<?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-53872066198280606</id><updated>2011-07-31T07:54:17.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The delicious girl in the luscious life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Abby the Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288107225987098547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbDe-BHucWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4M9xiiJZ040/S220/abby.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53872066198280606.post-5419070020701812263</id><published>2010-06-13T01:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T02:43:05.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAck from ChiNa !</title><content type='html'>Just came back from China. Whoah~ it is tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks in China makes me home sick!! i wanna come home so much after 1 week there. People will said im crazy. It's fun there, but not all the time, I feel bored most of the time,because im not going with my friends but with a bunch of uncles and aunties. Well, it is expected though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really a great experience there. I went to a place call Tai Xing, then Shanghai, Hang Zhou and finally Shen Zhen. =D to see more photos, im sorry, u will have to view my facebook. For those who dont have my facebook, Oh O~~ i cant help. Unless i know u, or else i wont simply add you as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Expo in Shanghai. I was very exciting at first, but once i reach the place, my mood gone. Because it was TOO CROWDED!! Too many people entering at the same time, too many lining up to go into a pavilion, too many people in the restaurant, too many people in the toilet, too many people in the souvenir shops... AHHHHHHHHHHHH~~~~  this is crazy!!!&lt;br /&gt;And more than 90% of the crowds are local Chinese. No wonder the government have to come out with the one-child policy. Phew~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/TBPTjixhudI/AAAAAAAAAOA/fiMQN9jgKQA/s1600/DSC00614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/TBPTjixhudI/AAAAAAAAAOA/fiMQN9jgKQA/s320/DSC00614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481957779023444434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/TBPTkEmEPKI/AAAAAAAAAOI/PzbN264pJyI/s1600/DSC00620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/TBPTkEmEPKI/AAAAAAAAAOI/PzbN264pJyI/s320/DSC00620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481957788102180002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/TBPTkuC_eJI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YXcOJZBdm3o/s1600/DSC00618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/TBPTkuC_eJI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YXcOJZBdm3o/s320/DSC00618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481957799229356178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about Hang Zhou. It is really a beautiful place. Should go there in couple. The beautiful views there were wasted to me, because... i don have a romantic partner over there... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely go back to Hang Zhou again in one fine day.  =) I bought so many silk sleep wear from there. hehehe... comfy comfy... Im even wearing it now....  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/TBPURRpfb8I/AAAAAAAAAOY/NHAFTM2iVxA/s1600/IMG_0281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/TBPURRpfb8I/AAAAAAAAAOY/NHAFTM2iVxA/s320/IMG_0281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481958564700319682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;please ignore the dark circle under my beautiful eyes! they just wont leave me and my beautiful eyes alone.  =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the final stop, Shen Zhen, is really a good place to shop. I went to the Windows of World, with all the miniature of great buildings from all over the world. It feels like i travel to the whole worldin 1 day time! I went to this place called Maori, they have performance of their traditional dance- the hula dance just like u see from the Hawaiian. And the best thing is, the made me to dance on the stage with the hula costume!!! hahaha....  But too bad, a friend of mine only get to captured 1 picture of mine on stage, and... it is a blurred one! i was speechless....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/TBPSRCKzXhI/AAAAAAAAAN4/iDatfwy0hRI/s1600/DSC01078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/TBPSRCKzXhI/AAAAAAAAAN4/iDatfwy0hRI/s320/DSC01078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481956361521815058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tadaa, this is it! the girl who performing on stage. and that's the costume they put on me and made me dance hula dance on stage!! haha! it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my first time to China. I had a great time over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's next??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bangkok, Thailand!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sawadeeeeeee..... CUP &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CUP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CUP&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53872066198280606-5419070020701812263?l=abbygirlicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5419070020701812263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-from-china.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/5419070020701812263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/5419070020701812263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-from-china.html' title='BAck from ChiNa !'/><author><name>Abby the Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288107225987098547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbDe-BHucWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4M9xiiJZ040/S220/abby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/TBPTjixhudI/AAAAAAAAAOA/fiMQN9jgKQA/s72-c/DSC00614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53872066198280606.post-2007372914216245122</id><published>2010-04-28T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T01:54:19.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the Finale!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these shit papers, I'll be done with study, dne with university, IM DONE WITH BOOKS!!! well, except novels or story books, i like them pretty much...  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's count down.... few more papers, few more days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be free.............................. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/TBPJeZsoOeI/AAAAAAAAANw/tt_-DrsTnps/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/TBPJeZsoOeI/AAAAAAAAANw/tt_-DrsTnps/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481946695571356130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53872066198280606-2007372914216245122?l=abbygirlicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2007372914216245122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-finale-after-all-these-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/2007372914216245122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/2007372914216245122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-finale-after-all-these-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby the Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288107225987098547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbDe-BHucWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4M9xiiJZ040/S220/abby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/TBPJeZsoOeI/AAAAAAAAANw/tt_-DrsTnps/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53872066198280606.post-251348281620271510</id><published>2010-04-20T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T01:47:22.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was born today.... 22 years back...  =D</title><content type='html'>It is my birthday, let's celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all i got!! yummy yummy pressie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/TBPCgMjy2xI/AAAAAAAAAM4/vHl2GgZQtwM/s1600/DSC00470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/TBPCgMjy2xI/AAAAAAAAAM4/vHl2GgZQtwM/s320/DSC00470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481939029822987026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/TBPCiL9jlII/AAAAAAAAANY/rIKEkO24Y1w/s1600/DSC00486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/TBPCiL9jlII/AAAAAAAAANY/rIKEkO24Y1w/s320/DSC00486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481939064022340738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/TBPChCQAlqI/AAAAAAAAANI/5zqgh0Nye94/s1600/DSC00480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/TBPChCQAlqI/AAAAAAAAANI/5zqgh0Nye94/s320/DSC00480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481939044235515554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/TBPChiu0_hI/AAAAAAAAANQ/BEXojzDTv9g/s1600/DSC00485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/TBPChiu0_hI/AAAAAAAAANQ/BEXojzDTv9g/s320/DSC00485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481939052954713618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/TBPCgrEPzjI/AAAAAAAAANA/VniOB6byimA/s1600/DSC00476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/TBPCgrEPzjI/AAAAAAAAANA/VniOB6byimA/s320/DSC00476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481939038012165682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, happy happy me~  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF course and a warm bday celebration from the Sot backsides and my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/TBPG-slMOsI/AAAAAAAAANo/rTeTeYDSXyQ/s1600/30315_422683859362_534479362_5367972_3076151_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/TBPG-slMOsI/AAAAAAAAANo/rTeTeYDSXyQ/s320/30315_422683859362_534479362_5367972_3076151_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481943951861365442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/TBPG-LonFDI/AAAAAAAAANg/3mlWCP9fB0Y/s1600/30315_422683854362_534479362_5367971_6081123_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/TBPG-LonFDI/AAAAAAAAANg/3mlWCP9fB0Y/s320/30315_422683854362_534479362_5367971_6081123_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481943943017337906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53872066198280606-251348281620271510?l=abbygirlicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/251348281620271510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-was-born-today-22-years-back-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/251348281620271510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/251348281620271510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-was-born-today-22-years-back-d.html' title='I was born today.... 22 years back...  =D'/><author><name>Abby the Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288107225987098547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbDe-BHucWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4M9xiiJZ040/S220/abby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/TBPCgMjy2xI/AAAAAAAAAM4/vHl2GgZQtwM/s72-c/DSC00470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53872066198280606.post-6696202772880067713</id><published>2010-04-09T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T01:29:27.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Too many things happened on us. I wonder is there any more chances for us to get back to where we were. But looking back is not a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how much wounds i've left on you, but im sure e of themach must have caused you unbearable pain. I cant express how terrible i feel. Why must made the both of us to stuck in this shit and never find the way out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been selfish for a long time, and im tired of feeling guilty. Therefore i decided to let go. But u said u will be happier if i can continue to be selfish. This is not how it should be baby. Thing shouldn't work this way. There are so many things that you willing to give, i know baby. But not the things that i wanna take. And things that you always want from me I can never give...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you break down and cry is like being cut by a blade, at first... and slowly i got numbed.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, i still don wish see that scene anymore. Both of us are suffered for long enough. Someone should have stand out and say "let's stop this", but i know, it will never be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did it. I hope I'm not doing something wrong. I will have to stop my tears from dropping so that you see me strong.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/S74SXs7W9fI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Fkmf7ttpsWw/s1600/break-up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/S74SXs7W9fI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Fkmf7ttpsWw/s320/break-up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457819996826039794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so close, yet so far.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53872066198280606-6696202772880067713?l=abbygirlicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6696202772880067713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2010/04/too-many-things-happened-on-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/6696202772880067713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/6696202772880067713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2010/04/too-many-things-happened-on-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby the Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288107225987098547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbDe-BHucWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4M9xiiJZ040/S220/abby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/S74SXs7W9fI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Fkmf7ttpsWw/s72-c/break-up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53872066198280606.post-7851369302020281035</id><published>2010-04-06T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T01:53:35.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B.A.R.R.E.D??!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got what???????&lt;/span&gt;  When I'm rushing madly for my final year report, a few sms and calls from friends keep coming in and inform me that i got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barred&lt;/span&gt; from sitting for Media Ethics paper?!!! Holy COW!! Mooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 years studying in this university, and i got barred on my very last semester!&lt;br /&gt;I hate you,the lecturer!! and you better let accept my letter of appeal, or else im so going to xxxxxx you!! I dont wanna stay not even 1 day extra in UTAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that i can graduate on time, smoothly! *cross finger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/S74XFwW_MQI/AAAAAAAAAMw/VRMtIvRRiKY/s1600/hand-cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/S74XFwW_MQI/AAAAAAAAAMw/VRMtIvRRiKY/s320/hand-cross.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457825186067722498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53872066198280606-7851369302020281035?l=abbygirlicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7851369302020281035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2010/04/barred.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/7851369302020281035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/7851369302020281035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2010/04/barred.html' title='B.A.R.R.E.D??!!!'/><author><name>Abby the Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288107225987098547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbDe-BHucWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4M9xiiJZ040/S220/abby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/S74XFwW_MQI/AAAAAAAAAMw/VRMtIvRRiKY/s72-c/hand-cross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53872066198280606.post-8570568532064833993</id><published>2010-03-28T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T01:10:14.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Business woman in the house!</title><content type='html'>I'm unbelievable, Im starting a small agency business with my beloved Caca. why is it so unbelievable? Because doing business is in the top 10 in my list of things-i-will never-do-in-the-future when i was young. haha.. but frankly, I'm still not so into it. But I need money!!! $$$$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The starting point is pretty tough, alot of things have to be done. And it is even tougher for me when all the datelines of assignments and presentations all accumulated in the same month. Goshh.. I hope I dont need to sleep at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thankfully, my partner is being very understanding, so she took over most of the things that need to be done within that period, and made me concentrate on my study. That is lovely. =) Thank you very much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to get back to my assignments. Time is tickling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53872066198280606-8570568532064833993?l=abbygirlicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8570568532064833993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2010/03/business-woman-in-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/8570568532064833993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/8570568532064833993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2010/03/business-woman-in-house.html' title='Business woman in the house!'/><author><name>Abby the Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288107225987098547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbDe-BHucWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4M9xiiJZ040/S220/abby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53872066198280606.post-63093467466383260</id><published>2010-01-03T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T17:36:33.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 2010 !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you guys celebrate or countdown your new year? I went clubbing with my baby. Well, what else can we do other than BBQ, house warming, clubbing, watch fireworks bla bla bla... basically every year is the same. Unlessnext year i will get to go traveling and countdown in a different country. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it's another brand new year and Im one year older. ahhh... this is always the saddest part.&lt;br /&gt;everyday will still be the same. it's not like im going to get rich and be a millionaire nor a super model, a super celebrities nor a super grade student. life still goes on like usual, except i will be getting busier with my study and some part time jobs. Well, sometimes i do pray for some miracle in life to happen. you know, just like reading a fairy tale story, the fantasy comes to life. haha... i beg those little girls who love fairy tales understand my feeling well  &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another 5 months to go and i will be all done with my study! hooray~! no more revision, no more exams! but surely i will miss them feli much after that. human being, this is normal. will only cherish things after they lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the past year 2009 wasnt a great year to me. things happened. unhappy one mostly. cant do anything but face it, yes! or run away from it too. call me loser, i dont mind. how could i face EVERY single things in my life. and it's not wrong for me to run sometimes too ya?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have another 2 weeks of holiday. but nothing exciting is going to happen i guess. just sit home and wait for the uni to start. oh yea, and finish up my report.  =p&lt;br /&gt;im not a good student but neither a bad one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a wish on this new year, and i sincerely hope all of your wishes come true.&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/53872066198280606-63093467466383260?l=abbygirlicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/63093467466383260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-2010-how-you-guys-celebrate-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/63093467466383260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/63093467466383260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-2010-how-you-guys-celebrate-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby the Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288107225987098547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbDe-BHucWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4M9xiiJZ040/S220/abby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53872066198280606.post-8290356916386477712</id><published>2009-12-23T12:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T17:37:38.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Tong Yuen Festival!!!&lt;br /&gt;冬至快乐！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/S0BgXna-spI/AAAAAAAAAMg/X-1BSp0UmPo/s1600-h/DSC06590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/S0BgXna-spI/AAAAAAAAAMg/X-1BSp0UmPo/s320/DSC06590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422439910189478546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, no doubt no doubt, i made this!! and i made more! i ate even more. Hohohoho!!&lt;br /&gt;This year's celebration is just a very simple one. Grandma and aunt both fell sick, cant eat chicken, cant eat seafood, cant eat this cant eat that... even tong yuen also cant eat. Sigh.  feel sad seeing them like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the dishes ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/S0BfYSN24mI/AAAAAAAAAL4/7ZxNkf1MA0I/s1600-h/DSC06588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/S0BfYSN24mI/AAAAAAAAAL4/7ZxNkf1MA0I/s320/DSC06588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422438822165537378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/S0BfZdzneCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/b8U7F2pTs4g/s1600-h/DSC06595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/S0BfZdzneCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/b8U7F2pTs4g/s320/DSC06595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422438842456569890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/S0BfZNIJp_I/AAAAAAAAAMI/gX3ZmOnTyng/s1600-h/DSC06593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/S0BfZNIJp_I/AAAAAAAAAMI/gX3ZmOnTyng/s320/DSC06593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422438837979293682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/S0BgFOjyPrI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Xw0p3hTwC1A/s1600-h/DSC06596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/S0BgFOjyPrI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Xw0p3hTwC1A/s320/DSC06596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422439594277879474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/S0BfYoa7PaI/AAAAAAAAAMA/tPushzGBePs/s1600-h/DSC06592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/S0BfYoa7PaI/AAAAAAAAAMA/tPushzGBePs/s320/DSC06592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422438828125928866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday is seriosuly bored. Stayed in Seremban for 1 whole week,only go out once for movie. Aiksss.... i wanna go back to PJ very much leh! then will get to go out with baby again ^^&lt;br /&gt;Miss you already baby. Study hard ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53872066198280606-8290356916386477712?l=abbygirlicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8290356916386477712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-tong-yuen-festival-yes-no-doubt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/8290356916386477712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/8290356916386477712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-tong-yuen-festival-yes-no-doubt.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby the Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288107225987098547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbDe-BHucWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4M9xiiJZ040/S220/abby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/S0BgXna-spI/AAAAAAAAAMg/X-1BSp0UmPo/s72-c/DSC06590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53872066198280606.post-2791541435564275685</id><published>2009-12-11T02:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T02:56:20.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>suddenly, i miss my blog. feel like writing something here, but feeling so strange to blog again after so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to Mariah Carey and Boys2Mens's "One sweet day", song is sweet but not my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I feel extremely bitter. I've done something terrible, to somebody who loves me with his life. I know even one thousand sorries cannot cure your broken heart... i  believed in karma, and im afraid. What goes around will eventually comes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed. i see it by my own eyes. changed into someone who is more irritating. because even myself dont like myself anymore. I can predict how much others dislike me too. But I just want to be who i like to be, do things i like to do.  Just give me a break, and a little escape!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53872066198280606-2791541435564275685?l=abbygirlicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2791541435564275685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/12/suddenly-i-miss-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/2791541435564275685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/2791541435564275685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/12/suddenly-i-miss-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby the Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288107225987098547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbDe-BHucWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4M9xiiJZ040/S220/abby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53872066198280606.post-6639917246052649756</id><published>2009-08-27T15:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:08:24.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SpahRWuQ8xI/AAAAAAAAALo/FuvyREojC1Q/s1600-h/f_emo64m_5eaf419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SpahRWuQ8xI/AAAAAAAAALo/FuvyREojC1Q/s320/f_emo64m_5eaf419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374660524842742546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a few days off, skipped a few classes. It is already week 13, that's why. Again, final exam is around the corner. It was last year the last time i sit for final exam. Have to start study like a madness woman in order to sit for the papers and get a flying-not-so high result.The circulation willl keep going on till next year. I feel bored already. And I'm saying this when Im only 21. Im useless i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a bad news last night,mom called, said aunt got diagnosed having cancer,2nd stage. I.... dunno what can I do for her. This will always be the last thing I want to happen on her.  And my mom too. Aunt loves me and cares for me like her daughter, and I do loves her back like my mom.  Recently my mom also claimed that she is  feeling ill all the time and having some old-folks-diseases-symptoms. Things that I can do is buying her vitamins and calcium that can strengthen her. &gt;&lt;  Friends who like to lie... me having s few. Sometimes you wouldn't know who to believe who to trust. I used to believe everything they told. But now i doubted everything they told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't what friends are for.  It's week 13, but I still not motivated in picking up my books. What is wrong with me? Rainy day makes my day more blue...&lt;br /&gt;&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/53872066198280606-6639917246052649756?l=abbygirlicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6639917246052649756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/08/emo-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/6639917246052649756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/6639917246052649756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/08/emo-day.html' title='Emo day'/><author><name>Abby the Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288107225987098547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbDe-BHucWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4M9xiiJZ040/S220/abby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SpahRWuQ8xI/AAAAAAAAALo/FuvyREojC1Q/s72-c/f_emo64m_5eaf419.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53872066198280606.post-6461522113126045385</id><published>2009-08-09T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:58:18.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The broke lady</title><content type='html'>Got a nice job for the weekend. Distributing fliers at the "Look Out Point". That was the first time I went there. Nice weather, nice view, nice job, nice people (I mean my boss, Calvin). ^^ Well, who can get this kind of  nice job like I did? There is Benz to pick you up for work and send you home after work! the pay is not bad. and the boss is kinda funny too. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm broke! very broke! I need more freelance jobs. I need more money! I just paid my rental... =(  and there are many things in the shopping center waiting for me to bring them home. I can even see them waving to me in my dream.....  &gt;&lt; But wallet empty empty... what to do? Wait ya my darling, honey, sweetie pie and sugar plum.... I will bring you home soon.... I hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SovovdugV9I/AAAAAAAAALg/F_WbDWqF_8s/s1600-h/money-joke-sleeper-copyright5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SovovdugV9I/AAAAAAAAALg/F_WbDWqF_8s/s320/money-joke-sleeper-copyright5.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371642882700629970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53872066198280606-6461522113126045385?l=abbygirlicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6461522113126045385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/08/broke-lady.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/6461522113126045385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/6461522113126045385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/08/broke-lady.html' title='The broke lady'/><author><name>Abby the Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288107225987098547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbDe-BHucWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4M9xiiJZ040/S220/abby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SovovdugV9I/AAAAAAAAALg/F_WbDWqF_8s/s72-c/money-joke-sleeper-copyright5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53872066198280606.post-4063585794461712376</id><published>2009-08-06T19:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:44:43.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penang road trip</title><content type='html'>Elicia was back from Australia. We had a dinner plan on Monday night. Well, I thought it was just a dinner. =) But ended up I was in her house with Bluey that night. Because the next morning, we are going to have a road trip to Penang! Woah! It is very surprising. haha. Thanks to her mom and Bluey, keep persuading me to follow without giving a damn to my assigment, no matter how many times I told them I have to submit something important the next day. Well, they just dont think that it is something more important than the road trip. haha. And thanks to her father as well, purposely booked another hotel room just for the 3 of us! @@ uncle, you are very efficient leh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some piccies for sure =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/Sovkb9IUhOI/AAAAAAAAALA/Dzy2TxfQBj0/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/Sovkb9IUhOI/AAAAAAAAALA/Dzy2TxfQBj0/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371638149486511330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SovkdNry1uI/AAAAAAAAALY/eU7I2eUYhwA/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SovkdNry1uI/AAAAAAAAALY/eU7I2eUYhwA/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371638171110135522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SovkclkuNQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/gH_NJ4Q4myg/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SovkclkuNQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/gH_NJ4Q4myg/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371638160343053570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SovkcFqK4iI/AAAAAAAAALI/MgpJjOG44-A/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SovkcFqK4iI/AAAAAAAAALI/MgpJjOG44-A/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371638151775969826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SovkbaBfauI/AAAAAAAAAK4/25DPTrb0oWg/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SovkbaBfauI/AAAAAAAAAK4/25DPTrb0oWg/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371638140062624482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more piccies, you can visit my Facebook. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days in Penang, other than eat, we have nothing better to do. Brought our swimming suit, but none of us have the urge to move our fat ass to the swimming pool. haha. We consumed food like no other but without exercise for 2 days. I was guilty. Very! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli went back to Australia again, can only see her again on Christmas. Gonna miss you alot alot babe!  ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53872066198280606-4063585794461712376?l=abbygirlicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4063585794461712376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/08/penang-road-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/4063585794461712376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/4063585794461712376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/08/penang-road-trip.html' title='Penang road trip'/><author><name>Abby the Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288107225987098547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbDe-BHucWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4M9xiiJZ040/S220/abby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/Sovkb9IUhOI/AAAAAAAAALA/Dzy2TxfQBj0/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53872066198280606.post-2604075845454317966</id><published>2009-07-23T22:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T08:51:24.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who took  the PSP?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SnDuWdCQppI/AAAAAAAAAKw/S676H-FnagI/s1600-h/psp.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SnDuWdCQppI/AAAAAAAAAKw/S676H-FnagI/s320/psp.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364049225716901522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went Law Yat last 2 Friday (May 10th) with baby to buy a PSP! The salesman quite nice heh, gave us a quite good price. baby said is because he had bought many things from him. From Play Station 1 to Play Station 3, a lot of PS games and now PSP! of course he will gives a good price. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he choose a black PSP. haih.... boring colour la b.... but he likes it... what to do. I still heart my white PSP!!  ^^ she is so much prettier, hehe (sorry baby... =p).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, of course I wont just write a post here to tell that he got a new PSP! I dont show off one okay??! LOL. This was what happened on a bloody early morning, 4.30am, a week after we bought the PSP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was back in Seremban that weekend, I told I want the PSP for that weekend, but he doesnt want me to bring back. Because he wants to play at home since Im not around for the weekend. Okay, fine!!  Since I have my own PSP at home... so I said forget about it. Sunday morning, 4 in the morning, baby called. He told me : B!! I lost my PSP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man!!!! I was totally awake! WHat happened????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was his story.He said he went snookerat first on Saturday night, then Coco Banana, then back to Al-Safato yam cha, with bunch of friends. Plus he had passengers in the car. When he reached Coco Banana, he remembered that he hide the PSP under his jacket. But he forgot to check when he get into the car after Coco Banana. =.= From Sunway all the way to Damansara, when they reacher Al-Safa, only he wanted to go get his PSP. but this time, it wasnt there anymore! it's GONE! They cant find anything that look like his PSP inside or outside his car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH! I damn sakit hati... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, we went Law Yat again......... Yea, you're right. we went there to buy another PSP. Im glad that my white PSP is having its safe life at home now. Duhh.. I dont have the money to buy another one weh....  Boo... So baby, pls take good care of your PSP laaaa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53872066198280606-2604075845454317966?l=abbygirlicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2604075845454317966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/07/who-took-psp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/2604075845454317966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/2604075845454317966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/07/who-took-psp.html' title='Who took  the PSP?'/><author><name>Abby the Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288107225987098547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbDe-BHucWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4M9xiiJZ040/S220/abby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SnDuWdCQppI/AAAAAAAAAKw/S676H-FnagI/s72-c/psp.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53872066198280606.post-6810796508675579727</id><published>2009-07-01T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:21:01.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went Tenji Sushi Buffet with baby last friday. There are alot of food, but I dont have a huge tummy on that day. Although I still eat alot, but it's less than what I expected. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SkzP3eHXiAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/z65EAOOnN-I/s1600-h/DSC03369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SkzP3eHXiAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/z65EAOOnN-I/s320/DSC03369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353882608920397826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SkzP36ce6PI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fOudgMwZ-JY/s1600-h/DSC03366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SkzP36ce6PI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fOudgMwZ-JY/s320/DSC03366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353882616525154546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SkzP3MgxROI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/7SSuOxN7pFg/s1600-h/DSC03363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SkzP3MgxROI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/7SSuOxN7pFg/s320/DSC03363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353882604195103970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SkzP2_6Ju7I/AAAAAAAAAKI/2-fVSDOW1c4/s1600-h/DSC03355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SkzP2_6Ju7I/AAAAAAAAAKI/2-fVSDOW1c4/s320/DSC03355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353882600811903922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SkzP2YvAseI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xeuSOWaijmk/s1600-h/DSC03357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SkzP2YvAseI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xeuSOWaijmk/s320/DSC03357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353882590296191458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole is playing her favourite game again. M.I.C. Even Anderson has to come to me to find out what is happening. Yea, I know what is going on, but I can't help. Im sorry. Because even myself cant get through her. Have to wait for her to come to me then. Which wont be long. (=  What is next? I dont know, but I do hope I can goback to The Castle again and order Orange-Vanilla-Mint super shisha with you guys, the four of us, the actual group. But... the chances are low I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duuhhhh... Too many things happened ever since my semester started. Im tired already. Few more months to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get back to my ass -igment... =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53872066198280606-6810796508675579727?l=abbygirlicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6810796508675579727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/07/went-tenji-sushi-buffet-with-baby-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/6810796508675579727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/6810796508675579727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/07/went-tenji-sushi-buffet-with-baby-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby the Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288107225987098547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbDe-BHucWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4M9xiiJZ040/S220/abby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SkzP3eHXiAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/z65EAOOnN-I/s72-c/DSC03369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53872066198280606.post-879311260065133620</id><published>2009-06-15T21:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:39:33.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fashion magazines might help</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SjZZ7RzU7uI/AAAAAAAAAJw/IIfac5IQLpU/s1600-h/ugly_betty_Picapp_41923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SjZZ7RzU7uI/AAAAAAAAAJw/IIfac5IQLpU/s320/ugly_betty_Picapp_41923.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347560482474880738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noticed some fashion disasters in University lately... i know im not a fashionista or something and i guess i will never be, but still the fashions that i saw were just sooo eye-popping sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. putting the shades on head like a hair band for the whole day in classes. It looks soooooo wrong. I mean it is totally fine when you do this at outdoor, or just for a short while. But not purposely put it on like a hair band and come to class like that everyday right? A typical 'Wanna be' i will say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. wearing a pair of nice high heels with..... house shorts and house t-shirt which is old and over-size... well well well... you should just wear a pair of slippers instead of high heels my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. wearing a pair of black leather boots with some blink blink chain on it (it's super outdated) and match with some kind of old fashion over-knee dress plus an old fashion short jacket. And that really gave me a "Wow!!" haha... makes me feel like singing Jessica Simpson's "These Boots Are Made For Walking". =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SjZZ7ndwAKI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Y1VXg2X4Dak/s1600-h/fp_1952141_leon_lourdes_nyc_022809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SjZZ7ndwAKI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Y1VXg2X4Dak/s320/fp_1952141_leon_lourdes_nyc_022809.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347560488289960098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you think that I'm over reacting about this, or it is really something not right??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53872066198280606-879311260065133620?l=abbygirlicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/879311260065133620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/06/fashion-magazines-might-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/879311260065133620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/879311260065133620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/06/fashion-magazines-might-help.html' title='The Fashion magazines might help'/><author><name>Abby the Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288107225987098547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbDe-BHucWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4M9xiiJZ040/S220/abby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SjZZ7RzU7uI/AAAAAAAAAJw/IIfac5IQLpU/s72-c/ugly_betty_Picapp_41923.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53872066198280606.post-7170282315859119111</id><published>2009-06-02T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T14:05:28.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad sign</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/Sii07Mq8vMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Voc4k9AoEi4/s1600-h/fever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/Sii07Mq8vMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Voc4k9AoEi4/s320/fever.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343719886981741762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fever on the first day of class? it might not be a good sign for the semester. Lol. sorry for being so superstitious. Im just an ordinary chinese girl after all. remind me to pray 'Guan Yin Ma' when I go home. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53872066198280606-7170282315859119111?l=abbygirlicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7170282315859119111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-sign.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/7170282315859119111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/7170282315859119111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-sign.html' title='bad sign'/><author><name>Abby the Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288107225987098547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbDe-BHucWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4M9xiiJZ040/S220/abby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/Sii07Mq8vMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Voc4k9AoEi4/s72-c/fever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53872066198280606.post-8930182808414236028</id><published>2009-06-01T13:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T13:50:19.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday and Beach</title><content type='html'>Lang Tengah Trip - 25th to 27th May. What a sunny holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SiixRfZIr9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/LyM6NA7hf2g/s1600-h/DSC03147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SiixRfZIr9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/LyM6NA7hf2g/s320/DSC03147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343715871917912018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SiixQwej_uI/AAAAAAAAAJI/cC74gR210Is/s1600-h/DSC03192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SiixQwej_uI/AAAAAAAAAJI/cC74gR210Is/s320/DSC03192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343715859324206818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/Siivn7gznqI/AAAAAAAAAJA/I0u4nAKm_54/s1600-h/DSC03159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/Siivn7gznqI/AAAAAAAAAJA/I0u4nAKm_54/s320/DSC03159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343714058400145058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SiixRPyqs7I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/uYapBU5zPI0/s1600-h/DSC03321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SiixRPyqs7I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/uYapBU5zPI0/s320/DSC03321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343715867730031538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who doesnt love the beach?? ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53872066198280606-8930182808414236028?l=abbygirlicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8930182808414236028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/06/holiday-and-beach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/8930182808414236028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/8930182808414236028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/06/holiday-and-beach.html' title='Holiday and Beach'/><author><name>Abby the Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288107225987098547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbDe-BHucWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4M9xiiJZ040/S220/abby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SiixRfZIr9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/LyM6NA7hf2g/s72-c/DSC03147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53872066198280606.post-7035282471145777128</id><published>2009-05-13T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:04:22.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Solution Vodka</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Suddenly, Im here back in Damansara. Because suddenly I got a job offer, and suddenly they wanna the briefing and training by today (suppose to be yesterday but they postponed after I rushed back &gt;.&lt; ). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It will be a soft launching of Solution Vodka in Raw Bar on this Friday and I got chosen as 1 of their promoter. This new Solution Vodka is so much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;smoother than the Absolute Vodka and the bottle is also nicer, less bulky and trendier. Moreover, they have Orange, Lemon and Peppermint flavor now. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SgqaVSGjGMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Iu7P2Ald-8U/s1600-h/soulution+vodka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SgqaVSGjGMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Iu7P2Ald-8U/s320/soulution+vodka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335246399001008322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The peppermint one is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;must try&lt;/span&gt;. It's very cooling when it goes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; your throat compare others. Because normally when drinking vodka, it burns your throat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;aite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;? But anyway, although &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; promoting this new Solution Vodka now, but the truth is... I still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; like Vodka. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So for those who are interested in this, please come and visit us at Raw Bar, Solaris, Mont &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kiara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. From 10pm to 1am. For the promotion price, 1 bottle is RM220, 2 bottles are RM 400. And some other events too which I'm not so clear about. If you are there and wanna buy a bottle or two of Solution Vodka, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLEASE &lt;/span&gt;look for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;laaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Got commission one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;maaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Holiday fot those who just finished their final exam. Say good bye to those who are graduated. And say Happy Working for those who staring their internship. Happy day everybody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please come and buy Solution Vodka from me!!!! LOL. This is just random.  =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53872066198280606-7035282471145777128?l=abbygirlicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7035282471145777128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/7035282471145777128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/7035282471145777128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='The Solution Vodka'/><author><name>Abby the Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288107225987098547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbDe-BHucWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4M9xiiJZ040/S220/abby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SgqaVSGjGMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Iu7P2Ald-8U/s72-c/soulution+vodka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53872066198280606.post-2922844119639787728</id><published>2009-05-11T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:32:31.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;rotting at home sometimes is such a torture. 2 more weeks of holiday. But Im not really happy with it. Supposedly Im going to Lang Tengah with Bluey they all end of this month, but due to my financial problem I almost cancel the trip. Almost! But now, yeah, confirmed I cant go anymore. Brother is admiting to general hospital in KL on 22nd May for an operation. He has a giant tumor at the under arm. &gt;.&lt;  It's really a huge one. Mom gonna stay with me in Damansara so that she could take care of my brother. And I can go nowhere too. Blue, I know you must be very upset with me now, Im really really soooooory!!!!! I seriously hope that I can go bikini shopping with you for the trip. :( &lt;br /&gt;Forgive me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Uni is starting soon, after 6 months of working, it might be a lilttle hard for me to pick up my books and notes again. Just hope that it's actually easier than what i thought. I miss my friends, but most of them are doing their internship this time. So i guess it will be another 6 months of lonely. fortunately, my cheng hui darling's company is not far from my house =D we still can meet up easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Im feeling very empty these days, probably is the rotting-at-home-everyday's fault. I wanna do something more meaningful than eat and sleep everyday seriously. But looking for a part time job somehow is harder than I expected. duhhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm moody moody...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53872066198280606-2922844119639787728?l=abbygirlicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2922844119639787728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/05/rotting-at-home-sometimes-is-such.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/2922844119639787728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/2922844119639787728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/05/rotting-at-home-sometimes-is-such.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby the Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288107225987098547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbDe-BHucWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4M9xiiJZ040/S220/abby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53872066198280606.post-5640664639139171613</id><published>2009-04-24T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T01:11:15.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to Slimming Sanctuary again today. haven't finish my spa credit yet ^^&lt;br /&gt;i was trying to show my picture of wearing a tube top and thong when I was having my slimming treatment last week, but my baby don let me to publish that picture. =p  it was toooo sexy to show. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay, there are other pictures still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SfCczs4wswI/AAAAAAAAAHg/enBkXszvQiE/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SfCczs4wswI/AAAAAAAAAHg/enBkXszvQiE/s320/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327930771215790850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;say hello. this is me ready to go out. wearing a cap because my hair really look like a mess due to I didn't take shower before I go out. Stop showing the disgusting face people!!! this is because I'm going to spa!! I will have to off my clothes during the spa and take shower after the spa. what for I wanna waste water and energy to shower 2 times in such a short time aite?  "D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SfCczhxeMaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Eto9n4BDj2I/s1600-h/DSC06318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SfCczhxeMaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Eto9n4BDj2I/s320/DSC06318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327930768232427938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before the spa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SfCczxBfgrI/AAAAAAAAAHw/UDgoTT2SptM/s1600-h/DSC06328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SfCczxBfgrI/AAAAAAAAAHw/UDgoTT2SptM/s320/DSC06328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327930772326154930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after the spa, have to cool down before taking shower. I was sweaty but that place is really awesome. I don't feel like going home every time after the spa. because it's very cooling inside and with the aroma therapy all around the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SfCc0KiNVwI/AAAAAAAAAH4/C7r_NPzER-I/s1600-h/DSC06335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SfCc0KiNVwI/AAAAAAAAAH4/C7r_NPzER-I/s320/DSC06335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327930779174262530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the very refreshing and pretty me after taking shower  ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I'm taking my shower only I realized 1 thing! which is.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to brush my teeth today!!!! LOL.  doing yoga and watching drama were the first thing i did this morning. therefore... hehe... *shy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to hit the sack! am going to MMU prom with my baby tomorrow. ahh... i mean.. tonight. ^^&lt;br /&gt;good night world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53872066198280606-5640664639139171613?l=abbygirlicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5640664639139171613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/04/went-to-slimming-sanctuary-again-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/5640664639139171613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/5640664639139171613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/04/went-to-slimming-sanctuary-again-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby the Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288107225987098547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbDe-BHucWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4M9xiiJZ040/S220/abby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SfCczs4wswI/AAAAAAAAAHg/enBkXszvQiE/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53872066198280606.post-6892219975276850549</id><published>2009-04-23T03:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T02:40:43.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/Se9eJtGGO0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/THFTv-HzFpU/s1600-h/121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/Se9eJtGGO0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/THFTv-HzFpU/s320/121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327580405019589442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I used to have them ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;they are always there for me. no matter what kind of shit I have outside, when I come home to them, they will be there patting my head, kissing my cheek and hugging me tightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;but then we are apart. I hope we will be as good as we were. this is my wish.&lt;br /&gt;but wishes don't always come true, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm still having them and wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;For you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;even though you are far away, but whenever I call in the middle of the night, you will talk to me for hours and turned me from crying to laughing, not mentioning that you are actually studying for tomorrow's paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;you will curse the son of bitch together with me just to make me feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;you will show your love to me through words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I feel loved when there is you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;but do you know that I'm afraid of losing you one day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I used to have them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I had lotsa fun hanging around with them. There are bunch of jokers and laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But one day, I noticed I can't feel their jokes and laugh anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I can hear it, but it's very far away like I'm being left behind and I couldn't follow their steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;For you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;you used to be a sweetheart for me. when I'm upset you are good in advising me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;you  are a very great person, can do things that I cant do, know things that I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You're like my big sister/brother, you will lead me through the mist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But now, our gap is very big. I cant go near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Looking at you smiling and laughing happily with others in the photos, I wonder do you still remember me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It makes me cry myself to sleep sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Once I thought I have all. But the next thing I realized is the all need me no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It's 3 in the morning but I'm still up because I'm missing all of you, all of the memories, and all of the past of us.&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/53872066198280606-6892219975276850549?l=abbygirlicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6892219975276850549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-used-to-have-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/6892219975276850549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/6892219975276850549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-used-to-have-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby the Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288107225987098547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbDe-BHucWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4M9xiiJZ040/S220/abby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/Se9eJtGGO0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/THFTv-HzFpU/s72-c/121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53872066198280606.post-948644583635922741</id><published>2009-04-20T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T02:42:17.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday  ♥</title><content type='html'>Was having a great day with my baby on Sunday. I went to Slimming Sanctuary on Saturday for a slimming treatment. That was awesome ^^ love it. And gonna go back again for steam bath spa on Sunday. Baby was studying in Starbucks while waiting for me. This is my treat from my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/Se8twX8WhCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Ecth9_m2WFc/s1600-h/DSC02757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/Se8twX8WhCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Ecth9_m2WFc/s320/DSC02757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327527193286706210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bored with studying... this is his entertainment.. playing with my sunnies...=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/Se81u9RlM_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/xq9en3LmN_s/s1600-h/DSC02754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/Se81u9RlM_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/xq9en3LmN_s/s320/DSC02754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327535965041144818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/Se8vsFFu4UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/HVs44DBbHLY/s1600-h/DSC02759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/Se8vsFFu4UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/HVs44DBbHLY/s320/DSC02759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327529318529556802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/Se8vsZ14f2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5kyrhUcTIwE/s1600-h/DSC02763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/Se8vsZ14f2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5kyrhUcTIwE/s320/DSC02763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327529324100222818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caught him on the phone while driving... im gotta call the mata (police)!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that is our shopping time ^^ we bought...... err... i forgot what we'd bought. lol. just spending and spending.. and we did grocery shopping too... and those were what he cook for us for dinner ^^ my baby is a good cook =D at least he cook better than me =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/Se8wRnWbK6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/UnLQAVb9CwU/s1600-h/DSC02775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/Se8wRnWbK6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/UnLQAVb9CwU/s320/DSC02775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327529963381533602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's our lovely Sunday. What about yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53872066198280606-948644583635922741?l=abbygirlicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/948644583635922741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/948644583635922741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/948644583635922741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday.html' title='Sunday  ♥'/><author><name>Abby the Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288107225987098547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbDe-BHucWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4M9xiiJZ040/S220/abby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/Se8twX8WhCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Ecth9_m2WFc/s72-c/DSC02757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53872066198280606.post-9007242232908703583</id><published>2009-04-20T10:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:44:20.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 21st birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's my birthday !! but it's one week ago. haha... last week was a busy week. i have report to submit, work to be done, and birthday to be celebrate. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nothing much to say about my birthday. &lt;/span&gt;i had a few celebration from families, my baby, Benzamine &amp;amp; Steven and Bluey, Eve, How Theng, Steph and all. Thanks to them ALOT! xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SevmJV_oDjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6lJ2F_3O7FI/s1600-h/DSC06298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SevmJV_oDjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6lJ2F_3O7FI/s320/DSC06298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326604032492965426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the 1st cake i got for my 21st birthday from my family. Black forest cake from Secret Recipe. ^^ Nice cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SevmJnMHUoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Wh5IDLBYa0g/s1600-h/DSC02679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SevmJnMHUoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Wh5IDLBYa0g/s320/DSC02679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326604037108748930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my baby also gave me a memorable birthday celebration on that night in his house. we had a BBQ ,cheese cake and liquor night. I love the Yogurt cheese cake too. yummy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SevmJ6F9vRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/37-dNvFut2I/s1600-h/DSC02689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SevmJ6F9vRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/37-dNvFut2I/s320/DSC02689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326604042183228690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SevmKYtqP6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/np3e9spybi4/s1600-h/DSC02700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SevmKYtqP6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/np3e9spybi4/s320/DSC02700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326604050402787234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SevmKKMH9_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/pJYTZT7LRS0/s1600-h/DSC02699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SevmKKMH9_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/pJYTZT7LRS0/s320/DSC02699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326604046504032242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these were cakes from my darling cheng hui ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SevmhfXKdHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/PDCjXhjZDMs/s1600-h/DSC06314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SevmhfXKdHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/PDCjXhjZDMs/s320/DSC06314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326604447324468338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these were cakes from Segi friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, thanks for the presents from you guys too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, the happiest thing for me is, I no need to work in the office anymore. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53872066198280606-9007242232908703583?l=abbygirlicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/9007242232908703583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-21st-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/9007242232908703583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/9007242232908703583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-21st-birthday.html' title='My 21st birthday'/><author><name>Abby the Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288107225987098547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbDe-BHucWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4M9xiiJZ040/S220/abby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SevmJV_oDjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6lJ2F_3O7FI/s72-c/DSC06298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53872066198280606.post-6902743182695232317</id><published>2009-04-07T11:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:25:36.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Was having headache since morning today, and i got works to do. I won't have works to do when I'm feeling fine. This is so weird. They are good in choosing time to ask me to do works. I'm speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to complete a new animation characer profile today, the final bi-weekly report by this friday and submit my Internship final report by 17th April. But I feel my head bloated now and can see twinkle twinkle little stars flying around. I slept at 1am this morning, it's not that late wut..... what happened to me??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53872066198280606-6902743182695232317?l=abbygirlicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6902743182695232317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/04/was-having-headache-since-morning-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/6902743182695232317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/6902743182695232317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/04/was-having-headache-since-morning-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby the Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288107225987098547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbDe-BHucWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4M9xiiJZ040/S220/abby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53872066198280606.post-1720908501159793336</id><published>2009-04-02T18:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:21:14.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-- sick --</title><content type='html'>i was sick for few days. took a MC and ponteng work for 2 days. hehe... happy-nya. anyway this month will be my last month of working. me happy x2. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to fitnss first so much! i wanna go for the dance classes so much. but too expensive the monthly fees and im a poor girl. so.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben is member of FF, so hegave me his member card and ask me to try and sneak in with his card. If im lucky, then may i can go for my dream danc classes now! For free!! Becaus he is paying ma. hoho. But what if im not that lucky? @@ That's why im holding his card for half a month d, but i still dont dare to 'sneak in' alone. duhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthday is near!! very near! because it's APRIL ~~ come on let's sing a song for APRIL! the most wonderful month among all. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errk. my tummy... pain again. -.-'' im having constipation problem, after i took the medicine from doctor, it changed. From constipation to diarrhea!! Wth. lol. but still better than none aite? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320035458994226018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SdSQEC3VQ2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/_ey2tAa5ZSU/s320/rainbow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53872066198280606-1720908501159793336?l=abbygirlicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1720908501159793336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/04/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/1720908501159793336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/1720908501159793336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/04/sick.html' title='-- sick --'/><author><name>Abby the Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288107225987098547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbDe-BHucWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4M9xiiJZ040/S220/abby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SdSQEC3VQ2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/_ey2tAa5ZSU/s72-c/rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53872066198280606.post-5579844131631211034</id><published>2009-03-24T15:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T17:33:20.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Owh~ I got a surprise ^^</title><content type='html'>Yesterday once i got home, my baby gave me a surprise. He placed a note on my dressing table telling me that.... "Im having Baskin Robbin today!!!" happy happy happy.... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316671255983300226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/ScicVqBqHoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/z-vz9RRvi0o/s320/DSC02643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316671265750530338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/ScicWOaWOSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/uCAZ45e-OTI/s320/DSC02647.JPG" border="0" /&gt; he acting cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316671270792457074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/ScicWhMb63I/AAAAAAAAAEg/FOXXE1fc2_M/s320/DSC02653.JPG" border="0" /&gt; he playing with the dry ice and couldn't stop -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Sunday, I went to a talk orgaized by Sin Chew Jit Poh. People who watched or read 《女人我最大》(Queen/Ladies first) tv show / magazine will know them for sure. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316681131458243794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/ScilUfCXLNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/q4tXCeu-Pyc/s320/20090303173007-LAYOUT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Niu Er, Kevin and Ye Ting were here in Malaysia. But i oni able to took Kevin's photo. =( Man... his body shape is perfect!! I was so close to him that day. He keep walking around in front of me! Owwww~ *blush*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316681138538812642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/ScilU5agFOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/HqofpARP7wA/s320/DSC02623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316682006469238402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/ScimHatPXoI/AAAAAAAAAE4/VnAmm4prCDw/s320/DSC02618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;stephanie, nicole, me and steven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316682012684191602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/ScimHx3AB3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/UR90dGK9JxU/s320/DSC02615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday, me and baby had our dinner in Tony Romas. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316683008818570386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/ScinBwv8ZJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/sC3Ix183g6A/s320/DSC02603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316684197913814962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/ScioG-eV57I/AAAAAAAAAFY/mQD-LgDuKvg/s320/DSC02600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;this is mine!! tempted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316684204780815730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/ScioHYDkBXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/h58OyFZfUSc/s320/DSC02604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;this is mine too.. hohoho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;awesome dinner  ^^. yum yum~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53872066198280606-5579844131631211034?l=abbygirlicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5579844131631211034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/03/owh-i-got-surprise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/5579844131631211034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/5579844131631211034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/03/owh-i-got-surprise.html' title='Owh~ I got a surprise ^^'/><author><name>Abby the Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288107225987098547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbDe-BHucWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4M9xiiJZ040/S220/abby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/ScicVqBqHoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/z-vz9RRvi0o/s72-c/DSC02643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53872066198280606.post-3634064116610425476</id><published>2009-03-13T10:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T12:59:45.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm.. I didnt get to go club with bluey last thursday, but went steamboat with my baby. I'm so sorry about that bluey. I really hope i was there. =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling, Teresa met an accident last week. The fromt part of the car was a gone case, so sent to repair already. But this lady, she has many bruises caused by the accident, but never go to the hospital or clinic for the first day. This is dangerous and she doesnt want to listen to me. Until she really feels the pain overher whole body the next day then only she decided to go visit the doctor! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314002901303624034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/Sb8he-OZAWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tjEa17B3qMU/s320/T%27s+car1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this is what she has done to her car. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to 1U yesterday to celebrate Eve's birthday. We bought her a purse from Roxy and Ice Cream from Baskin Robbins. ^^ She seemed happy. That's great. Will I get something like that too? =D My bithday is near too but I somehow not really exciting about it. Maybe it's because this is another sign to remind me that Im 1 more step further from 'teen'. But well, if i can think positively, now Im an adult-soon-to-be. I can now do many things that I couldn't before....such as... I never been into Genting Casino! I wanna know how it looks like. hehe =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im kinda short of cash recently. I spent money like crazy. And so do my baby. I just bought him a Nike beg. =) He is really happy with that. And Im happy as well cause I got a dress from him. But we are really broke now. Let's save up abit baby. Shall we? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314014636033060386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/Sb8sKBf6LiI/AAAAAAAAAEI/8BL5qKcQ6yQ/s320/DSC02522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314013498713394418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/Sb8rH0pxTPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/UJE_aa_Tc24/s320/DSC02524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cam-whore brighten up my day ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53872066198280606-3634064116610425476?l=abbygirlicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3634064116610425476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/03/hmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/3634064116610425476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/3634064116610425476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/03/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby the Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288107225987098547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbDe-BHucWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4M9xiiJZ040/S220/abby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/Sb8he-OZAWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tjEa17B3qMU/s72-c/T%27s+car1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53872066198280606.post-4609112524753605184</id><published>2009-03-11T10:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:20:43.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good thing? Bad thing?</title><content type='html'>Meow told me that today Utar is having a meeting, to announce that our current Faculty is going to shift to PD block. My first thought- &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;awesome! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But JayaOne is already one of our hangout point in nowadays, once we shift to PD block, JayaOne will be too far and too inconvenience for us. 1 negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In PD block, students who take bus will be more convenience, as buses normally stop right in front of the building. 1 positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Environment in PD block is definitely way better than our current PC block. The appearance of PC block really has nothing to do with the word " University" &amp;amp; "Campus". 1 positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have alot of sweet memories in PD block. Every smile, every laugh,every hard work, every lunch, every story, every friendship that happened there. Me miss. Ops, 1 more positive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant find any other negative reason for me to not happy for shifting to PD block. For those who not happy with it, not agree with it, u can protest but I hope you can do nothing. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another week which I have to write my internship report. What should I do to make my report looks better? How to write it to make it shows that Im working &lt;strong&gt;real hard&lt;/strong&gt; in the office? Duhh... I hate writing report that has not much contents to fill in. the worst part is, it's an important report for me. I hate x2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karlim ajak yamcha tonight, Bluey ajak clubbing tomorrow, and movie on friday. What a happening week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311807627393101922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbdU5Nn58GI/AAAAAAAAADo/K-cJ8LjU-lU/s320/tattoo+of+the+year.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53872066198280606-4609112524753605184?l=abbygirlicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4609112524753605184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-thing-bad-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/4609112524753605184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/4609112524753605184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-thing-bad-thing.html' title='Good thing? Bad thing?'/><author><name>Abby the Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288107225987098547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbDe-BHucWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4M9xiiJZ040/S220/abby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbdU5Nn58GI/AAAAAAAAADo/K-cJ8LjU-lU/s72-c/tattoo+of+the+year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53872066198280606.post-6638599716277681739</id><published>2009-03-06T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T12:17:27.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wan us to be happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As time has changed and past, we both changed too. "The memories, the days we were together were wonderful but i wonder why i cant give or take anymore." You asked me. But I cant give you any answer because I dunno how to. You said you never change loving me but why I found you're getting further and further from me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;what I've done are all not appreciated. then why should I keep doing? I never tell everything like you did, is because I want us to be happier. You said you are trying to save it, but what you are doing, what you are saying are making us sinking. Are you really doing the right thing? Or you just taken the wong way to do it? You're breaking my heart into a million pieces and you're saying it's because you love me and want us to be better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Too many complaints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Too many demands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Too many suspicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Too many fights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Too little trust. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes it's me who didnt protect the relationship well. I just want to apologize for not being there with you when you really needed me sometimes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309923163839101970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbCi-_0_fBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RiOOSiJy838/s320/z47074682.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53872066198280606-6638599716277681739?l=abbygirlicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6638599716277681739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-never-ends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/6638599716277681739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/6638599716277681739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-never-ends.html' title='I wan us to be happy'/><author><name>Abby the Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288107225987098547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbDe-BHucWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4M9xiiJZ040/S220/abby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbCi-_0_fBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RiOOSiJy838/s72-c/z47074682.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53872066198280606.post-2553005963449305578</id><published>2009-02-24T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T16:22:13.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Elicia is going back to Australia again. time flies. after christmas, after chinese new year, she is leaving again. We went for steamboat together on Sunday night then i slept over at her house. I took leave on monday, and had a busy day with her. First she have to go to the clinic for her foot's physical therapy. and then we went to Rawang church, which according to her, is the church where she got baptized when she's a baby. While we have some free time in between of her other appointments, her mother said she wanna treat us pedicure. ^^ This is the most interesting part of the day. Haha. So 3 of us went for pedicure treatment bersama-sama. Lalala....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SaOrqhGHSXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WUbjfBKTias/s1600-h/DSC00479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306273532899445106" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SaOrqhGHSXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WUbjfBKTias/s320/DSC00479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SaOrq8oWmeI/AAAAAAAAACY/SdGgxp0PZwQ/s1600-h/DSC00484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306273540290812386" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SaOrq8oWmeI/AAAAAAAAACY/SdGgxp0PZwQ/s320/DSC00484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SaOrq6iUiqI/AAAAAAAAACg/FNTxCLqADas/s1600-h/DSC06251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306273539728640674" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SaOrq6iUiqI/AAAAAAAAACg/FNTxCLqADas/s320/DSC06251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SaOrqz1N2NI/AAAAAAAAACo/xOmEXto8xcU/s1600-h/DSC06252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306273537928845522" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SaOrqz1N2NI/AAAAAAAAACo/xOmEXto8xcU/s320/DSC06252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SaOrrGPg5jI/AAAAAAAAACw/c4AZvyI4c60/s1600-h/DSC06250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306273542870984242" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SaOrrGPg5jI/AAAAAAAAACw/c4AZvyI4c60/s320/DSC06250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This will be our last hang out before she going back to Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Gonna miss you badly babe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I tried to call Arun for the steamboat but he didnt answer my call for 2 days. today he told me that he was in the hospital when i call him. He got hit by a BUS!!! O.O but amazingly, he just got a broken rib, not even a scratch at outside. Phew.. lucky you. God is blessing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nicole's birthday is tomorrow. And Suzanne too. Suzanne has invited me and baby to her birthday party at the Grid Pub. Whie Nicole's birthday party will be on 7th March. Her daddy is going to give her a sweet 21st birthday party. But all of us have no idea what to buy for her. This rich kid short nothing. Seriously nothing... *headache* ahhh... maybe a better boy friend. ^^ Should i have a sweet 21st birthday party too??? Hmmm.... Mom~~ ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53872066198280606-2553005963449305578?l=abbygirlicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2553005963449305578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/02/say-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/2553005963449305578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/2553005963449305578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/02/say-goodbye.html' title='Say Goodbye.'/><author><name>Abby the Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288107225987098547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbDe-BHucWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4M9xiiJZ040/S220/abby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SaOrqhGHSXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WUbjfBKTias/s72-c/DSC00479.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53872066198280606.post-2130528167295136010</id><published>2009-02-19T10:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T11:48:53.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you should be in hell not here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i was in a damn taxi this morning. i never ever met a taxi driver like him. this idiot was very rude to me and acted like a barbarian. when i reached y office, the bill machine showed RM3.40 but he asked for RM5. wtf? so i said i won't pay you that. so immediately he move the car and dont wanna let me out. so i said i will only pay RM4, then only he stop the car. but before i can stand properly and close the door, he move the car in high speed. the wheel almost go through my toes and i almost fall down at the road side. immediately i took note of his plate number and wanted to make a taxi complaint. but they never answer the call after so many times i called. FUCK! I really have issue with this taxi thingy. every morning, i will need to take cab to work. (well, it's not that im rich, but there are no buses can reach my office) okay, these malaysians do not know that's a thing on earth called "line up". when we were lining up for a cab, these ppl will just go in front of us to wait for a cab, as in they thought they are the 1st one in the line, then they SHOULD get the cab 1st because they will normally reach the cab 1st. Man! Did they ever go to school? Teacher never teach them to line up? If they never go to school, how about the parents? What a shame. I always take cab together with a french guy,because we are going to the same destination. and whenever this happened to us, i can feel myself blushing because... Im Malaysian too!! Although i will never do that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shame shame shame shame... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Another thing that make me even angrier was-- i can never call my bf everytime something happened on me. It happened once 2 months back. I was in Myels's car and we met an accident on the highway. None of us get injured but the front part of the car was gone. So we need to go to the police station and make police report. I call him like a mad fella, but he never pick up. because he was sleeping like a pig. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"If i really have serious injured or watsoever, by the time you call back, im resting in peace already",&lt;/span&gt; i told him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Before i end this post, i have something to say to the taxi driver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i will pray hard for you to have a horrendous accident today and die straight in your fucking taxi driver seat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-The End-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53872066198280606-2130528167295136010?l=abbygirlicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2130528167295136010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-should-be-in-hell-not-here.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/2130528167295136010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/2130528167295136010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-should-be-in-hell-not-here.html' title='you should be in hell not here.'/><author><name>Abby the Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288107225987098547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbDe-BHucWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4M9xiiJZ040/S220/abby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53872066198280606.post-7491261566243535098</id><published>2009-02-16T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:30:54.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SZt-sTYNDvI/AAAAAAAAABk/Ptekd8s_azI/s1600-h/DSC02454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303970413728738754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SZt8_Vl7rcI/AAAAAAAAABU/OEBF9-IFXtk/s320/DSC06227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my hair cut before Chinese New Year. I look more childish and chubby. sigh. Im getting fatter and fatter now. Working in the office is one of the biggest cause. Sitting on the chair for more than 6 hours a day, without exercise is a big no no for me. But i cant help. sigh. I wan this working life to end as soon as possible! I miss Utar so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This CNY was so quiet. But the food were still fantastic! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303969708211509442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SZt8WRVhGMI/AAAAAAAAABM/-VKzvfdXZ1A/s320/DSC02297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;total got 12 dishes for 1 meal ...-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my ang pao were far lesser than the previous years. why???? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been 2 years the last time i celebrate valentine's day and got a flower from somebody. And this year i get to celebrate this lovely festival again and got something again. I got flowers, ring, "baby made breakfast" and candle lights dinner from my baby. =) Although I had a fight with him on Valentine's Day Eve. (Ops!!) But after fighting, the valentine's day will still go on everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SZksw9gGofI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mPOWk1zggzQ/s1600-h/DSC06232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303319255860027890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SZksw9gGofI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mPOWk1zggzQ/s320/DSC06232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SZkswitNhQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GQb8zAcFTdY/s1600-h/DSC06239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303319248667247874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SZkswitNhQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GQb8zAcFTdY/s320/DSC06239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SZt-sggHCRI/AAAAAAAAABs/G2esmVVtVs4/s1600-h/DSC02474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303972289262848274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SZt-sggHCRI/AAAAAAAAABs/G2esmVVtVs4/s320/DSC02474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SZuAA9L5vjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8MGHFWhzWuY/s1600-h/DSC02454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303973740071730738" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SZuAA9L5vjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8MGHFWhzWuY/s320/DSC02454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you know why i love my baby. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53872066198280606-7491261566243535098?l=abbygirlicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7491261566243535098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-had-my-hair-cut-before-chinese-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/7491261566243535098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/7491261566243535098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-had-my-hair-cut-before-chinese-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby the Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288107225987098547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbDe-BHucWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4M9xiiJZ040/S220/abby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SZt8_Vl7rcI/AAAAAAAAABU/OEBF9-IFXtk/s72-c/DSC06227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53872066198280606.post-8817166751514495422</id><published>2009-01-20T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:25:53.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sent my first ever bi-weekly report of internship to my supervisor on last Friday. Nothing much to write in that report. Because I really Don't have much things to do for the past two weeks. Although I'm a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; busy, but those tasks weren't something hard to do also, quite hard for me to include in the report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FINAS&lt;/span&gt; on Saturday. A film producing place (according to my manager) which next to the Zoo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Negara&lt;/span&gt;. At first i thought we are going to the zoo... and I was so happy!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mana&lt;/span&gt; tau... They having a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Doraemon&lt;/span&gt; Movie 2006 screening on that day, so my company sponsoring a short live show for them. According to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;FINAS&lt;/span&gt; people, they had made a new record on that day. A theater that can only fit 100 people had fitted 190 people on that day. my boss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hidung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tinggi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tinggi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt; happy....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my baby gave me a sweet surprise. He came to my house without my knowing, under Alex's help, knocked my door and " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;taa&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;daa&lt;/span&gt;" appeared in my room. @.@  Of course his appearance isn't only what I said as a " sweet surprise". He bought me a cardigan from Nicole which i aimed for quite some times. *Happy faint*  But I didn't buy due to... no money. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; too poor recently...because of working. I know it sounds ridiculous. But students who doing their internship can understand me well I guess. Oh yea.. back to the cardigan. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;... Finally my baby got me that. *Touching touching touching..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I have a very funny story to tell. But I will keep it to next time. ^^ So that you guys will come back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late now. The pig gonna hit the sack right now. Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53872066198280606-8817166751514495422?l=abbygirlicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8817166751514495422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/01/sent-my-first-ever-bi-weekly-report-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/8817166751514495422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/8817166751514495422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/01/sent-my-first-ever-bi-weekly-report-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby the Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288107225987098547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbDe-BHucWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4M9xiiJZ040/S220/abby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53872066198280606.post-352483090135378797</id><published>2009-01-06T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T16:06:44.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally i had move my super lazy fat hand to create a blogspot account. Xanga is just too boring for me now, That's i didn't update my blog for days . I'm kinda outdated! Look at Bluey, she had changed her blogspot skin for 214561 times. But now only i join blogspot. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is my officially internship working day. I started to get busier as I've started working since past 2 months. They started to give me alot of works, which is not bad. Or else rotting in the office is just too boring. Well, i will still play pet society, msn, facebook in the office even though I'm busy. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result for last semester has released. I got a B+ for my Brand management and I'm pretty impress. Cause I never think that i could get a B+ because i didn't really put effort on studying. And the most pleasing part is, my CGPA increase again.. althought it's just a small little tiny move, but I'm happy enough. As long as I'm stil remain in 3.0. My baby said I can get something from him since Im doing so well. And what I'll get is a perfume! Weee! Thank you my baby. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, It's 2009, Happy New Year to all who are reading my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53872066198280606-352483090135378797?l=abbygirlicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/feeds/352483090135378797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally-i-had-move-my-super-lazy-fat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/352483090135378797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53872066198280606/posts/default/352483090135378797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbygirlicious.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally-i-had-move-my-super-lazy-fat.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby the Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05288107225987098547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joL7PpJX-oo/SbDe-BHucWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4M9xiiJZ040/S220/abby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
