>2008-10-20T18:59:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:07:10.137+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frm zero to...ZERO again..'/><title type='text'>this is a depressing blog, so don't read it.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I find myself facing so many trying times in my life - especially lately, one after the other,that I've grown &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;NUMB&lt;/span&gt; to everything. And I'm not even 22 yet. Maybe it's about time I actually start forwarding those damn chain letters I delete so carelessly in my inbox. It's funny how I have never been superstitious, yet with everything happening lately, I pick up a penny when I see one, knock on wood, avert my eyes quickly when I read a 'chain comment' on youtube (you know the ones where if you dont repost it you get bad luck till the day you die, like when you're on your deathbed trying to breathe your last dying breath and say your last dying words to your wife/husband and kids and suddenly, an airplane drops on the roof of your house just as you struggle to open your wrinkly mouth) - anything to keep more shit happening to me in my life. Call me stupid, but I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;desperate&lt;/span&gt;. Really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;desperate&lt;/span&gt;. I just need things to be....&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;N&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;O&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;R&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;M&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.I want to be happy with my life..or maybe I need a break from it, maybe just a breather. Sometimes I even find it hard to breathe because my heart and head feel too heavy. I had the weirdest urge to run in front of moving traffic the other day, but I know I was just being dramatic. Besides, I never thought myself as the suicidal type. Even I had a Britney-inspired idea- contemplated shaving all my hair off (Britney, I feel you gal!!). I swear, if I was a drinker I would be a raving alcoholic..right about now. I've come to a conclusion - the older you get, the more shit you get happening to you. Depressing, izzit? Told you not to read this blog..&lt;/span&gt; Cheers :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-4112862110650818547?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/4112862110650818547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=4112862110650818547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/4112862110650818547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/4112862110650818547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-depressing-blog-so-dont-read-it.html' title='this is a depressing blog, so don&apos;t read it.........'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-5956348414684818388</id><published>2008-10-18T16:00:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T19:02:40.623+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh-soo-not-me'/><title type='text'>Ima Lion, hear me ROAAARRRRR!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LEO WOMAN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;She will stand out of the crowd on the street. The Leo woman is normally tall or rather tall. You will hardly see a short thick woman. When she walks she walks like a queen, confident and does not look around, as if there is no one around her. She will dress in her own style not according to fashion. She is confident of what she chooses to wear. Do not buy cheap clothes where they sell in dozens for her as a gift, she will hate it. Also do not buy clothes that do not reflect her confident personality. She likes unique and strange clothes and accessories. Being different is what she loves. If you want to know her, take time and be patient because she is selective about people she mingles with. She's opened minded, yet she is not letting people get too close to her easily. She likes sweet words and compliments, but not too much. She smiles with anyone, but inside she thinks she is born to be a leader. She likes to be in control because it is in her nature instinct.    She is a graceful woman, and she has a magnetic charisma, so expect tough competition. She is a very proud person, so do not do anything to challenge her confidence. She can be mad and act like a hurricane, and later can be like an innocent kitten, but do not fall for that. She remembers everything and likes to cherish her sweet memories, so if you find her old photo albums with her ex-boyfriend or love letters that will make you puke, take it easy. This does not mean she is still in love with her old flame, so you do not have to panic. She will have many guys run after her, so if you have the advantage of a good background family, or a famous last name, a successful career then it's a plus. She hates to be poor and she thinks love will not pay bills. If you want to date her, be prepare to spend big bucks, for your first dinner with her can not be a hot dog stand, but the best place in town. . She likes extravagance, no cheap gift, and no cheap dinner. Being poor or broke makes her depressed. If you do not have lots of money, be creative and make your own gift for her. Its unique quality and the time spent making it for her is a big deal to her. You can think economical, but do not be cheap.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(....hmmm..not exactly 100% true..I don't think I'm THAT materialistic..I mean, of course every girl likes nice things, don't we? But it's definitely not my top priority. My top priority would be a guy who is PATIENT. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SPnOxj_SSAI/AAAAAAAAACo/hE3hPD8yoqE/s1600-h/DSC00964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SPnOxj_SSAI/AAAAAAAAACo/hE3hPD8yoqE/s200/DSC00964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258461390801356802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LION MUCH???haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-5956348414684818388?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/5956348414684818388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=5956348414684818388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/5956348414684818388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/5956348414684818388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2008/10/ima-lion-hear-me-roaaarrrrr.html' title='Ima Lion, hear me ROAAARRRRR!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SPnOxj_SSAI/AAAAAAAAACo/hE3hPD8yoqE/s72-c/DSC00964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-3732759051770703075</id><published>2008-10-18T13:59:00.011+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T15:26:03.394+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one for all :)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all for one'/><title type='text'>My lecturer and classmates RAWK!!!</title><content type='html'>Finally! The Audit exam was over.. The question may looked so easy-peasy but it's kinda tricky.. Will tell u guys sumore later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began my day as early as 7.15 a.m. Kinda early as my exam start at 10am.. Soo baik ohh to get up very early on Saturday morning:) Well, it took about an hour for me to get ready and approximately at 9am, i drove to uitm.. Driving slightly slow as usually there won't be any traffic today.. I enjoyed the view sambil singing-singing, dreaming and etc.. When i almost reached the toll, I was looking for my purse in the bag.. And guess what??? I totally forgot my purse okay!! Darn it! Soo clumsy! How can i forgot my purse?? Dhla the fuel soo sikit dy and now i have to make a U-turn going back to my house! Grrrrrrr!!! Along the way, i tried to recalled back why on earth did i forgot the most important thing! Umbrella tak plak lupe.. Ciss! Now im speeding like remp-it dah plak..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sempatla taking a picture of myself..hehe&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*evils laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SPmPa5RBpvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fCt1cV6DSL0/s1600-h/DSC01302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SPmPa5RBpvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fCt1cV6DSL0/s200/DSC01302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258391732143367922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&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;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Fulfill the minah-rempit criteria ehh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached uitm almost 10am..walauweyh seh fyy! Then i went to the class and getting ready for my exam.. My lecturer sesgtlaa sporting-morting! The class packed with all accountancy students as we combined both classes so there were no seat left. I have to berangkut all the table and chair from another classroom, I even sat with my partner-in-crimes, Fatin and Nadee.. The funny thing is, there were only two tables but the three of us sat together which is very effin near okay.. Dhla my lecturer only sat beside us as we are in the front row.. haha! I am so curious and wonder why this lecturer of us always left us and strolling around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;OUTSIDE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the classroom!! Get the picture? O-U-T-S-I-D-E!! So, we took this opportunity to toyol-ing..haha The three of us discuss the answers but we changed and alteredla the answer sikit so that it won't looked obvious that we had "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;discussion" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahaha. Mischievous thp dewa tol lh student account! There is one part of the question that require some fact and case yet the three of us had not even single clue on it! The toyol pun cannot help us T-T&lt;br /&gt;So, we borrowed Zulkamal's answer paper..muahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;He sat at the back row of the class and dapat plak berpassing-passing answer yerr..hehe&lt;br /&gt;Thx dude!! We owe u,man! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here's the kegiatan menoyol tat occured..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SPmUjJbBxYI/AAAAAAAAACA/6X6aUJGXZS8/s1600-h/DSC01310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SPmUjJbBxYI/AAAAAAAAACA/6X6aUJGXZS8/s200/DSC01310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258397371477378434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Having a serious discussion..eheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SPmVWNdy53I/AAAAAAAAACI/0Om36xRKM2M/s1600-h/DSC01311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SPmVWNdy53I/AAAAAAAAACI/0Om36xRKM2M/s200/DSC01311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258398248736057202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sempat plak dh!haha..Silly u girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SPmV8AkEsuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lhz6FlECYNs/s1600-h/DSC01306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SPmV8AkEsuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lhz6FlECYNs/s200/DSC01306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258398898107757282" 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;Mummy toyol. daddy toyol and yang ditoyol..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SPmWcxIGY6I/AAAAAAAAACY/BpQcvnUmFcQ/s1600-h/DSC01313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SPmWcxIGY6I/AAAAAAAAACY/BpQcvnUmFcQ/s200/DSC01313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258399460899578786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmates.. Chill lah girls! Notice that ALMOST evry1 tu perempuan?? We girls RAWK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me with the decent look..hehe&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*blushing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SPmYSAgYo4I/AAAAAAAAACg/egowZDOBVFo/s1600-h/DSC01321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SPmYSAgYo4I/AAAAAAAAACg/egowZDOBVFo/s200/DSC01321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258401475072664450" 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;So, that's it for now.. haha.. I am not asking you ppl to cheat in class and copying other ppl answerla, it just that i am showing off that my girls are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R.A.W.K, &lt;/span&gt;my lecturer is also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R.A.W.K&lt;/span&gt;, my classmates all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R.A.W.K &lt;/span&gt;and not forgotten I AM TOTALLY &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R.A.W.K &lt;/span&gt;as well haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Morale of the story&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Do not cheat/copy/sneeking friend's answer okay.. But u might be able to do it if your frens are rocking like mine! And oh yeah, the lecturer too! Weeheee..&lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-3732759051770703075?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/3732759051770703075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=3732759051770703075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/3732759051770703075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/3732759051770703075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-lecturer-and-classmates-rawk.html' title='My lecturer and classmates RAWK!!!'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SPmPa5RBpvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fCt1cV6DSL0/s72-c/DSC01302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-200893253604186626</id><published>2008-10-17T14:26:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T14:33:58.472+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrow.happiness.sadness.wanted.'/><title type='text'>I'VE LEARNED....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;that you can do something in an instant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;that will give you heartache for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;that you should always leave loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ones with loving words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It may be the last time you see them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;that we are responsible for what we do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no matter how we feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;that either you control your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;attitude or it controls you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;that heroes are the people who do what has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;to be done when it needs to be done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;regardless of the consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;that my best friend and I can do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;or nothing and have the best time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;that sometimes the people you expect to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;kick you when you're down will be the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ones to help you get back up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;that true friendship continues to grow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;even over the longest distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;that just because someone doesn't love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;the way you want them to doesn't mean they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;don't love you with all they have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;that maturity has more to do with what types&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;of experiences you've had and what you've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;learned from them and less to do with how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;many birthdays you've celebrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;that no matter how good a friend is, they're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;going to hurt you every once in a while and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;you must forgive them for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;others, Sometimes you have to learn to forgive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;that our background and circumstances may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;have influenced who we are, but we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;responsible for who we become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;that just because two people argue, it doesn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;mean they don't love each other. And just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;because they don't argue, it doesn't mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;that we don't have to change friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;if we understand that friends change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;that two people can look at the exact same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;thing and see something totally different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;that even when you think you have no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;to give, when a friend cries out to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;you will find the strength to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;that credentials on the wall do not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;make you a decent human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;that the people you care about most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;in life are taken from you too soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;that family and friends are what make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;us who we are today, and without them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;we would never be complet&lt;/span&gt;e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-200893253604186626?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/200893253604186626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=200893253604186626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/200893253604186626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/200893253604186626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-learned.html' title='I&apos;VE LEARNED....'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-4281284000872174979</id><published>2008-10-17T14:09:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T14:18:58.265+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.life.life.and life.'/><title type='text'>Blessing Life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I don't believe in coincidences. Cliche as it may sound, I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. I'm just like any other gal, trying to make a discover of myself &amp;amp; trying to go through life, one day at a time, blessed with things surrounds my life, and life itself has been overwhelming. I'm quite old enuff to know that I've done some pretty bad things in life that I should regret. Those are the things I did in trying to discover myself &amp;amp; appreciate myself evenmore. Everyone has got their way of living it, so I try not to judge others. I've learnt that people are truly different, and that is what makes the world colourful, and I have to accept that. I have my beliefs, tho at times it may be shaky, but I try my hardest to live by it. I believe in the power of love, and I'm never ashamed to admit that I'd cry a river if it would make me feel better.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SPg8De0p92I/AAAAAAAAABw/vgjK1bAgiMM/s1600-h/1_962309211l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SPg8De0p92I/AAAAAAAAABw/vgjK1bAgiMM/s200/1_962309211l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258018595466245986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live a Wonderful Life nw!! *hwugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-4281284000872174979?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/4281284000872174979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=4281284000872174979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/4281284000872174979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/4281284000872174979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2008/10/blessing-life.html' title='Blessing Life..'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SPg8De0p92I/AAAAAAAAABw/vgjK1bAgiMM/s72-c/1_962309211l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-6812196160104250600</id><published>2008-10-16T16:40:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:49:40.688+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insanity equals to me'/><title type='text'>Me want to be a F.I.G.H.T.E.R!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I need a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;..Break from reality, break from big massacre of problems that rans through me. The quotes that simply can define my situation now is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;" Sudah jatuh, ditimpa tangga."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;..&lt;span style=""&gt;harhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Kesian me.. But i'm also holding to the phrase "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ada hikmah disebaliknya"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Cheh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Nak sedapkan hati sendiri la tuu..hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ok ok..so these are the lists of an issues that keeps on bugging me lately..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;You guys tengoklaa betape sengsarenya my life wif an occurance of the problems nih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt; I need to study for my FINAL EXAMINATIONS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I need an endless supply of $$$$... Anyone out there who is too generous to donate a big sum of an amount to me, you are most welcoming yeah *wink*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OBSESSED &lt;/span&gt;with Saturday &amp;amp; Sunday..     Lord pleaaseeeee, can u please gimme an extra Saturday &amp;amp; Sunday, pleaseeee?? Promise i'll be gewd :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I don't feels pretty lately. Lack of self-esteem and self-confidence regarding on my mood swings. I want to be pretty! Can i meh? Tsk..Tsk..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I need someone or anyone lah who can just listen to all my crappy ngerepak-ness.. All those mumblings,babblings.. Noo need to speaklaa, just listen, nod, agree and smiles :):):)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want a brand new car, can I? Huhu.. A bit demanding, i know.. But but, I've been using the same old car since 3yrs ago o.k!! Despite helping bawak me into my destination, that silly car occurs an expensive breakdowns also maaaaa... Cannot tahan ok! Sakit hati nak mampos!! Huh!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Family matters.&lt;/span&gt; Don't want to talk about it! Don't want to think about it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEXT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SYDNEY. PERTH. HONG KONG. JAKARTA.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Sucha temptation places to visit and spendiiiiinngggggg... I really-really need a break, ppl! Mane lh tau kowt-kowt terkene mat saleh ke, cowok yg ganteng ke, one of the F4 member ke..kan kan kan?eheh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;REINCARNATION. &lt;/span&gt;Bknla the mati and hidup balik kinda reincarnation tuu. Melampau seh! I just want to change and turn into someone new in a positive kinda way lah. I want to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOMEBODY.. &lt;/span&gt;Someone importantlaa.. Taknak lah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;celebrity &lt;/span&gt;ohhh..*grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; And last but not least, BOYFRIEND. Actually, i have a boyfriend and he's good to me. Very-veryy-verrryyyyy good,Indeed. He's schuper-dwuper schweet, very caring sesgtlaa, understanding nak mamposs ok and patient! Well to deal with me, there has to be a lotssss of patience cuz i m a spoilt brat that needs a lots of attentions and lovess. Well, the thing is, that kinda " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lovey-dovey" &lt;/span&gt;thingy thing has not develop yet! And he is like tooooo damn good for me.. I like him, won't deny that... It just that............*sighs* Cerewet seh u ni,cik Sophea! Mangkok ayun tol lh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                             &lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now u know what kind of problems that i am dealing wif kan? Bisa my head ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Klah.. Til next time! Want to eat and figure how to solve those problems.. Oh yea, i'm eating fettucini with lotsa extra cheeseeee.. YUUMMYYLICIOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SPcZWwpMY-I/AAAAAAAAABA/KawhwbFkiMA/s1600-h/2040057241_b790dae522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SPcZWwpMY-I/AAAAAAAAABA/KawhwbFkiMA/s200/2040057241_b790dae522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257698968783840226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-6812196160104250600?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/6812196160104250600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=6812196160104250600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/6812196160104250600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/6812196160104250600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2008/10/me-want-to-be-fighter.html' title='Me want to be a F.I.G.H.T.E.R!!!'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SPcZWwpMY-I/AAAAAAAAABA/KawhwbFkiMA/s72-c/2040057241_b790dae522.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-3521490190835247834</id><published>2008-10-16T16:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T16:39:11.120+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms.silly thoughts.laziness.'/><title type='text'>MOOD-SWINGS!! Grrrrr!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M currently having a changing in hormone that brings an impact to my mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;Alert everyone!! I'm easily pissed off currently so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;B.E.W.A.R.E&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The temperature is hot as what i am now..&lt;br /&gt;Not the hawty-hawt kinda feelin' laaa.. Na-ah!&lt;br /&gt;But the hot as in u-don't-wanna-mess-up-wif!! Grrr!!&lt;br /&gt;My head need an accurate time tunggu nak explode je lagi nih.&lt;br /&gt;Despite all of the assignments and oh yea, the final examintaions is just around the corner.....Believe it or Not, i'm still in a lazy bum-bum mode!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so malas eh,fyyy????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone out there, anyone please!&lt;br /&gt;Just slap me back into reality!!&lt;br /&gt;I really-really-really need that..&lt;br /&gt;Thx yaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-3521490190835247834?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/3521490190835247834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=3521490190835247834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/3521490190835247834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/3521490190835247834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2008/10/mood-swings-grrrrr.html' title='MOOD-SWINGS!! Grrrrr!!'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415718410658213494.post-4457230918611438680</id><published>2008-10-16T16:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T16:24:43.652+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcoming mode:)'/><title type='text'>HEY to the LOWW,ppl!!:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hi everyone! My name is Sophea or you can just called me Fyfy ohh;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Sucha lame introduction ehh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M currently new in here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my friends mostly tried to console me for blogging in here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,here i am and i wanna toast a warm welcoming to meeeeee and the blog itself..Yeeeheeeaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to the blogging-world,fyyyyy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.Thank you..eheh..silly me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope tat m going to like it in here and yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the blog itself,jaga me baik-baik ohhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat me well so we could be the best friends ever!hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..toodles!See you soon,peeps;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415718410658213494-4457230918611438680?l=sopheafy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/feeds/4457230918611438680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415718410658213494&amp;postID=4457230918611438680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/4457230918611438680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415718410658213494/posts/default/4457230918611438680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sopheafy.blogspot.com/2008/10/hi-everyone-my-name-is-sophea-or-you.html' title='HEY to the LOWW,ppl!!:D'/><author><name>Sophea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922791006476334190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LNeTiy_kHc/SkEGtZAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6V3Gu8MJYQ/S220/PB260313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
