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		<title>84 hrs living in lunai’s apartment.</title>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #00b0f0">84 hours= 3⅟₂ days (02-05 feb<br />
08)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">Yea that’s the approximate time I<br />
stayed here with my cuzzie, </span><strong><span style="color: red">Elizabeth Lunai Laing</span></strong><span style="color: #00b0f0">.<br />
(full name) haha</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">Still<br />
here that’s why can online. Back at my place in UKM, sorry <em>naik lori la mauk</em> online! No </span><strong><span style="color: #ff6600">FREE</span></strong><span style="color: #00b0f0"><br />
wireless at my <em>kolej</em>. Have to go to<br />
the library to online and that’s such a hussle.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">Anyways,<br />
my 1<sup>st</sup> day here was spent at Sunway Pyramid. It’s about 15 minutes<br />
walk from cuzzy’s apartment. Over there, there’s this Lost World of<br />
Tambun,Perak promotion/exhibition happening at the ground floor. It’s a new<br />
park some sort of zoo over there I think. They actually brought some animals<br />
such as a white parrot, a pair of tortoise, a ferret and a </span><strong><span style="color: yellow">white-yellowish<br />
python</span></strong><span style="color: #00b0f0">..</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">Cuzzy started<br />
taking all the pictures of the animals. They offered picture taking with the<br />
snake for rm5 using your own camera. Cuzzy wanted to do it but was scared. So<br />
we left and headed upstairs to Asian Avenue. But but but cuzzy was not at ease!<br />
She said she </span><strong><span style="color: lime">NEEDS </span></strong><span style="color: #00b0f0">to take picture<br />
with that snake! It’s one of her what-to-do lists before getting married..haha</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">So we <em>turun lagi lah</em>. But still cuzzy was<br />
scared..haiyoo..so I decided to take picture with the snake 1<sup>st</sup>. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">I was<br />
not really scared that time (not as scared as cuzzy!haha) but when the person<br />
pun the snake around me, and it’s soft feeling around my neck, I had this uneasy<br />
feeling and I started imagining weird and scary stuffs.Lol</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">But, I’m<br />
convinced that the snake will not do any harm despite it moving around slithering<br />
across my neck because since it’s treated like a pet already, so why worry?; I<br />
thought.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">Then it’s<br />
cuzzy’s turn. Man, was she nervous. But she managed and she had this spark of<br />
victory on her face for overcoming her fear over that </span><strong><span style="color: #cc0099">cute-‘not’ harmful<br />
snake</span></strong><span style="color: #00b0f0">.Haha</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">Then we<br />
met up with Madey and Teddy who just got back from playing at the Sunway Lagoon<br />
theme park and headed to </span><strong><span style="color: #ff0066">Sakae </span></strong><span style="color: #00b0f0">for an early<br />
dinner.</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">We had<br />
sushi and that’s the first time I tried that place and it’s not bad. There are<br />
some plates which are cheap and worth eating. After that, went to </span><strong><span style="color: #ff6600">J.Co Donuts</span></strong><span style="color: #00b0f0"> to <em>tapau</em> some<br />
of the doughnuts which are very very soft and mouth-watering and chocolaty and…the<br />
list goes on and on..</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">The<br />
rest of the days are spent in the room, surfing and browsing for stuffs I need<br />
after the CNY holiday.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">Okay..this<br />
is the interesting part..</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">SECOND<br />
day..</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">Today<br />
we planned to go to Times Square and Sg. Wang.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">Yesterday<br />
we talked about piercings and how Cuzzy wanted her tongue pierced and mine, belly<br />
piercing.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">We both<br />
have wanted this for so long, both since around form4 or 5. Then thought of<br />
doing it while we were in matriculation but yet didn’t do it until now. So we (actually<br />
me =P) came up with this </span><strong><span style="color: #ff33cc">Brilliant </span></strong><span style="color: #00b0f0">idea,<br />
why don’t we go tomorrow (as in today since we were talking about it yesterday)<br />
and do it together? Since we both want to do it and it’s better to have another<br />
close person to you to share that ‘glorious’ moment with you. Haha</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">So,<br />
yes, we decided to go for it and there’s no turning back.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">At first,<br />
we thought of doing the piercings first before window shopping but came to<br />
think of it we will feel uneasy with new piercings on and keep on pacing<br />
around. So we went to Times Square first as Cuzzy wanted to go to the ‘all rm10<br />
clothes’ which is Silver Trend on the 4<sup>th</sup> floor.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">I </span><strong><span style="color: lime">Planned</span></strong><span style="color: #00b0f0"> to window shop only and just <em>teman</em> her. But being a girl and not shop is such an agony to the<br />
mind. LOL</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">So since<br />
my temptation is </span><strong><span style="color: #cc00cc">TOO</span></strong><span style="color: #00b0f0"> strong to<br />
resist, I bought a dark blue dress for myself which cost rm10 only. I was thinking<br />
about my ‘old school’ days where finding a cheap dress is very difficult. Back<br />
to the dress, it has this some kind of strands of ribbon behind which are<br />
pleated and I think it looks nice and unique. Cuzzy bought one dress for her<br />
too.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">After that,<br />
we walked to Sg. Wang and sheesh, there were </span><strong><span style="color: red">A LOT AND LOTS</span></strong><span style="color: #00b0f0"> of people. People are queuing up just to go inside and<br />
as well outside from the Giant entrance at the side. Somewhere somehow we<br />
managed to go inside and I thought it’s over.. but it’s not! The inside was<br />
even worst! My expression went like this .. -_-“</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">So we<br />
started looking for any piercing shops in Sg. Wang. Cuzzy told me a friend of<br />
hers told her there’s a number of them there. We saw the 1<sup>st</sup> one but<br />
it’s only a stall with this gothic kind of style girl sitting down there<br />
waiting for customers. She told us for belly piercing is rm90 and tongue is<br />
rm120. But we were not convinced by her because she’s not friendly at all! And<br />
it’s a stall and imagine us doing our piercings in front of everybody else..</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">Another<br />
one was a shop. But I forgot the name. and the price too because we didn’t asked<br />
him details which we were supposed to do.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">Then we<br />
headed upstairs. Btw that stall was at the ground floor. We took one of the leaflets<br />
which was the directory and found a few tattoo shops. We tried our luck in<br />
every shop possible because usually a tattoo shop has that piercing service<br />
also. The 1<sup>st</sup> one was </span><strong><span style="color: red">Zoo Body Art</span></strong><span style="color: #00b0f0"> and it<br />
was this young guy, I think he’s in his middle 20-s by the name of </span><strong><span style="color: #cccc00">Wong</span></strong><span style="color: #00b0f0">; he’s one of the piercer. He told us for belly is rm100<br />
and tongue is rm120. While he was talking to us it was hard for me to look<br />
directly in his eyes as my eyes kept wandering off to his piercings all across<br />
the face! The one I remembered the most is at the nose bridge; the one between<br />
his eyes.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">It’s<br />
kind of cool but he’s not the type that I would bring home and meet my parents.<br />
Hahaha If yes <em>pun</em>, surely <em>kena buang rumah</em> already. LOL</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">Then we<br />
went to another shop; </span><strong><span style="color: #ffff99">Spec Body Art</span></strong><span style="color: #00b0f0"><br />
where this big tall guy by the name </span><strong><span style="color: #cc99ff">Ronny</span></strong><span style="color: #00b0f0"> told us<br />
every details about piercings. He really knows how to make you trust him. He<br />
actually showed us his </span><strong><span style="color: #cc00cc">nipple piercing</span></strong><span style="color: #00b0f0"><br />
and we were like leaning forward to have a good look at it but he quickly pulled<br />
down his t-shirt back. Hihihih</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">We went<br />
out of that shop and went to another shop. Dragon something2. I forgot the name<br />
but the girl said they don’t do piercings there. So we Cuzzy decided to go to<br />
Ronny’s but I was still undecided. It’s either </span><strong><span style="color: #cc99ff">Ronny’s</span></strong><span style="color: #00b0f0"><br />
or </span><strong><span style="color: #cccc00">Wong’s</span></strong><span style="color: #00b0f0">. I trust Ronny more but Wong’s rm20 cheaper. You know<br />
you can do a lot with rm20..=P</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">Anyways,<br />
we headed back down to Kyro’s Kebab and had another early dinner since Ronny<br />
asked Cuzzy to eat something 1<sup>st</sup> before piercing the tongue. Then<br />
withdraw some money and went back to Ronny’s to do Cuzzy’s tongue.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">I went<br />
behind the curtain with cuzzy and watched the process of the piercing. Ronny<br />
showed us all the sterilized tools they used and I didn’t actually see him<br />
poking in the needle through cuzzy’s tongue because I was nervous myself! It’s<br />
kind of gross..hehe</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">Then<br />
that’s done with cuzzy’s tears coming out a bit as it hurts. She said it’s like<br />
when you accidentally bit your tongue. So I made a last minute decision to do<br />
mine at Ronny’s. I rather spent the rm20 on somebody that I trust than somebody<br />
that I don’t.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">So came<br />
my turn..</span><strong><span style="color: #cc99ff">Ronny</span></strong><span style="color: #00b0f0"> marked the place to pierce and asked me to lie<br />
down..Man, my heart was racing that time.. I had a mixture of feelings..</span><strong><span style="color: red">Nervous</span></strong><span style="color: #00b0f0"> and </span><strong><span style="color: #ff33cc">excited</span></strong><span style="color: #00b0f0"> at the<br />
same time..</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0"><a href="http://bittersweetgnet.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/dscn0847.JPG"><img width="720" height="540" border="0" alt="Dscn0847" src="http://bittersweetgnet.blogs.friendster.com/bittersweetmemoriesofmine/images/dscn0847.JPG" /></a></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">And this<br />
</span><strong><span style="color: #cc99ff">Ronny</span></strong><span style="color: #00b0f0"> kept on telling me his steps by steps on doing the<br />
piercing.. in my mind was like, </span><strong><span style="color: #ff5050">“<em>aiya</em>..just do<br />
it<em> la</em>!no need to tell me! You’re<br />
making me scared<em> lah</em>!”</span></strong></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">When he<br />
actually pierced the needle through my skin it </span><strong><span style="color: yellow">HURTS</span></strong><span style="color: #00b0f0"><br />
mind you.. but after that, I opened my eyes, and walla! A new piercing! Hoho</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://bittersweetgnet.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/dscn0849.JPG"><img width="540" height="720" border="0" alt="Dscn0849" src="http://bittersweetgnet.blogs.friendster.com/bittersweetmemoriesofmine/images/dscn0849.JPG" /></a></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">So to<br />
make it short we went back after that and both of us had this uneasy feeling<br />
because it’s new and you know, it’s like in a blink of an eye, poof! You have<br />
something added to your body.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">So there<br />
goes.. I achieved the one of my </span><strong><span style="color: lime">to-do-list before I die</span></strong><span style="color: #00b0f0">.<br />
It’s such a great feeling when I succeeded&nbsp; in achieving the things in the list. Plus I’ve<br />
wanted this for so so long and I got it at an unpredictable moment. We went<br />
back bringing back that new confident in us and the feeling of being proud at<br />
ourselves (pat self at the back).</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">Now I need<br />
to concentrate on the aftercare and healing process. </span><strong><span style="color: #cc99ff">Ronny</span></strong><span style="color: #00b0f0"> told me that belly piercing needs time to heal. It takes<br />
about </span><strong><span style="color: #cc0099">6<br />
months</span></strong><span style="color: #00b0f0"> to heal as we move evrytime and<br />
in order for us to move, our tummy moves also and that means strict routines of<br />
</span><strong><span style="color: #ff0066">soaking<br />
it in warm salt water after taking bath EVERYTIME</span></strong><span style="color: #00b0f0"> and </span><strong><span style="color: #ff5050">no swimming in the swimming pool for A MONTH</span></strong><span style="color: #00b0f0"> (the chlorinated water is not good for the wound) but I<br />
can go to the beach and ber-<em>rendam</em> in<br />
the sea for as much as I want as that will quickens the healing process and I need<br />
to make sure my belly is </span><strong><span style="color: #cc0099">clean and dry all the time</span></strong><span style="color: #00b0f0">. I cant touch the piercing with my bare hands because<br />
hands contain bacteria and germs.&nbsp; If I want<br />
to, I need to clean and wash my hands 1<sup>st</sup>. I’m trying not to move a<br />
lot this week and since it’s a holiday I think I’ll manage.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">So that’s<br />
it. I don’t post blog that often as I don’t have the chance to online 24hrs.<br />
but I’ll try and keep up with anything interesting happening in my daily life.<br />
Thank you for reading my blog to whomever you are. I appreciate you spending<br />
some time to read my posts. So see you in the next blog! =)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0099ca">Say welcome to a new me.</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #00b0f0">-GnEt-</span></p>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc33ff;font-size: 1.2em">Okay, firstly I’ll show you pictures of my n70. Here they are…</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #cc33ff;font-size: 1.2em"><em> ~~~ i&#8217;ll put the pictures later.sorry for the inconveniences.Hihi ~~~</em></span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #cc33ff;font-size: 1.2em">That n70 was bought in </span><span style="color: #ffff00"><strong>March 2007 </strong></span><span style="color: #cc33ff;font-size: 1.2em">and was given to me by my dearest pumpkin, </span><span style="color: #ff3366"><strong>Will</strong></span><span style="color: #cc33ff;font-size: 1.2em">. He actually went through all the troubles so that we both have the same exact phone. Well, except his was the music edition. Notice that I used past tense? Yes, he actually traded-in his beautiful black n70 with a second-hand n91 communicator (if I’m not mistaken) somewhere in October the same year.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc33ff;font-size: 1.2em">At that time, I was like, “Are you out of your mind??” but he said he likes the communicator so I tried to be in his shoes by hoping that I will understand his strong temptation to trade-in a first hand to a second-hand.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc33ff;font-size: 1.2em">At last, I let him change it to the communicator and he beamed with joy. Haha So I thought now we don’t have the same phone again..hiya..</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc33ff;font-size: 1.2em">Anyways, let’s get back to <u>My n70</u>..</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc33ff;font-size: 1.2em">That n70 really came in handy for me. It like worked 3-in-1 for me.<span>&nbsp; </span></span><span style="color: #99ff33"><strong>SMSes, Pictures, Calls</strong></span><span style="color: #cc33ff;font-size: 1.2em">. Well, some other functions too but those three were the most I did with the phone.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc33ff;font-size: 1.2em">I still have my old nokia 3350 phone so I’ve decided to buy a maxis number since most of my friends in UKM are using maxis. Before having that Maxis number, I spent a LOT on my other Digi number. *dead*</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc33ff;font-size: 1.2em">One fateful day, I realized that the n70 didn’t have network despite me using Maxis since Maxis line is very strong over there. <span> </span>So after a month of using it as a camera only (since I cannot make any calls or SMSes) I decided to bring it to a phone repair shop in UKM.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc33ff;font-size: 1.2em">After a few days, the technician told me he </span><span style="color: #66ffff"><strong>cannot</strong></span><span style="color: #cc33ff;font-size: 1.2em"> repair it. Even though he changed the something inside (I forgot what it is called, it’s something to make the phone receives network) , still it didn’t worked.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc33ff;font-size: 1.2em">I was disappointed. .</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc33ff;font-size: 1.2em">Let’s go straight to the </span><span style="color: #ff9900"><strong>2<sup>nd</sup> technician</strong></span><span style="color: #cc33ff;font-size: 1.2em">. Will and I went to Pertama Complex opposite Sogo in KL and the technician said the same thing. He also said we need to pay higher if we really want him to repair the phone. So we said no, and I think that was the time when he go and totally rosak-kan my phone(the thing inside) because we refused to repair it. But we were helpless because he’s the one who knows and we know nothing.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc33ff;font-size: 1.2em">I almost cried at that moment. I had a mixture of feelings. Disappointed, guilty, frustrated..</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc33ff;font-size: 1.2em">Will decided to send the n70 to a shop at his place in Batang Berjuntai. He told me he went there few times already so the technician knows him. Oh well, sadly enough, the technician <u><strong>SAID</strong></u> the same thing too. He told Will that the interior was badly damaged. He said it’s weird because it’s a 1<sup>st</sup> hand phone and the inside is already that bad?</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc33ff;font-size: 1.2em">Now I’m really frustrated and started to give up..</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc33ff;font-size: 1.2em">Will asked me to bring it back to Miri and asked Mum’s friend to help.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc33ff;font-size: 1.2em">So I did follow his advice and brought it to Jeremy’s Mobile Repair at Bintang Plaza. This was the 4<sup>th</sup> technician and the last.. The technician told me he CAN repair it but it will be too expensive and not worth it. He said it’ll be around RM400 plus. It’s better to buy a new phone..</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc33ff;font-size: 1.2em">Feels like my heart kena cucok2 right there..</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc33ff;font-size: 1.2em">As things started to get worst, I cannot think of anything worse but it did happened.. <em><u><strong>Mum had to pay RM10 for the service charge!!!!</strong></u></em> OMG! Why are they charging us when they </span><span style="color: #ff3333"><strong>DID NOTHING </strong></span><span style="color: #cc33ff;font-size: 1.2em">to the phone! </span><span style="color: #ff3333"><strong>NOTHING AT ALL!! </strong></span><span style="color: #cc33ff;font-size: 1.2em">The technician practically opened the parts and put it back together. Only 2 VERY simple things and he got paid for that! How wonderful!(sarcastically) DEYM!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc33ff;font-size: 1.2em">So that’s the end of it. I cannot repair it. Nothing can be done to my precious n70. I haven’t even used it for a year and I (well, not totally me) ruined it.. poor n70.. poor Will.. The guiltiness evade my brain.. sheesh.. I’ll have to live with this for a long time..</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc33ff;font-size: 1.2em">I’m so totally dead. Period.</span></p>
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		<title>The day we got back</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2007 00:28:03 +0000</pubDate>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #ff3399;font-size: 1.2em">At last final’s over. I was very very glad because it’s a holiday! Yayy!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #ff3399;font-size: 1.2em">Our flight from LCCT was at 4.</span><a href="http://bittersweetgnet.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/img_0071_small.JPG"></a><span style="color: #ff3399;font-size: 1.2em">20pm,24/11/2007(which turns out to be Olly’s bday). Patty, Lunai and I went back together that<span>&nbsp; </span>day. From the flight, as we reached Miri, I can see the city lights all over which made me more excited to go back home. I was looking forward to see our new puppies!!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #ff3399;font-size: 1.2em">Lunai’s mum,Auntie Mujan fetched us from the airport. As soon as we reached home, there were a lot of cars parking at the roadside. Mum told us that we will be having Olly’s birthday party that night too.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #ff3399">Suddenly, Patty realized there’s a not-ours car parking at our car porch. It’s a Gen2 ,</span><span style="color: #ff0000"><strong>red</strong></span><span style="color: #ff3399"> in color. We were wondering whose is that and thought it’s our new car! Apa lagik..makin excited la..</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #ff3399;font-size: 1.2em">But our hopes crumbled as Auntie Mujan told us that Daddy’s company gave him. Hehe</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #ff3399;font-size: 1.2em">Oh well, never mind.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #ff3399;font-size: 1.2em">Then Dad, Mum, Olly, and Aaron greeted us at the main door. I was so surprised to see Aaron! He has grown up so much I can’t believe it’s him! Haha</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #ff3399">He’s <strong><span style="color: #00ffff">chubbier</span></strong> now and </span><span style="color: #00ffff"><strong>taller</strong> </span><span style="color: #ff3399">and one thing that ‘attracts’ me the most is the <strong><span style="color: #ff9933">butt</span></strong>! It’s very round and solid..hahahaha In another word, ‘MANTAP’ LOL</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #ff3399">There were few uncles and aunties that night. Friends of dad’s and mum’s. Weird though. It’s supposed to be Olly’s birthday party but only </span><span style="color: #ffff33"><strong>ONE</strong></span><span style="color: #ff3399"> of Olly’s friend was there. Hmmmpph?? But Olly said never mind. Hee</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #ff3399;font-size: 1.2em">That night I melepas mengidam by eating my Mum’s special dish. We call it beef pie but it’s actually not a pie. It has three layers. The bottom layer is the <u>minced beef</u> which is cooked with soy sauce. And the middle part is the <u>mashed potatoes</u>. The top part makes the dish more delicious which is <u>melted cheese</u>!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #ff3399;font-size: 1.2em">I think I ate half of the plate Mum served. Hihihi</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #ff3399;font-size: 1.2em">One of dad’s friend brought his karaoke set so after connecting wires and testing the microphone, it’s my turn to sing. I was very happy because I found <strong><span style="color: #ccff33">Gloria Gaynor’s “I will survive”</span></strong> in the songs&#8217; list. I’ve been to various karaoke places with Madey and Cyril but cannot find that song!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #ff3399;font-size: 1.2em">So, as I excited as I can be I started singing the song..nevertheless, I sang badly! I was out of tune and cannot stop laughing through the song as the others laughed at me too! haha. I totally sucked! At the end of the song, the marks are counted and I only scored 42! Lol</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #ff3399;font-size: 1.2em">Well, spent the rest of the nights karaoke-ing. Aaron even sang his Favorite song which is “Achy breaky heart”. I didn’t expect him to like karaoke. (it’s in the genes I guess.hehe)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #ff3399;font-size: 1.2em">So that’s it. My 1<sup>st</sup> night in Miri after ‘hibernating’ for 4 months in my small isolated UKM room. I am looking forward to the days ahead because I’m enjoying the moment. Yea I guess Miri is not that bad after all despite the very hot and humid weather. Furthermore, as the saying goes, “there’s no other places better than home.”<span>&nbsp; </span>=)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #ff3399;font-size: 1.2em">Here are some pictures during the night.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #ff3399;font-size: 1.2em">1. DUNKIN&#8217; DONUTS for Olly and Aaron.yummy!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://bittersweetgnet.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/img_0065.JPG"></a><a href="http://bittersweetgnet.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/img_0065_1.JPG"><span style="font-size: 1.4em"><img height="216" alt="Img_0065_1" src="http://bittersweetgnet.blogs.friendster.com/bittersweetmemoriesofmine/images/img_0065_1.JPG" width="288" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size: 1.4em">&nbsp; </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #ff3399;font-size: 1.2em">2. Aaron is singing his favorite song while I&#8217;m going through the songs&#8217; list.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #ff3399;font-size: 1.2em"><a href="http://bittersweetgnet.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/img_0067_1.JPG"><img height="216" alt="Img_0067_1" src="http://bittersweetgnet.blogs.friendster.com/bittersweetmemoriesofmine/images/img_0067_1.JPG" width="288" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 1.2em">&nbsp;</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #ff3399;font-size: 1.2em">3. Patty, Aaron and I</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://bittersweetgnet.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/img_0067.JPG"><span style="font-size: 1.2em"><img height="288" alt="Img_0067" src="http://bittersweetgnet.blogs.friendster.com/bittersweetmemoriesofmine/images/img_0067.JPG" width="216" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size: 1.2em">&nbsp;</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #ff3399;font-size: 1.2em">4. Olly and I</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://bittersweetgnet.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/img_0070.JPG"><span style="font-size: 1.2em"><img height="288" alt="Img_0070" src="http://bittersweetgnet.blogs.friendster.com/bittersweetmemoriesofmine/images/img_0070.JPG" width="216" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size: 1.2em">&nbsp;</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #ff3399;font-size: 1.2em">5. 2 barbarians and a short lady.hahaha</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 1.2em"><span>That one particular day during EST class, my classmate asked me to say something in Kayan. So I said </span><strong><span>“uh nah ikak kuman do?”</span></strong><span> which means “have u already eaten?” he was like “wwahh.. sounds so different!” my lecturer overheard us and asked me to repeat the sentence again. She told me that the bahasa ada bunyi2 Philippine. So she thought I’m from</span> <strong><em><u><span>Philippine</span></u></em></strong><span>.</span><span> There goes another assumption..the 4<sup>th</sup> one I think..
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 1.2em"><span>And this happened just recently.. I was in my room doing some work that night and my neighbour which stay a door away knocked on my door and asked whether my roommate is in the room or not. I told her that she’s(roommate) not back yet. So she said nvm. And as I was closing the door she stopped me and asked what am I actually.. she goes like this.. “ urmm u ape sbnrnye? Chinese ke? Ouh u</span> <strong><em><u><span>Chinese-Siam</span></u></em></strong> <span>eh?” terkejut me dgr at that time.. almost speechless.. hahah I can just say yes to her but no.. told her I’m a Sarawakian. That’s all. If I go into the details, who knows what she’ll be thinking. So by saying I’m a Sarawakian is more than enough.
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 1.2em"><span>Lastly, this just happened last Wednesday. It was the annual election for the whole IPTA and we students are required to vote for the candidates. In my own opinion, the election held is not</span> <strong><span>fair</span></strong><span>. IPTA students should know why it is not fair.. Btw, I walked into the election room, I need to register myself at the 1<sup>st</sup> counter where I need to give them my matrix card to check my name on the computer. They said my name out aloud to confirm with me.. and one of them asked me, “Jeannette Urai Daniel&#8230;U</span> <strong><em><u><span>Portuguese</span></u></em></strong> <span>eh??” hahahahah won’t comment more on this one. =P
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-size: 1.2em">So get a picture here? Ppl here are not used seeing our looks (srwkian &amp; sbhan) here and they’ll come up with their own assumptions but normally, they will think us as Chinese or Malay (free hair). Well, this might not apply to all of the East Malaysians but I’m blogging based on my own experiences.
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-size: 1.2em">Ni baru confuse abt race..blom lagi crita ttg what’s their view abt srwak n sabah..lagi ‘imaginative’.. but that one, I’ll keep it to myself. Feel free to ask me though. I’m not thinking of putting it in my blog at d moment.. well,maybe not yet..ngehngeh
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-size: 1.2em">So the best way to describe myself??
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 1.2em"><span>A </span><strong><u><span>M</span></u></strong><strong><u><span>A</span></u></strong><strong><u><span>L</span></u></strong><strong><u><span>A</span></u></strong><strong><u><span>Y</span></u></strong><strong><u><span>S</span></u></strong><strong><u><span>I</span></u></strong><strong><u><span>A</span></u></strong><strong><u><span>N</span></u></strong><span>&nbsp;</span><span>=)
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-size: 1.2em">Lucky to be one!
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<p>Malaysia</p>
<p>. Most of the West Malaysians are from Johor and Selangor. There are some who come all d way from Kedah n
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-size: 1.2em"><span>&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; </span>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 1.2em"><span>Ever wonder what happened during my 1<sup>st</sup> week? Oh well, I was not able to go out and ‘socialize’ around when all the 1<sup>st</sup> year students were doing that(it was the orientation week.1<sup>st</sup> week is always meant for that). I was quarantined the whole week in my room because of the </span><strong><u><span>conjunctivitis</span></u></strong> <span>I got during my very 1<sup>st</sup> day in UKM. Sad.. And I was </span><strong><span>BORED</span></strong><span>(very!) too! No one to talk to. Got nothing to do. No entertainment. Everyone was a stranger to me..
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-size: 1.2em">I remembered my 1<sup>st</sup> encounter with a Kuching guy who has been introduced by a friend of mine ,Madey. Little did I knew we end up being good friends. His name is Cyril. We actually went out on a Wednesday night (2<sup>nd</sup> week I guess) to Putrajaya for sight-seeing and came back around 4 in the morning and I have an 8am class that morning! Just imagine how my eyes hurt in class. You know when you don’t have enough sleep, your eyes will feel pedih semcm..hehe
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 1.2em"><span>That weekend, he(Cyril) introduced me to 2 of his fac-mates.. Both from Johor. A girl and a guy. We got along well despite my imperfect Semenanjung slang.. my</span> <strong><span>‘bah’</span></strong> <span>will tend to come out after my sentences and everything will sound wrong. Funny I can say. =P but yea, I’m working on it. =)
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-size: 1.2em">The guy asked me what race am I actually. When I said I’m a Kayan, they had that weird expressions on their faces.. As I had expected, they didn’t have any ideas on my race. I bluntly asked, “It came out somewhere in the Sejarah book last time
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 1.2em"><span>They gave me their blank looks but I know, they were trying hard to make flashback in their heads but can’t seem to remember it. The guy told me that I have that unique look from</span>
<p><strong><em><u><span>Thailand</span></u></em></strong></p>
<p><span>. Not a Malaysian. -_-“
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-size: 1.2em">The girl agreed. So I’m like ookayy..
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-size: 1.2em">So much of my 2<sup>nd</sup> week..
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-size: 1.2em">Then came the 3<sup>rd</sup> week..
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-size: 1.2em">I was walking around Pusanika with Madey when we came across a booth with students looking for people to become the committees for UKM’s Pesta Tanglung which was held recently. ( last week if I’m not mistaken) Two girls came to us and straight away spoke Mandarin to us.. I was like eerrr???
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 1.2em"><span>Coincidentally, Madey has a Chinese look too.(Got it from his mom) and</span> <strong><span>LUCKILY</span></strong> <span>he is able to speak Mandarin since he attended Chinese primary school. But the two girls stopped for a while when they looked at his name tag. Mahathir bin Yusup ?? They were reluctant after that so we said we are not interested (in fact we ARE not interested). So know I have met people who thought I’m a</span> <strong><em><u><span>Chinese</span></u></em></strong><span>..
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-size: 1.2em">To be continued…….
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		<title>I have dreamt of a white Christmas but NEVER a ‘white’ n ‘bubble-ly’ birthday!</title>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span>Time: 1pm-3pm (Teknik Maths class)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span>Date: 29August2007 ; Wednesday</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span>Place: DAM FST; UKM</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span>As usual, Madey, Alex and I will sit together in d class. We were copying the lecture’s notes on d slides n talking craps at d same time. Madey told me dat they r gonna celebrate my bday later at night at our college’s so called foyer. Thr will be some junk food n drinks. I said I want a <strong><span>cake</span></strong>. For 18 years, I nvr missed a cake for my bday.(sounds demanding huh?=P) They sed they will not b able to get a cake for me since they have class and they will not have d time to go out n buy.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span>So I sed nvm. I don’t really mind coz I understand dat they’re bz. It’s actually d ppl around u dat matters d most..not all those food n cake. Alex told us abt his bday back in matrix. It was <strong><span>REALLY</span></strong> gross from d way he explaind it. His frens actually soaked their socks overnight and mixed weird things (<span>dynamo</span>,<span>dettol</span> etc.) into d water(yang ada stoking ya) n simbah him with dat one of a kind water. Yucks..n ewww (very)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span>I warned them both not to do dat to me. And they actually talked abt wat they r gonna simbah me wif.. I even heard d word ‘<strong><span>clorox</span></strong>’ and ‘<strong><span>downy</span></strong>’ kluar.. -_-” I sed nnnoooo. I’ll just go wif a cake. Perhaps a <strong><span>choc</span>-<span>cheese</span>-<span>cream</span>-<span>icecream</span></strong> cake.. hurmmphh Hihi</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><u><span>Scene 2
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span>Time : 10.55pm , d same day</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span>Place : My room; 14-124, kolej keris mas</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span>I woke up around 9 pm after almost 2 hrs of sleep.(very exhausted) and took my bath. I received an sms from madey asking me 2 go 2 d foyer around 11.45pm later. It’s gonna be a small celebration. Den Cyril@romy msged me saying dat he wont be able to join us tonite coz he’s at putrajaya at d mo; his fren’s hse. So I sed it’s ok.. around 11.30pm, my roommate went out of d room wif jeans..?? hermm I suspected smth ordy..ngehngeh</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><u><span>Scene 3</span></u></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span>Time : 11.47pm onwards</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span>Date: 29-30August 2007</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span>Place: Foyer kolej</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span>Well I was thr in time (tho 2 mins late), and thr I saw it… it’s like calling me from far.. it’s my choc bday cake!! And they sed thr will be NO cake..heee.They were bz lighting candles on d cake dat they didn’t realized I was walking towards dem..once they saw me, they were like “who ask u to come early?” n “why so early??” well,I was just following wat madey sms-ed me. Janji ma! Hehe</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span>And surprise2! In fact, <strong><span>Cyril</span></strong> was thr. He nvr was in putrajaya! Gggrrr.. n my roommate too.(told ya!i trust my instinct!) =) n some frens.. <strong><span>Lindsay, Grace, Sylvia, Alex n Teddy</span></strong>. N I tot it will be fewer ppl than dat. Hee</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span>So as d tradition goes, they sang me a happy bday song n I made a wish(might b wishes) hihi. It turned out to be just d cake n a bottle of pepsi. No junk food, no cups, no tissue, it was just d pepsi, d cake, cake knife, n d cake box.. so we went bck to basics whr we used d <strong><span>box</span></strong> as our ‘tissues’ to eat d cake. Hekhek</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span>After eating d cake, we were bz taking pictures wif everyone’s hps including mine(which was at madey.he took it from me). I still have my ‘tikam asuk,asuk mati’ hp wif me so my head was down reading all those msgs my frens sent to me wishing me. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span>And it all started to happened.. at a mo, I tot it was snowing..but no..it was d flour they planned be4 n simbah me wif d kolam punya air!!( btw thr’s a fish pond at d foyer) I was so surprisd coz I didn’t expect dat to happen. But it happened and I was helpless..cant do anything except putting my hp aside in case it got wet..</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span>I tot dat was it..but they were scrubbing smth on my head..it’s a <strong><span>hotel shampoo!</span></strong> And they used one full bottle on my head alone..one good thing: it smells nice and d smell stays till d next morning! =) I was all wet..my sweater,my shirt..evrything..n my hair was like ‘bubbly’ but wat to do. Things happened n I just have to thnk positive out of it! Hihi</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span>Madey was asking me to take picture wif him at d pond so thr came my naughty thoughts..i took some of d bubbles from my hair(a lot actually) n while he was ready to pose for a pic, I quickly scrubbed those bubbles on his head! Hahaha after dat, I think he was so astonished and he lost his balance n fell into d pond! but he didn’t jatuh alone coz d minute he was falling down, he grabbed my hand n thr I went! Into d pond too! Luckily we didn’t kill any fish! Our pengetua will b mad! Lol . n now im really2 wet all over.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span>So I slowly went out of d pond only to realize dat I had just <strong><span>ripped </span></strong>my rm10 pants dat I bought earlier during pesta konvo! It was quite a big hole sumwhr at at d middle of my right thigh! N it was witnessed by all of d othrs! *blushblush* byebye pants! I got some bruises at my hand n knees too.hoho</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span>They were laughing at d same time coz they sed d way we jatuh was funny..slow motion punya
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<p>..addohhh..hahaha</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span>Well dat ended d nite..n I got a necklace wif my initial<span>&nbsp; </span>on it from Lindsay.<strong><span>beautiful</span></strong>. I really appreciate them doing d surprise for me. Especially to alex n madey bcoz they sanggup naik bus to town for d cake..hekhek. my roommate too,for spending some time tho she is having her mid sem exam d next morning.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span>It’ll be sumting dat I’ll remember my whole life as it was really wonderful but ‘ceridak’ at d same time. Huehue. Nvr had smthg like dat be4 n it <strong><span>means</span></strong><span>&nbsp;</span>a lot to me. Thanks ya’ll. Luv u guys to bits n pieces! Muacks!</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span>p/s : to my frens:<span>&nbsp; </span>Ayat, Atrash, Bibi, Effa, Farid, Jay, Lisa, Mar, Petrus and Sepul ; thanks for all
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<p> midnite wishes.u make my day a better one n I wish dat each n evry single 1 of u were here. Muacks u ppl! =)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span>and joey a.k.a. john for having the thoughts of giving me babui!(lyk u told mel) haha</span></p>
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		<title>some corrections on d previous blog..</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Jun 2007 09:52:55 +0000</pubDate>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #ffffff;font-size: 1.2em">only now i came to realise dat in my previous blog i wanted a hair like ciara..but its actually not ciara..its rihanna..my goodness..in my mind i WAS thinking of rihanna but i din knw how i typed down ciara la pulak..malu nya aku bila i came to think of dat..hohoh</span></p>
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		<title>THE DAY MY BOY CUT MY HAIR</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Jun 2007 03:47:12 +0000</pubDate>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #ff9933">24 june 2007..well,it&#8217;s my dearest fren&#8217;s,effa mpun bday.exclude dat,it&#8217;s another normal day for me..</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff9933">i made plans wif my bf to watch d 1.45pm movie at parkson.it&#8217;s fantastic 4 actually.d movie was ok.fun to watch.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff9933">well ok lemme just forward d day.i told him(will) dat i want to cut my hair but i&#8217;m still 50-50 about it..i wanted to do d style a lil bit like ciara.well not exactly like her coz i knw its almost impossible to do.hehe</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff9933">so he asked me,&quot;why dont u let me cut ur hair?&quot; he has some experiences in cutting ppl&#8217;s hair before.so i said bluntly,why not?</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff9933">but we dont have any scissors or anything dat time.he decided on buying all those stuffs.we went economy by buying all things needed at super save parkson where each stuff costs less than rm3.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff9933">he bought a biasa punya scissor,d scissor meant for layers,a comb,a small mirror,n newspaper!(d newsppr really come in handy after dat)</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff9933">and we had one more problem,whr to cut?? takkan we want to pinjam saloon punya tmpt kan..we thought for some time n agreed on doing it at d beach! LOL</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff9933">i knw,i knw,it sounds absurd,but that&#8217;s d only best place dat came across our mind dat time.hihi</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff9933">so off we went to tmn selera, n parked sumwhr nearby d stalls but a lil bit secluded.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff9933">so&#8230;the cutting bermula&#8230;so kesian me,we din have any towels to cover my shoulder,n dats whr d newsppr came to d rescue!haha i did took a picture if me in dat newsppr but i aint gonna put it here..*blushblush*</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff9933">while he cut my long hair(syg2),we heard tiny sounds of lil kittens coming from behind d bushes..it was a very wrong idea for us to call those kittens to come to us..there were 5 of dem.all had blue eyes.(pretty) but we started to get annoyed by them coz they r disturbing will while he was trying to concentrate on d cutting.haha</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff9933">one of dem fall off d drain n went deeper into some kind of a small tunnel..at 1st will sed,let it be thr.but nervous juak me dgr d sound of d kitten lemas..it kept on &#8216;meow-ing&#8217; s if lyk trying to ask for help..so will tried to be d hero,but his hand cant reach d cat coz it was out of reach.luckily,be4 d kitten betul2 lemas,it swam slowly towards will&#8217;s hand n he managed to grab it n put it on dry land.noty kitten..</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff9933">by dat time,he was almost done wif my hair..just a lil bit more but&#8230;we cant find d scissor! because while he tried to rescue d kitten,he hold d scissor wif hif left hand n grab d cat wif d othr hand.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff9933">we searched everywhr,around d car..but we cant find it!he was a bit frustrated coz tinggal ckit lagi bah.at last,we made d assumption dat it fall into d drain while he was trying to grab d kitten.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff9933">d weird thing is,if d scissor really went into d drain,how come we din hear d sound of it terjatuh in d drain or sumting lyk dat..</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff9933">worst come to worst,will decided to bring me to a nearby salon at centre point n ask d barber to do d last touch on my almost-done-hair.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff9933">d girl was surprised to see me in dat condition whr all those baki2 rmbut yg dipotong sticks at my neck! *blushblush* again.hahaha</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff9933">she cut a bit here n thr,n it ended up not being lyk ciara but a straight bob.but its ok.i kinda like it too.and we had to pay rm12 for dat so-ckit hair she cut! grrrr&#8230;blame d kitten for dis! =P</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff9933">after paying,we went out n headed towards d car.aftr unlocking d car,i went insode straight away but will was still standing outside while leaning wif his tummy towards d car window.heran juak me..n i asked him why he din msuk d car..n den&#8230;thr i saw it..d SCISSOR dat we thought fall down d drain earlier on..rupa2nya,all this while,d scissor was on top of d car!! den will came to think about it,he DID put it on d car after grabbing d kitten..surprisingly,it din fell off the car while d car was moving!</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff9933">n we wasted rm12 for dat..i still blame d kitten!dat annoying-but-cute-lil me-meow..hihi</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff9933">wat a day..so i had a new haircut dis day,it&#8217;s been a long time since i had a short hair.i think d last time when i was in form1.n d rest,i live wif long hair.hehe</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff9933">so dat&#8217;s my story..my point is dat will has d talent to open a his own salon one day!n my hair will surely be d bahan experiment! haha</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff9933">have a nice day everyone! =)</span></p>
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		<title>when we went and serang MANJA RASA,Labuan..hihi</title>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #9933ff">erm when did we go aah?? i forgot&#8230;hee </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #9933ff">but at 6pm dat dat,we went to manja rasa,a restaurant to berbuka puasa with other frens..thanks to mr.vivek,our english teacher who managed d trip..</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #9933ff">d restaurant is unique..where it was built on d sea&#8230;yess ON d sea..we had to walk across a platform to reach d main entrance..d view was quite nice..</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #9933ff">n we paid rm20 for d nite..AND we can eat ANYTHING n AS MUCH as we want..its kinda steamboat thingy..whr we cook our dinner ourselves..</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #9933ff">here are some of our pictures&#8230;sorry for the mess on d table..erk..lapar bah..lol =P maka x posa..hihi</span></p>
<p><a href="http://bittersweetgnet.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/img_7657.JPG"><span style="color: #9933ff"><img height="216" alt="Img_7657" src="http://bittersweetgnet.blogs.friendster.com/bittersweetmemoriesofmine/images/img_7657.JPG" width="288" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color: #9933ff"> </span><a href="http://bittersweetgnet.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/img_7670.JPG"><span style="color: #9933ff"><img height="216" alt="Img_7670" src="http://bittersweetgnet.blogs.friendster.com/bittersweetmemoriesofmine/images/img_7670.JPG" width="288" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color: #9933ff">&nbsp;</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #9933ff">around d table,starting from d pink shirt,dats val..n to her left its adek,followed by joyce a.k.a. john,willvia,yus,mayda,zue,gnet and mel..</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #9933ff">d next pic,whr thr r 5 of us..we&#8217;re from d same tutorial group..and trust me,u&#8217;ll nvr be bored in d room wif all these kind of frens..they r just CRAZY..KECOH..suka plh bising dlm klas..they brighten up my day evrytime i c them.. they nvr fail to do so..i love u guys!</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #9933ff">erm we ended up d trip wif going up till d top floor whr we can c d surrounding..it was beautiful..even at nite..wif lights all around..</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #9933ff">it was very2 peaceful..wif wind blowing..hee..</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #9933ff">here&#8217;s more of our pics we took dat nite..</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #9933ff"><a href="http://bittersweetgnet.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/img_7681.JPG"><img height="216" alt="Img_7681" src="http://bittersweetgnet.blogs.friendster.com/bittersweetmemoriesofmine/images/img_7681.JPG" width="288" border="0" /></a></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #9933ff"><a href="http://bittersweetgnet.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/img_7700.JPG"><img height="216" alt="Img_7700" src="http://bittersweetgnet.blogs.friendster.com/bittersweetmemoriesofmine/images/img_7700.JPG" width="288" border="0" /></a> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #9933ff">i enjoyed the nite very much n we went back to college wif a bloated stomach!when i sed so,i mean really bloated!! =P</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #9933ff">i need to exercise after dat to return to my normal size..haha.lol</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #9933ff">c ya in my next post!thanks for reading!=)</span></p></p>
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		<title>a fren name Hammy&#8230;we mish u&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Nov 2006 13:20:56 +0000</pubDate>
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<p><a href="http://bittersweetgnet.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/picture54.jpg"></a><a href="http://bittersweetgnet.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/picture54_1.jpg"><span style="color: #ff0033"><img height="216" alt="Picture54_1" src="http://bittersweetgnet.blogs.friendster.com/bittersweetmemoriesofmine/images/picture54_1.jpg" width="288" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color: #ff0033">&nbsp; </span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #ff0033">for a clearer view,pless click on d pic..</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0033">few weeks before,we met a new friend in kml..my 1st impression on him was CUTE &amp; innocent looking..gosh,all of us like him..everybody went like,&quot;oh he&#8217;s so cute!&quot; n d girls,well, u know..went oohs n aahs..hihi</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0033">he was known as <u>MR.HAMMY</u>&#8230;</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0033">i still remember his cute round nose..herm&#8230;</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0033">just after a few minutes knowing dis new friend of ours&#8230;something bad happened&#8230;i know it&#8217;s not our fault..we did not do it on purpose..it was..there was dis human we call the MAN&#8230;he forced us to do something on mr.HAMMY&#8230;</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0033">wel,u must be wondering now who is mr.HAMMY..</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0033">here&#8217;s his picture..</span><a href="http://bittersweetgnet.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/dsc00295.JPG"><span style="color: #ff0033"><img height="216" alt="Dsc00295" src="http://bittersweetgnet.blogs.friendster.com/bittersweetmemoriesofmine/images/dsc00295.JPG" width="288" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color: #ff0033"> </span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #ff0033">and this is wat we did to him..we were forced to do it..don blame us..</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0033">we actually killed our fren&#8230;</span></p>
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<p><a href="http://bittersweetgnet.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/dsc00301.JPG"><span style="color: #ff0033"><img height="216" alt="Dsc00301" src="http://bittersweetgnet.blogs.friendster.com/bittersweetmemoriesofmine/images/dsc00301.JPG" width="288" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color: #ff0033">&nbsp;</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #ff0033">herm..to mr.hammy,we are very2 sorry..and we mmiss u so so much..</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0033">hope u rest in peace..in d rubbish bin&#8230;</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #ff0033">luv, H4T27 peeps..</span></p>
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