<?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-9199831013968308084</id><updated>2012-01-20T13:08:53.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>missy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-4166227230815199939</id><published>2012-01-20T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T13:08:53.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dPlDeGSUGUo/TxnXXrgRJwI/AAAAAAAAASU/5kTGMMvNbBY/s1600/2012-01-20%2B21.07.45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dPlDeGSUGUo/TxnXXrgRJwI/AAAAAAAAASU/5kTGMMvNbBY/s320/2012-01-20%2B21.07.45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699823605229102850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Picture of The Day &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EMvlp016zxg/Txmne8NXHwI/AAAAAAAAAR8/fphtIR52CJ8/s1600/2012-01-20%2B21.08.43.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hard day for me last night. As far as i know, this is my first ever time crying and begging for someone, not to leave me.. I don't know what the fuck i was doing, it came emotionally all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm a happy girl today. Someone suprises me, not infront of my house like what boyfriends do (with flowers say sorry) , just ditch his work halfway and meet me under my blk. With food that he cooked. For me. As though he knows i was hungry at that moment. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful time with you. You are an Amazing guy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that i can't make suprises for you. I'm sorry that i can't give you expensive gifts, can't give you the best present.. I can't even cook your favourite dish properly. But I am very sure that I can try and make you feel happy like a fat kid. Wait, you are already fat -.- LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to explore what life has in store for us.&lt;br /&gt;Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-4166227230815199939?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/4166227230815199939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2012/01/picture-of-day-hard-day-for-me-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/4166227230815199939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/4166227230815199939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2012/01/picture-of-day-hard-day-for-me-last.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dPlDeGSUGUo/TxnXXrgRJwI/AAAAAAAAASU/5kTGMMvNbBY/s72-c/2012-01-20%2B21.07.45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-2611268270867738163</id><published>2012-01-17T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T11:56:13.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pr0WiSgsbYk/TxXSUa-xjpI/AAAAAAAAARk/4ee35eD3Xhs/s1600/cache_00000134e0fa33517b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pr0WiSgsbYk/TxXSUa-xjpI/AAAAAAAAARk/4ee35eD3Xhs/s320/cache_00000134e0fa33517b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698692151789063826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how we've stop everything after you got me impressed 2 days back? I'm sad. I feel so terrible now. I just feel like taking a knife and slit the nerves on my hand. Sorry, i drama more when i sad. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, my destiny isn't tied to him. My destiny doesn't tie to someone that leaves.&lt;br /&gt;I get over-reacted earlier. Why? Because i was asking for a day. Just a day from him. You know how long i was really looking forward for today :( Well, this is not the first time he got me disappointed you see. I'm sure someone out there understand how i'm feeling now. What does it feel, when you quarreled, on text msg, and he kept quiet. Instead, was on call waiting with someone else? Well, you see, you tried calling him but cannot get through. Why? Refer back to my last sentence.&lt;br /&gt;Why must i not think negative? I've caught YOU redhanded, TWICE. Ring a bell? You know, you should keep your problems to yourself and settle among us. NOT, leaving the matter hanging and go to your EX and COMPLAIN. Sayy wwhhuuaat!&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel, when the day you needed him the most, and he wasn't there? Errr..&lt;br /&gt;There's still alot to say, but i'm giving it a rest :)&lt;br /&gt;It seems like all i've done, was never appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about death this days. I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;You will never believe me but as soon as i realized, i ask for forgiveness from everyone in my family. The only person that was left, was a man. Someone who i knew for long. Rizal Bin Razali. Wherever you are.&lt;br /&gt;I've harassed you a lot infront of everyone. I threw the dish that you cook for me, when we talk abt something i don't like. I let you sleep outside my house and it happens for few nights. I threw your clothes from the 9th storey to 1st. I sweared and cursed you infront of my mom. I left you alone lying in the middle of the living room when you were doing dressing, when you just had your bike accident. I slapped you, each time when i just feel like slapping. I boss you around everytime in the house. I let you sleep down on the cold floor everytime when i don't get what i want from you. &amp;amp; too much to mention.&lt;br /&gt;I've harass you a lot  but nevertheless, you've stand up for me. It looks nothing. But you can't imagine how it was, living under one roof, for 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all i have to say. It's been a hard day for me.&lt;br /&gt;But i believe, Allah has fix it better, for my upcoming life. Insya'Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasih sayang kpd manusia, tidak sebesar kasih sayangku kpd Allah. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-2611268270867738163?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/2611268270867738163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-funny-how-weve-stop-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/2611268270867738163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/2611268270867738163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-funny-how-weve-stop-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pr0WiSgsbYk/TxXSUa-xjpI/AAAAAAAAARk/4ee35eD3Xhs/s72-c/cache_00000134e0fa33517b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-8670779850006530525</id><published>2012-01-15T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T08:57:43.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's time for a change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year with boyfriend! Alhamdulillah &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see what god has made for both of us this upcoming months. But for this month, it has been a blessful one. Less fights, more love.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT CAN I EVER ASK FOR.&lt;br /&gt;I spend my days all this while, loving him. Someone who i could call a Husband, a Boyfriend, a Bestfriend and a Father... Who i could turn to and complain everything, ad a shoulder to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause he keep me warm when i'm cold&lt;br /&gt;He will always wake up in the middle of the night to put on a blanket for me when it's not in place.&lt;br /&gt;He let me eat the last (INSERT FOOD)&lt;br /&gt;He can make me laugh without trying.......&lt;br /&gt;He makes me feel so special by saying 3 words.&lt;br /&gt;He allows you to be independant and be myself.&lt;br /&gt;He works two jobs to help support us (used to)&lt;br /&gt;He teases me, even when it ticks me off.&lt;br /&gt;He is a loyal friend.&lt;br /&gt;He calls me everyday at lunch, breaks, whenever he have the time.&lt;br /&gt;He inspires me&lt;br /&gt;He encourages me&lt;br /&gt;He hardly snores (but whenever he snores, i'll wake him up, of course heh)&lt;br /&gt;He always, always tells me he thinks I'm beautiful and sexy.&lt;br /&gt;He is not disturbed by my little dark moments&lt;br /&gt;He makes me proud&lt;br /&gt;He makes me feel special&lt;br /&gt;He makes me feel confident&lt;br /&gt;He makes life worth living&lt;br /&gt;He makes the best cup of drink/nasi goreng lol (he cooks better then me!!)&lt;br /&gt;He makes me laugh even when hes not around because i'll remember all the happy and funny moments we had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been doing all this for one year plus already. It's amazing how he's not been giving up, and tired of me. He's like a human that was send from the above for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way he's always right,&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when he lie.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when he make me laugh,&lt;br /&gt;even worse when he make me cry, yes, he makes me cry. &lt;br /&gt;I hate it when he's not around,&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that he didn't call.&lt;br /&gt;But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,&lt;br /&gt;not even close...&lt;br /&gt;not even a little bit...&lt;br /&gt;not even at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, not forever, cos forever is a lie. But i shall love you everyday, in all ways, always, endlessly &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-8670779850006530525?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8670779850006530525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-time-for-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/8670779850006530525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/8670779850006530525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-time-for-change.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-5423147863523532177</id><published>2011-09-01T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T09:07:41.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rMnr2x49DU0/TmAl5AFnG5I/AAAAAAAAARc/EtpocHy7UnA/s1600/al-quran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rMnr2x49DU0/TmAl5AFnG5I/AAAAAAAAARc/EtpocHy7UnA/s320/al-quran.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647555593928907666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reciting the Al-Quran. Believe in Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adalah Jawapan, untuk penyelesaian masalah.&lt;br /&gt;Insya'Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dengan kekuatan Iman, mengguna AKAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-5423147863523532177?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/5423147863523532177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-do-you-do-when-someone-you-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/5423147863523532177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/5423147863523532177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-do-you-do-when-someone-you-love.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rMnr2x49DU0/TmAl5AFnG5I/AAAAAAAAARc/EtpocHy7UnA/s72-c/al-quran.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-2164570265401331428</id><published>2011-08-17T15:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T16:21:58.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9_TEf81_Gg/TkxHyYWN8TI/AAAAAAAAARU/fqhIscQMlhQ/s1600/Photo%2BBooth16.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9_TEf81_Gg/TkxHyYWN8TI/AAAAAAAAARU/fqhIscQMlhQ/s320/Photo%2BBooth16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641963364043059506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muhammad Nur Hillary Bin Mohamad Zaini &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, i miss my boyfriend extremely and it's creeping me out. I desperately need an advice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST ADVICE;&lt;br /&gt;" I know what you've been gg through.j ust mentally pick out all of your friends and have them as your "support system" so there's always someone to talk to if you're not hanging out with them. you just have to keep yourself busy with something else, maybe go to the gym, that's what i've been doing.&lt;br /&gt;There are always going to be times in the day when you're left alone with your thoughts and think about how much you miss him, and it's okay to cry. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ADE SERIBU KAWAN PUN TK GUNA. SATU PUN TAKLEH PAKAI HAHAHAHAHAHA FUCK ME DUDE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, i miss the feeling of Ryan. I'll never get over it :/ sad life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-2164570265401331428?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/2164570265401331428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2011/08/hi-boyfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/2164570265401331428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/2164570265401331428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2011/08/hi-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9_TEf81_Gg/TkxHyYWN8TI/AAAAAAAAARU/fqhIscQMlhQ/s72-c/Photo%2BBooth16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-3236929047824238646</id><published>2011-08-15T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T09:15:19.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Funny story;&lt;br /&gt;I pee-d in my pants while cooking for break-fast. Kay fake. I rushed to the toilet. BUT IT WASN'T MY FAULT. Hillary was making a joke and i laugh so hard.&lt;br /&gt;I had a naise day with boyfriend today. I realize things had change after everything :/ So different. Nevertheless, I love You. No doubt 'bout that.&lt;br /&gt;Just that, Maybe, just that, things will never be the same after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3, Srii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-3236929047824238646?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/3236929047824238646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2011/08/funny-story-i-pee-d-in-my-pants-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/3236929047824238646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/3236929047824238646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2011/08/funny-story-i-pee-d-in-my-pants-while.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-9042663362894009033</id><published>2011-08-11T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T11:06:34.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LLJDp0ILBXo/TkQXOh5prBI/AAAAAAAAARM/C1-U1v5zCdA/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-17%2Bat%2B13.14%2B%25232.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LLJDp0ILBXo/TkQXOh5prBI/AAAAAAAAARM/C1-U1v5zCdA/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-17%2Bat%2B13.14%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639658171760487442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.&lt;br /&gt;You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly. I believe that two people are connected at the heart, and it doesn't matter what you do, or who you are or where you live; there are no boundaries or barriers if two people are destined to be together &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-9042663362894009033?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/9042663362894009033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-is-composed-of-single-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/9042663362894009033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/9042663362894009033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-is-composed-of-single-soul.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LLJDp0ILBXo/TkQXOh5prBI/AAAAAAAAARM/C1-U1v5zCdA/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-17%2Bat%2B13.14%2B%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-1948762074917158074</id><published>2011-08-10T08:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T03:17:04.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he WAS my gift :'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CAedLh8ChzU/TkK4xTxaNoI/AAAAAAAAARE/BxLabw2ahDI/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-10%2Bat%2B23.34.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CAedLh8ChzU/TkK4xTxaNoI/AAAAAAAAARE/BxLabw2ahDI/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-10%2Bat%2B23.34.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639272840681895554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-taog8PiVky4/TkK0u4M2ysI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/fdL_HDUTpEg/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-10%2Bat%2B23.37%2B%25232.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-taog8PiVky4/TkK0u4M2ysI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/fdL_HDUTpEg/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-10%2Bat%2B23.37%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639268400874572482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all should feel sorry for my loss. If i have to cry to death, i'll be crying for him. My son.&lt;br /&gt;Like right now. I'm crying.. I can't hold on to my tears. 3rd August where i saw him, breathless, i can't touch him. I've seen him clearly, with his placenta.. I saw his eyes, nose, mouth.. Everything. I was totally broke down. I feel like killing myself now. I want to kill myself. I've been in my room from the day i admit out from SGH, till now.. I will nvr get over it. WILL NEVER. He's my life. I've been thinking far about us. I've been working so hard for us.&lt;br /&gt;I want to feed you, i want to educate you very very well. I don't want you to feel miserable in life, susah just like me. I want you to feel so welcomed by this world. I was so worried that i couldn't support you.. I was really looking forward for you. I love you so much, sayang, so so much :"(&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;He was 18.3 CM. You can see his head there, on the right. And his fingers there? He's waving :') His leg on the left, he was bending. It's like as if he knows the doctor's taking his picture :') &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 5 months, i've been carrying you everywhere. Never for once, thinking on giving up on you. Because i know, in the future you'll always be there for me. I know, you'll love me so much, forever. And i'll love you so much and we both can sacrifice for each other more then anyone. For past 2 months, i feel you kicking. I always smile when it happen. When it's time for ultrasound scan, i saw your fingers sayang, your fingers, they were waving. You were somersaulting sayang, somersault... :'( I saw your heartbeat, your spine.. You were so perfect, the greatest gift i have all this 20 years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUT WHY MUST YOU DO THIS TO MOMMY?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loss is always painful, i've discovered. Never a good time to lose an awaited and wanted loved one. People will never imagine how i'm feeling now. I JUST CAN'T GET OVER IT :"( He, left me.... :"( I'm so jealous looking at all the pregnant ladies.. Jealous, sad.. Ya Allah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, a week later, I feel flat and empty. My cousin's baby is due in a month time. Touching baby clothes is oddly satisfying.. It brings to the surface the pain and reminds me that my lost baby was real, that he might also have filled them. But I no longer belong there and have to look away from the newborn babies and happy, expectant mothers :'( This is terribly upset..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My pain is something, no one can understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;LET'S GET STRAIGHT TO THE POINT. ACTUALLY, EVERYTHING WAS MY FAULT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you rest in peace, my son. Ryan Hanzfy &amp;lt;3&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/9199831013968308084-1948762074917158074?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/1948762074917158074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-all-should-feel-sorry-for-my-loss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/1948762074917158074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/1948762074917158074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-all-should-feel-sorry-for-my-loss.html' title='he WAS my gift :&apos;('/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CAedLh8ChzU/TkK4xTxaNoI/AAAAAAAAARE/BxLabw2ahDI/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-10%2Bat%2B23.34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-4585915023038063829</id><published>2011-06-05T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T23:30:01.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t3DO47RdBPw/TexoU7wfWhI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/LXdQR0-xjtU/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-06%2Bat%2B13.32.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t3DO47RdBPw/TexoU7wfWhI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/LXdQR0-xjtU/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-06%2Bat%2B13.32.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614977544271911442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hWoJvULbpAk/TexoUvO6h6I/AAAAAAAAAQs/lkLQuqwAQNo/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-06%2Bat%2B13.31.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hWoJvULbpAk/TexoUvO6h6I/AAAAAAAAAQs/lkLQuqwAQNo/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-06%2Bat%2B13.31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614977540909860770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, other girls have been worst. I don't care. I'm me, i'm not the other girls. I'm fragile. I'm scared of boys. Reason being, i've seen how my cousins fight. I've encounter alot how guys act when they hate it, they don't like it. When i was young, everytime my late dad pressured me to study. I used to get beaten up, if i gt the wrong answers. Few years back, i've seen how my uncle beat my aunty up. She was crying and vomitted blood all over. So from there i've seen how cruel guys are.&lt;br /&gt;At first, when i have a boyfriend, i thought i was lucky. I never like guys before. He was my first. I thought he was definitely someone i'm settling down with. I was wrong. People only have three chances in life. He was awesome. I gave him 4 chances. He misused it. However, i've forgiven him over what had happen. Remember, everyone has to forgive eachother. You wouldn't want to leave alone in this world. No matter how painful the situation is, you still have to remember, you once love him so hard before :/ and he was once in your life. I've given him a chance, again. Idk, if he needs it or not. Just, yaa :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, i've seen myself ‘walking on eggshells’, being careful that i don’t upset him. This is wrong. I can't be in relationship with someone i don't love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people blame themselves if they’re treated badly. You must have done something to deserve it – right? Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Abuse is never your fault. It’s not ok for someone to hurt you, be mean or nasty, or get aggressive or violent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVEN IF;&lt;br /&gt;you made them jealous&lt;br /&gt;you were late or forgetful or thoughtless&lt;br /&gt;you don’t want to have sex or to be affectionate&lt;br /&gt;you’re depressed&lt;br /&gt;you still stay with them even though they hurt you&lt;br /&gt;you flirted with someone else&lt;br /&gt;you don’t agree with them&lt;br /&gt;you’re sick or have a disability and need them to help you&lt;br /&gt;you want to break up with them.&lt;br /&gt;They don’t have to treat you badly.&lt;br /&gt;We all feel stressed, upset, angry or hurt at times in our lives. But we can all calm ourselves down, talk to others or take a break. We have a choice how we act, and we don’t have to take out our feelings on other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please. Girls are weak. They can cry on the most slightest thing. You can see her strong and not crying on the outside. Try, try talk to her nicely after that, she'll cry. She loves you. That's why she's still there even when you embarrass her on public. She needs you to play both roles in her life. One, her Boyfriend. Another, her Bestfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love; &lt;br /&gt;ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-4585915023038063829?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/4585915023038063829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2011/06/maybe-other-girls-have-been-worst.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/4585915023038063829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/4585915023038063829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2011/06/maybe-other-girls-have-been-worst.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t3DO47RdBPw/TexoU7wfWhI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/LXdQR0-xjtU/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-06%2Bat%2B13.32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-238238639974159565</id><published>2011-06-05T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T22:37:50.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know, sometimes you hope. you hope your nice friends would be there for you on your tough days. yes. they will. they need their mask on at first. Sometimes when you have a boyfriend, who loves you so much just like his own mum, that's when he's worth your time, your tears. And you love him and treat him just like your own son, and nothing else matters in the world. Yes. I love my boyfriend very much. Very very much. &lt;br /&gt;All i need is just his attention :/ I'm jealous. I'm jealous because he has friends to go out with and enjoy. I'm jealous he only have to think of his mum (and me). Whereas i? I got 3 siblings who's still schooling. A mum who's working diligently alone. I don't have a fridge, my water just been cut off. Everything tht i earn was all to my family. That is when it come to a point, i realise, i shouldn't have a boyfriend. It's not my time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Sincerely, &lt;br /&gt;ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-238238639974159565?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/238238639974159565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-know-sometimes-you-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/238238639974159565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/238238639974159565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-know-sometimes-you-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-797508181309451712</id><published>2011-05-24T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T16:41:47.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ewSvB3O6Brw/Tdwu62rtrHI/AAAAAAAAAQg/hwtrXSSYSyk/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-17%2Bat%2B13.13%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ewSvB3O6Brw/Tdwu62rtrHI/AAAAAAAAAQg/hwtrXSSYSyk/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-17%2Bat%2B13.13%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610410824442948722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, you'll never find another like me. And I'll never find any another like you. All i want is love. from one person a great big giant hug and his arms around me making everything okay. I love you so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-797508181309451712?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/797508181309451712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2011/05/truth-is-youll-never-find-another-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/797508181309451712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/797508181309451712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2011/05/truth-is-youll-never-find-another-like.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ewSvB3O6Brw/Tdwu62rtrHI/AAAAAAAAAQg/hwtrXSSYSyk/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-17%2Bat%2B13.13%2B%25233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-7022468452094080486</id><published>2011-05-24T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T15:11:23.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm left for 7 month to see how the world is. It's 5:30 and mummy just got back from uncle Shafiq's place. Uncle Aliffi and Aliff was there too. Not forgetting uncle Haris. Mummy once told me, that daddy would always love her. Even now, i think mummy has butterflies in her stomach each time daddy talks and hold her. I shake a little when i feel mummy's blood vessels vibrating and rushing all over. When i found out why, daddy was looking deep in her eyes. It was sweet. And every night i asked her where daddy is, she'll just rubbed me and say, "it's okay syg. daddy's not gg anywhere. he loves us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When mummy and all my uncles were playing and laughing i somehow get hungry and moved a little to signal her. Mummy was stoned, holding me and said,"omg no, he's in pain!"&lt;br /&gt;Mummy always think about daddy and i always asked her question. If you can see mummy's face you will know how tired she is. Shagged i shall say. Mummy always pray that i'm a boy. So i could protect her and not even a bee would sting her. Mummy said I should look out for a tiny straw in between my groin and once I see that, I should kick her real hard and make sure she vomit a lot. She said she will take that as a sign that I am a boy. But I ain’t see nothin’ yet, yo. I don't know when i'll get my result but mummy says i have another 3 months to show signs to her. Mummy promised to keep me healthy and safe. I love you mummy.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see grandma. She told me grandma's a nice person. I hope grandma would accept me in this world. Mummy prays nowaydays. She quickly get up and say her prayers and finished quickly and sleep peacefully. &lt;br /&gt;I see mummy is a strong person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, mummy is on this hormon-ised situation. She easily get irritated and would fucked people up if she thinks they're so what-the-fuck. However, she never blames me. She drink alot of fresh cow milk. So i'll grow up with strong bones and as healthy as her. Daddy, i hope you're the first person i'll see once i open my eyes. Mummy never says how cruel or bad you are. Instead mummy look through your pictures and messages and smile, and feel like she's missing youuu sooo much everyday. Okay then, i've got to go! Mummy's drinking milk again and i'm so loving it!! toooodleesss people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-7022468452094080486?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/7022468452094080486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2011/05/hello-world-im-left-for-7-month-to-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/7022468452094080486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/7022468452094080486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2011/05/hello-world-im-left-for-7-month-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-4048784305808750795</id><published>2010-10-18T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T01:48:09.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi. I get tired easily nowadays. My school has not been helping me. I just check email, and i receive a new assignment. It's killing me :/ &lt;br /&gt;I cried on every slightest things. I can even cry when i'm tired. Maybe, there's no reason, but i can still keep crying for. Anyways, i miss my baby boy Shaik Shaiful. It's been almost two weeks. But there's still, no response from him. Nor his family.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay. What i learn, patience is virtue.&lt;br /&gt;And, i've been spending alooottt of money :( yes, i did regret the next thing. Sometimes i prayed to god.Dear God, drag me out of this. I know i'm strong. And my friends are not.&lt;br /&gt;My friends are fucker. Fuck them all. No offence dudes. But you guys, are killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-4048784305808750795?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/4048784305808750795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/10/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/4048784305808750795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/4048784305808750795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/10/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-4851220953244005638</id><published>2010-08-30T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T19:48:03.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After 2 years, i found someone who i thought i could lean on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just want to thank you, for letting me stay in your heart even if it only last for 2weeks. minus a week you were caught silently without anyone knowing :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(97, 96, 96); font-family:Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;ul style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: disc; list-style-position: inside; list-style-image: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I recently met a guy and there was instant attraction. He had told me that he has messed up his life and wasn't sure if we should try to get into one now, but I said we can take it slow and just date until later on.Our forth week, he started to pull himself away and go because getting close to him was too much for him.I eventually breakdown after he felt guilty saying those things, and it was horrible for the first hour or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: disc; list-style-position: inside; list-style-image: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;The next weekend we were supposed to go on a day trip together. He told me that he was still into me as he had been at first, but if i want a serious romantic relationship, this isn't it. We didn't even met anyway and agreed it would be our last.He was at times completely lovey-dovey with me and at times idk :/ After the next day he said he needed to be alone. I said he hurt my feelings and walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;He texted saying that he didn't mean to hurt my feelings but he just needed to be alone right now.I returned the text, saying okay, i'll let you have your space. I understand. I swear i did.I'm not sure how in just two weeks i'm in love with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I'm OK moving on, although I really liked this guy, but I guess my ego hurts.What's really weird is that he is very attracted to me technologically and we have a good time together when we're not talking about his issues.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: disc; list-style-position: inside; list-style-image: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;DONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-4851220953244005638?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/4851220953244005638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-2-years-i-found-someone-who-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/4851220953244005638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/4851220953244005638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-2-years-i-found-someone-who-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-3360346411980562886</id><published>2010-07-19T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T12:38:47.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/TESlEprzqbI/AAAAAAAAAQI/G06K44zhBEo/s1600/adiii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/TESlEprzqbI/AAAAAAAAAQI/G06K44zhBEo/s320/adiii.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495698944626502066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/TESjfazXGRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/11TcV0fNDqs/s1600/bff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/TESjfazXGRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/11TcV0fNDqs/s320/bff.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495697205464865042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"sri kau tau, banyak daun kering yang bersepah. nak dapatkan permata tu betul punye susah. kalau da dapat, kau mesti simpan betul betul. permata takkan pecah. die berkecai. tu yang susah nak dapat balik." - adi putra&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on bestfriend forever love, why must you leave me? i don't know how more years you're going to meet me and your friends who is here missing you. everyweek, even for few hours, you were there for me. this just feel different without you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have no friends, that i could trust now. no one. i don't have a boy to have crush on. no one here doesn't want to see me happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, i'm in a bad state. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've got no one to complain to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've got no shoulder to cry on. even the guy which i thought could be there for me, make me fall into his trap. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even iffah, has not been there. yes, she listens. but she never were there to wipe my tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've got no one by my side, except for my family, blood-related. qilah was such a nice girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have always been by my side even in a wrong situation :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-3360346411980562886?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/3360346411980562886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/07/sri-kau-tau-banyak-daun-kering-yang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/3360346411980562886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/3360346411980562886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/07/sri-kau-tau-banyak-daun-kering-yang.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/TESlEprzqbI/AAAAAAAAAQI/G06K44zhBEo/s72-c/adiii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-6753246722440915485</id><published>2010-07-18T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T13:29:26.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As soon as you receive my message, you would go to this link. And as soon as you finished, if you are not heartless, you would think what you've done. I don't need your sorry.&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry that i've kissed you, and i'm sorry that i trust your words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i'm sincerely, really sorry for saying sorry to somebody who is not supposed to be sorried. Because i don't live to please people around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I let everything flow in god's hand. Everything. Alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;We were so good, everything was okay. You're such a nice boy. You have a beautiful family. You're so young in heart. You listen to all of my dumb story. Your heart is so soft. You listen to my lame gossips. You tried to give me responds back eventhough you don't understand what i'm talking about. We always laugh at eachother. We even fight with eachother, eventhough my hand hurts when you keep on punching me. I cherish that, i like it like that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;But you seem so confused, and don't know which way you're going. Please, get a nice friend that is neutral to consult you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have my dignity. That is the why i have to get away curses from people which are not healthy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has effect my friendships. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe, she's just unhappy that i'm going out with her ex-boyfriend. It's a poor thing that she still couldn't get over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was called a &lt;b&gt;bitch, i repeat, a BITCH&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;b&gt;no reason&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;my friend who i trusted&lt;/b&gt; acted like she knows nothing just to dig shits out of me. I don't know how much she got paid for that. I feel &lt;b&gt;disgust&lt;/b&gt; with girls throwing too much vulgarities. Eeeew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please baby, don't drag me into this situation. That girl has been talking about me everywhere. It's either you've noticed it, or you ignore it just because you think for yourself. How am i suppose to face my friends when she told them i'm like a "boyfriend-snatcher" "kawan makan kawan", eventhough she's not my friend, that's what public don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please reflect. Where were you on Friday, 16 of July 2010, 12.27 AM when i was actually waiting for your message. Please don't use excuses such as &lt;b&gt;"meet my mum later"&lt;/b&gt; to cover everything. Oh come on Sri, how could you not know that? -_-" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what have you talked to her on that day? Please, don't lie to her. Don't break her feelings, mend what you said. When a girl takes in a guy's word, she really kept it in heart and forever won't forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope, she never tell me anything. Not her friends, not your friends. But i saw it with my own eyes. It was so clear, it touches my heart deeply,in depressed now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well i'm okay with it. Atleast i'm leaving this behind, and you're stuck with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry. I'll have to thank god that this has happen so quickly that he doesn't want us to move a step a head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All i want is love.&lt;b&gt; from one person a great big giant hug and his arms around me making everything okay&lt;/b&gt;. but that's obviously not possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life's in a mess. yes, i miss you so much and i really mean it. this is the most hurtful, ugliest and disgusting thing i'm facing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My head hurts, my eyes are swollen, i'm so weak. I didn't realise it's 3 AM. I was in my room sobbing. I've not eaten, i can't eat. I'm meeting bestfriend soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I GIVE IN, SHE WINS! :]&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/9199831013968308084-6753246722440915485?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/6753246722440915485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-soon-as-you-receive-my-message-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/6753246722440915485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/6753246722440915485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-soon-as-you-receive-my-message-you.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-6565054572749001517</id><published>2010-05-19T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T09:26:32.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/TAaWebk6SdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/gT69C3j9ijM/s1600/Image%28142%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/TAaWebk6SdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/gT69C3j9ijM/s400/Image%28142%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478231446285601234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhil, "what happen to your voice today?"&lt;br /&gt;Srii, "nothing, i'm just having flu."&lt;br /&gt;Dhil, "well, then put your flu aside and concentrate on your voice."&lt;br /&gt;Srii, "WHAT? -__-|| "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum should be home by now after 1 and a half day at work. She works in ICA for almost 9 years as a supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;I can see how tired she is handling things all by herself. Poor mummy.&lt;br /&gt;If only daddy is here to see how big and nice we've grown. How beautiful his daughter are. And how clever his sons were.&lt;br /&gt;l know god's going to be with me. I can feel him all around me.&lt;br /&gt;Insyaallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEEED MILKKK!! heeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-6565054572749001517?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/6565054572749001517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/05/hari-yang-paling-sway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/6565054572749001517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/6565054572749001517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/05/hari-yang-paling-sway.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/TAaWebk6SdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/gT69C3j9ijM/s72-c/Image%28142%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-3539019030584407387</id><published>2010-05-16T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T04:37:31.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEST FRIEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S-_S8300bjI/AAAAAAAAANU/yEFQ1_JjVxI/s1600/Shots167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471824015497915954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S-_S8300bjI/AAAAAAAAANU/yEFQ1_JjVxI/s320/Shots167.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear bestfriend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We might have drifted apart maybe because i'm busy with my stuffs. But you're still here, you're like kisses blown by angels (ceh ceh).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In you, i found my second self. But i believe silence makes the real conversations between bestfriends. Not the saying but never needing is what it counts. True friendship comes when silence between two people is comfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sound like a fucking gay right now. But my bestfriend is my shelter. Truthfully i have no one, except her. Who understands oneself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thumbs up for us. Siti Zarifah Binte Mubarak Ali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehe&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/9199831013968308084-3539019030584407387?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/3539019030584407387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/05/best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/3539019030584407387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/3539019030584407387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/05/best-friend.html' title='BEST FRIEND'/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S-_S8300bjI/AAAAAAAAANU/yEFQ1_JjVxI/s72-c/Shots167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-3537403974426690506</id><published>2010-05-16T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T01:02:06.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S--mEhCFXcI/AAAAAAAAANM/K1ECwzpW_6A/s1600/Shots182.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/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S--mEhCFXcI/AAAAAAAAANM/K1ECwzpW_6A/s320/Shots182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471774668795239874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S--mEHMMvmI/AAAAAAAAANE/ufvYgxOnu6I/s1600/Shots147.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/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S--mEHMMvmI/AAAAAAAAANE/ufvYgxOnu6I/s320/Shots147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471774661858344546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S--mDVhsnEI/AAAAAAAAAM8/1UYeKVo3QR8/s1600/Shots143.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/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S--mDVhsnEI/AAAAAAAAAM8/1UYeKVo3QR8/s320/Shots143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471774648526740546" 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/9199831013968308084-3537403974426690506?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/3537403974426690506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/3537403974426690506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/3537403974426690506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S--mEhCFXcI/AAAAAAAAANM/K1ECwzpW_6A/s72-c/Shots182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-6391634677567289065</id><published>2010-05-06T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T15:18:47.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. my name is shafiq. my age is 21.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahaha! i and sri now watching niyang rapik.&lt;br /&gt;she said very nice. i don't know. i have not watch yet.&lt;br /&gt;okay bye.&lt;br /&gt;she don't know i blog here because she is in the kitchen making for me hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;heee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-6391634677567289065?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/6391634677567289065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/6391634677567289065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/6391634677567289065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-4767557176413449747</id><published>2010-05-06T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T09:38:08.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S-LwY9HTLiI/AAAAAAAAAM0/nDtdgaPLtr8/s1600/Shots126.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/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S-LwY9HTLiI/AAAAAAAAAM0/nDtdgaPLtr8/s320/Shots126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468197209093910050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S-LwYV5CwiI/AAAAAAAAAMs/5tBuYtHjhpQ/s1600/Shots128.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/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S-LwYV5CwiI/AAAAAAAAAMs/5tBuYtHjhpQ/s320/Shots128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468197198565130786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. Currently i'm chatting with my homebwoi, Taqim.&lt;br /&gt;I can't really explain how much i've missed him. And his sidekick, Andrew. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how he's feeling now, that NS boy? I think i should text him later. And tell him that i'm eating Macdonalds now.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Yea, i shoouuld. I'm waiting for Shafiq and Chicky to come here. They're bringing this, "cite bayek siol" CD and watch together to accompany me, poor me, who's alone at home doing nothing. At 3AM like that, i'll be going out with loverboy. (no iffah, not that guy. i mean the our friend. the other one please. ahh, yes him! gd girl.)&lt;br /&gt;So last Tuesday i met cousin Qilah and spend the whole, "nak step can make it" day. But can luh siol.&lt;br /&gt;From her London Weight Management, to my New York Skin Solution, to our Jean Yip Hairdressing.&lt;br /&gt;All out. Nice catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three cheers to Rizal, THE STUPID GUY, who's in DB right now!!&lt;br /&gt;HIP HIP HOORAY! HIP HIP HOORAYY!!! HIP HIP HOORRAAYY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;fucker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-4767557176413449747?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/4767557176413449747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/4767557176413449747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/4767557176413449747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S-LwY9HTLiI/AAAAAAAAAM0/nDtdgaPLtr8/s72-c/Shots126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-2957087074761138057</id><published>2010-04-25T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T20:50:42.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>picture, just.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S9UNY8CnErI/AAAAAAAAAMk/b_dmLwI_x7I/s1600/07042010009.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/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S9UNY8CnErI/AAAAAAAAAMk/b_dmLwI_x7I/s320/07042010009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464288444969063090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S9UNYpECfoI/AAAAAAAAAMc/96B72pdzFAA/s1600/07042010010.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/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S9UNYpECfoI/AAAAAAAAAMc/96B72pdzFAA/s320/07042010010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464288439874780802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S9UKiWjcDwI/AAAAAAAAAMU/DLGKJTq6YaI/s1600/Shots091.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/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S9UKiWjcDwI/AAAAAAAAAMU/DLGKJTq6YaI/s320/Shots091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464285308170014466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S9UKiOINo7I/AAAAAAAAAMM/hR2gtJ2Nn-c/s1600/Shots092.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/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S9UKiOINo7I/AAAAAAAAAMM/hR2gtJ2Nn-c/s320/Shots092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464285305908339634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S9UKh95SblI/AAAAAAAAAME/7J96J8US0uY/s1600/Shots049.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/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S9UKh95SblI/AAAAAAAAAME/7J96J8US0uY/s320/Shots049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464285301550771794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S9UKhXPJ6FI/AAAAAAAAAL8/a15cGqRw7Qs/s1600/Shots080.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/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S9UKhXPJ6FI/AAAAAAAAAL8/a15cGqRw7Qs/s320/Shots080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464285291173505106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S9UKg0skzzI/AAAAAAAAAL0/H_Kz-biY-8w/s1600/Shots077.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/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S9UKg0skzzI/AAAAAAAAAL0/H_Kz-biY-8w/s320/Shots077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464285281901662002" 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/9199831013968308084-2957087074761138057?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/2957087074761138057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/04/pictureeeeeee-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/2957087074761138057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/2957087074761138057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/04/pictureeeeeee-just.html' title='picture, just.'/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S9UNY8CnErI/AAAAAAAAAMk/b_dmLwI_x7I/s72-c/07042010009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-8099457978936200143</id><published>2010-04-17T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T12:13:33.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I GOT PREETY IRRITATED WHEN MY SISTER'S NINETEEN YEARS OLD BOYFRIEND IS AT HOME. HE WOULD ALWAYS DISTURB ME AND CALL ME STUPID ALMOST EVERY MINUTE AND I'LL END UP CHASING HIM LIKE A MAD GIRL AND HIT HIM WITH A BROOM ON HIS HANDS AND KNEES. IT'S SATURDAY, NEVERMIND. HE WILL BOOK IN ON SUNDAY AND I'LL BE SO HAPPY WITH NO SILLY PIG AROUND. OH I'M SO TIRED AND I CAN'T FEEL MY FEET ANYMORE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-8099457978936200143?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8099457978936200143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-got-preety-irritated-when-my-sisters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/8099457978936200143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/8099457978936200143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-got-preety-irritated-when-my-sisters.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-994079408265717557</id><published>2010-04-15T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T09:53:33.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been spending my three nights with sweetheart and i feel so comfortable around him. lol. Who doesn't?   Is sri going out with older guys? yes absolutely, she is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-994079408265717557?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/994079408265717557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-been-spending-my-three-nights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/994079408265717557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/994079408265717557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-been-spending-my-three-nights.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-1964467281861051640</id><published>2010-04-10T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T13:48:22.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am ridiculously head over heels with Justin Bieber.  HAH TELL ME ABOUT IT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-1964467281861051640?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/1964467281861051640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-ridiculously-head-over-heels-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/1964467281861051640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/1964467281861051640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-ridiculously-head-over-heels-with.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-750257460130832512</id><published>2010-04-01T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T12:10:27.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CHECK UP!! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S7TunqmF59I/AAAAAAAAALM/Ggq4-rCqEOE/s1600/DSC01572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S7TunqmF59I/AAAAAAAAALM/Ggq4-rCqEOE/s320/DSC01572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455247413868881874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S7TrxYEDvQI/AAAAAAAAALE/ujwpuIl7B7c/s1600/050824_fetus_generic_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S7TrxYEDvQI/AAAAAAAAALE/ujwpuIl7B7c/s320/050824_fetus_generic_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455244282158103810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S7TkEbKMBII/AAAAAAAAAK8/Vh6DhzE5UEc/s1600/P1513%5B01%5D_31-03-10.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/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S7TkEbKMBII/AAAAAAAAAK8/Vh6DhzE5UEc/s320/P1513%5B01%5D_31-03-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455235813313610882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S7TkD8r_LTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/6WPNyzHqgt0/s1600/P1512%5B01%5D_31-03-10.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/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S7TkD8r_LTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/6WPNyzHqgt0/s320/P1512%5B01%5D_31-03-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455235805133876530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S7TkDTiGrfI/AAAAAAAAAKs/dDXhddVuCDQ/s1600/P1609_31-03-10.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/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S7TkDTiGrfI/AAAAAAAAAKs/dDXhddVuCDQ/s320/P1609_31-03-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455235794086571506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S7TkDIvSpyI/AAAAAAAAAKk/oMuUck4sgiw/s1600/P0627_31-03-10.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/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S7TkDIvSpyI/AAAAAAAAAKk/oMuUck4sgiw/s320/P0627_31-03-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455235791189092130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S7TkC-PoDaI/AAAAAAAAAKc/MelU0JpN1mA/s1600/P0629_31-03-10.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/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S7TkC-PoDaI/AAAAAAAAAKc/MelU0JpN1mA/s320/P0629_31-03-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455235788371922338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muscle. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, i got my sister to accompany me for my monthly check-up. Atlast, i got someone. If not, i'll be alone as usual. I made arrangements at ttsh instead of kk. Because the senior consultant here is my uncle. Which partly, make things ways easier. Partly luhh.&lt;br /&gt;I think i've gain weight by eating all the food that Rizal used to eat. (the ones which i dislike, most.)&lt;br /&gt;My schedule for 2 following weeks:-&lt;br /&gt;&gt; sister's birthday on 7th April.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; stock take on 8th April (7:30AM till late)&lt;br /&gt;&gt; bestfriend and Ridzwan's birthday on 9th April.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; yoga for 3 days straight, 12th 13th 14th April.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Another week, appointment at Adonis. Don't know what date yet.&lt;br /&gt;AHH mcm sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-750257460130832512?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/750257460130832512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/04/check-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/750257460130832512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/750257460130832512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/04/check-up.html' title='THE CHECK UP!! :)'/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S7TunqmF59I/AAAAAAAAALM/Ggq4-rCqEOE/s72-c/DSC01572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-6892135600896777988</id><published>2010-03-29T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T11:45:07.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*clears throat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.widdlytinks.com/myfamily/silhouettes/silhouettefamily.swf" FlashVars="t1=The Rizal Family&amp;pv1=0&amp;pn1=5&amp;px1=251.55&amp;pf1=1&amp;pv2=0&amp;pn2=22&amp;px2=186.8&amp;pf2=0&amp;pv3=0&amp;pn3=12&amp;px3=305.85&amp;pf3=1&amp;pv4=1&amp;pn4=23&amp;px4=208.8&amp;pf4=1&amp;pv5=0&amp;pn5=3&amp;px5=338.8&amp;pf5=1&amp;pv6=1&amp;pn6=7&amp;px6=268.8&amp;pf6=1&amp;pv7=0&amp;pn7=24&amp;px7=365.8&amp;pf7=1" quality="high" wmode="transparent" width="500" height="230" name="My Family Silhouettes" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="samedomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have piles of pregnancy and childbirth books everywhere, in every corner of the house, a few on my bedside table, another one on my dresser, one near the toilet( where I escape from everyone else to nurse once in a while. I read while nursing, pooping, bathing, calming Rizal down.&lt;br /&gt;Today when I got home from touring around s'pore with Dot, brother was wailing, the pizza dough was still waiting for its topping as sister did dishes and laundry, the boys were watching &lt;i&gt;Simpsons&lt;/i&gt;, I was beyond smelly, but it was all ok. I finished the pizzas and fed Irsyad and accepted the TV and, somehow, knew that I had turned the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 2 weeks, I had been pretty busy with &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;daddy-ing&lt;/span&gt;, and daily routines. Poor Junior, he's like forever craving for more and more attention from his internet-freak mother. Perhaps I should go slow with the daily chatting + blogging and concentrate more on Junior-ing.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So there you have it! The Worst Parent Award goes to us, and we haven’t even officially crossed the line over to parenthood yet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OYE! We’re doomed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay i need to get some sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hella tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-6892135600896777988?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/6892135600896777988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/03/clears-throat-for-past-2-weeks-i-had.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/6892135600896777988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/6892135600896777988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/03/clears-throat-for-past-2-weeks-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-7835525592971455875</id><published>2010-03-29T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T09:14:41.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTube - Justin Bieber - One Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CHVhwcOg6y8"&gt;YouTube - Justin Bieber - One Time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-7835525592971455875?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CHVhwcOg6y8' title='YouTube - Justin Bieber - One Time'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/7835525592971455875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/03/youtube-justin-bieber-one-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/7835525592971455875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/7835525592971455875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/03/youtube-justin-bieber-one-time.html' title='YouTube - Justin Bieber - One Time'/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-1641858983056591023</id><published>2010-03-24T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T03:05:59.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEHE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S6qIpxKbKTI/AAAAAAAAAKM/g3CXi1oM7YQ/s1600/P0520_25-03-10.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/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S6qIpxKbKTI/AAAAAAAAAKM/g3CXi1oM7YQ/s320/P0520_25-03-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452320550038481202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello world!&lt;br /&gt;I'm left for 5 and a half month to see how the world is. It's 5:30 and mummy just got back from uncle Shafiq's place.  Uncle Aliffi and Aliff was there too. Not forgetting uncle Haris. Mummy once told me, that uncle shafiq likes her. Even now, i think mummy has butterflies in her stomach each time uncle shafiq talks and hold her. I shake a little when i feel mummy's blood vessels vibrating and rushing all over. When i found out why, uncle shafiq was singing to her and looking deep in her eyes. But mummy's mind was not there. The song he sings reminds her about daddy. Daddy used to sing for her each time when they're on bed. It was sweet. Talking about daddy, i've always asked her where is daddy. I always got this mindset that daddy's irresponsible leaving mummy and i. Everytime i asked her at night, she'll just rubbed me and say, "it's okay syg.trust me daddy will come back to us."&lt;br /&gt;When mummy and all my uncles were playing and laughing i somehow get hungry and moved a little to signal her. Mummy was stoned, holding me and said,"omg no, he's in pain!"&lt;br /&gt;Mummy always think about daddy and i always asked her question. If you can see mummy's face you will know how tired she is. Shagged i shall say. Mummy always pray that i'm a boy. So i could protect her and not even a bee would sting her. Mummy said I should look out for a tiny straw in between my groin and once I see that, I should kick her real hard and make sure she vomit a lot. She said she will take that as a sign that I am a boy. But I ain’t see nothin’ yet, yo. I don't know when i'll get my result but mummy says i have another 3 months to show signs to her. Mummy told me once about me, having elder sibling. Something so, really sad happen. And atleast daddy was there. So mummy promised to keep me healthy and safe. I love you mummy.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see grandma. She told me grandma's a nice person yet understanding. Grandma has been so patience and regard her as a trustworthy ones. I hope grandma would accept me in this world. Mummy prays nowaydays. Even 2AM in the morning. She cried in her prayers. When she kneel down to the ground, her heart struck and picturised daddy's face and with this motherfucker. She quickly get up and say her prayers and finished quickly and sleep peacefully. That was then the next morning she feels like killing daddy and she does not share the reason whhy with anyone. I see mummy is a strong person. To bring me up she never tells anyone about this including her bestfriend. The reason i blog is hoping that daddy could see this and the picture above how much i've grown like all of a sudden. Mummy's not someone who's stingy instead, she's keeping her cash and tears for future and a month to go if she happens to stay away from anyone. Mummy is so well-prepared and i hope daddy is to.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy has ditch work for soo many reasonable reasons. I'm very happy that she's taking private learning now as she always wanted. Diploma in mass communications. She has nice friends and there's this lady with same fate as mummy but mummy's considered a lucky one.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, mummy is on this hormon-ised situation. She easily get irritated and would fucked people up if she thinks they're so what-the-fuck. However, she never blames me. She drink alot of fresh cow milk. So i'll grow up with strong bones and as healthy as her. Daddy, i hope you're the first person i'll see once i open my eyes. Mummy never says how cruel or bad you are. Instead mummy look through your pictures and messages and smile, and feel like she's missing youuu sooo much. Okay then, i've got to go! Mummy's drinking milk again and i'm so loving it!! toooodleesss people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : mummy says i'm going healthyyy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-1641858983056591023?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/1641858983056591023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/03/hehe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/1641858983056591023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/1641858983056591023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/03/hehe.html' title='HEHE'/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S6qIpxKbKTI/AAAAAAAAAKM/g3CXi1oM7YQ/s72-c/P0520_25-03-10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-5595841551183055325</id><published>2010-03-22T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T08:36:58.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i've gain weight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S6d8nqN4HaI/AAAAAAAAAJU/NUF_MWHonpM/s1600-h/P0030%5B01%5D_18-03-10.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/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S6d8nqN4HaI/AAAAAAAAAJU/NUF_MWHonpM/s320/P0030%5B01%5D_18-03-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451462894744509858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"sri, asal kau gemok skg? senang hati?"&lt;br /&gt;"MAKAN HATI DENGAN RIZAL!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S6d8nTtmanI/AAAAAAAAAJM/N5HhNxhhkhs/s1600-h/P0049_18-03-10.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/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S6d8nTtmanI/AAAAAAAAAJM/N5HhNxhhkhs/s320/P0049_18-03-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451462888703552114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I LOVE YOU BESTFRIEND"&lt;br /&gt;"HEHE SRIIIII"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S6d8m6YpPzI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Pnu3bKDak_8/s1600-h/P2215_18-03-10.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/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S6d8m6YpPzI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Pnu3bKDak_8/s320/P2215_18-03-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451462881904770866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S6d8mPuOIAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Ggli6yt_QIk/s1600-h/Yooo.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/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S6d8mPuOIAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Ggli6yt_QIk/s320/Yooo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451462870452543490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry uh, buang sway punya pasal satu rambut aku kerjakan.&lt;br /&gt;See sayang, how shagged my face is. Ingatkan you. Sorang je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's ridiculous actually how i could possibly love my boyfriend no matter how much i was ditched by him. Maybe no one understands. Except bestfriend. Partly. I somehow think i'm like drifted apart from her. I don't always blame my working hours. It's just that i feel so awkward if it's been a long time i last seen her and we met back. So much to tell but always left hanging for some **** reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i could only stab boyfriend in his chest. Push the knife in his stomach, pull it to his heart and twist in clockwise position and lock it then i'll be so satisfied. Yes i would. Then i wouldn't think about his whereabouts, who he's with then what he's doing now.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe his child wouldn't even know how cruel his father is. Maybe he also don't know whether his child is a boy or a girl. So cute like him, or as preety as the me :]&lt;br /&gt;I want to show some friends out there not he/she alone has the temper and can fucked around many innocent people. My point is, when you get socialised too much or networking with people, yknow how selfish and stupid they are. So from there, tell them you're capable too.&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays. i get irritated so fast and ignores everyone that i think they should be ignored.&lt;br /&gt;I love Rizal.&lt;br /&gt;I mean friends are stucked with friends. I cannot go far then that. I have my limit. Everything has limits. I bet you too have limits. Somehow i feel so errgghhh.&lt;br /&gt;A wise friend told me. Get someone who loved you. Not you loves someone. One day you'll love him too. I bet she's right. You won't see anyone that love eachother so much. I mean, yes you would. But only one would get so obsessed with another. I don't know if i say this right. But that is what i learn from public. Easy said my own friends. Plus me?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i'm obsessed with Md.Rizal Bin Razali.&lt;br /&gt;Today's monday. Not say i ditch work. I just don't feel it's compulsary. lol?&lt;br /&gt;I reach office, Gulab building? Yes at around 10AM. To find my operation manager and get my staffs right size uniform. Afterwhich he pass me this 'customer service executive' tag. Instead of 'supervisor'. I don't know which one is the highest rank, but never the mind. So i got into a room and settle and check all the forms that got submitted by people looking for job vacancy. I shouldn't be doing that actually, but unfortunately, i was forced. -.-" OKAY. No choice.&lt;br /&gt;I set 3 appointments with Bismillah to let the people out there to get their job they want and pass down to Jerome. I was about to get out from the office for lunch when i see each of them face with their smiles. So, Alhamdullillah. No questions asked and i took the bus straight to toa payoh and got home instead of going back to shop :)&lt;br /&gt;After that i met my uncle and go vivo to cancel all my credit cards. But reach already, i somehow refused. LOOLL that actually made my uncle so mad and told my mum. Mum called my phone and was shouting. She's cute.&lt;br /&gt;"ummi, i promise to use it wisely. I promise to pay my credits. Pls, trust me. I'll be more matured in money handling. Please, i promise.&lt;br /&gt;"ONE MORE TIME I SAW YOUR LETTER, I"M GOING TO SMACK YOU. I TELL YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;"kay, i won't let you see my letter. Promise ummiiiii pleeaassseee :]"&lt;br /&gt;So i walk around with my uncle. HAHAHA and open another account, standard chartered. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;"deposit 500 please."&lt;br /&gt;uncle, "you sure ywant? ask ummi."&lt;br /&gt;me, "ummi mesti okay pya! nanti balik kakak bilang. HEEE"&lt;br /&gt;I'm like collecting all credit cards. Next, OCBC. WEEE HEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;Cibai uh, kalau dpt American Express, sedap tu! AHH&lt;br /&gt;Seal from my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the funny part. For me uh.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my first day to do the duty roster for my staff.&lt;br /&gt;"eh, ah boy, you work uh today?"&lt;br /&gt;"ya why? yesterday i call here uncle say i work full mah?"&lt;br /&gt;"really uh? Oh shit. (run to counter) ROSTER LEH? ROSTER? "&lt;br /&gt;"nah, why?"&lt;br /&gt;"today i got so many staff uh?! Siao, for what?!"&lt;br /&gt;"*PIANG! You want to bully people uh! KANASAI! "&lt;br /&gt;"i don't know, sorry sorry. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my very good friend, Taqim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taqim aqim says:&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;takde pade aku&lt;br /&gt;aku leh tlg kau buat fyp&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;aku kau andrew&lt;br /&gt;threesome&lt;br /&gt;comfirm gpa 4 points&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;ѕяіі says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;you nvr change eh taqim!&lt;br /&gt;andrew pun&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;taqim aqim says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;mau pe&lt;br /&gt;spanishh fly!&lt;br /&gt;kau patne&lt;br /&gt;ѕяіі says:&lt;br /&gt;rumah luh&lt;br /&gt;asal?&lt;br /&gt;taqim aqim says:&lt;br /&gt;adek kau mane&lt;br /&gt;cakap ngn dia&lt;br /&gt;abang mus nak kenal2&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAA&lt;br /&gt;ѕяіі says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA siol.&lt;br /&gt;taqim aqim says:&lt;br /&gt;lololol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-5595841551183055325?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/5595841551183055325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-ridiculous-actually-how-i-could.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/5595841551183055325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/5595841551183055325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-ridiculous-actually-how-i-could.html' title='i&apos;ve gain weight.'/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S6d8nqN4HaI/AAAAAAAAAJU/NUF_MWHonpM/s72-c/P0030%5B01%5D_18-03-10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-1798654381254165961</id><published>2010-03-22T20:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T20:12:27.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S6gw8MePlDI/AAAAAAAAAKE/nrFZFz53kqU/s1600-h/andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S6gw8MePlDI/AAAAAAAAAKE/nrFZFz53kqU/s320/andrew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451661159630345266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Md Andrew Bin Bapakkau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S6gw7tfvfRI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/gnHlPXToa6I/s1600-h/silhoette.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/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S6gw7tfvfRI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/gnHlPXToa6I/s320/silhoette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451661151315131666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My midnight buddies. [stay opposit blk only -.-]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S6gw7SrHvFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HfjHHqyXMXg/s1600-h/rayaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S6gw7SrHvFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HfjHHqyXMXg/s320/rayaaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451661144115100754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Family. I've grown up my youth days with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SWEET KAN AKU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-1798654381254165961?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/1798654381254165961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/03/random_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/1798654381254165961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/1798654381254165961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/03/random_22.html' title='RANDOM'/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S6gw8MePlDI/AAAAAAAAAKE/nrFZFz53kqU/s72-c/andrew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-5946160729534096010</id><published>2010-03-02T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T22:53:41.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S44HbBorT9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/DHLEWXG_Dyk/s1600-h/DSC01666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S44HbBorT9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/DHLEWXG_Dyk/s320/DSC01666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444297160414416850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau nak duit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KAU NAK DUIT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about money kan!&lt;br /&gt;SEMUA yang aku kasi TAK cukup BESAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BESAR TAK BESAR LUH BROTHER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;( _|_ ) ( _|_ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-5946160729534096010?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/5946160729534096010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/03/kau-nak-duit-kau-nak-duit-its-all-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/5946160729534096010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/5946160729534096010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/03/kau-nak-duit-kau-nak-duit-its-all-about.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S44HbBorT9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/DHLEWXG_Dyk/s72-c/DSC01666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-6372227650725931469</id><published>2010-02-15T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T02:23:49.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S3kgqAgkN2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/b78CuVvpT_k/s1600-h/Adq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S3kgqAgkN2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/b78CuVvpT_k/s320/Adq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438413931089770338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S3kgp1P1SvI/AAAAAAAAAIc/udW3DkrlMHk/s1600-h/P1607%5B01%5D_14-02-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S3kgp1P1SvI/AAAAAAAAAIc/udW3DkrlMHk/s320/P1607%5B01%5D_14-02-10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438413928066796274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S3kgpio2m6I/AAAAAAAAAIU/_A3VsJlSZ08/s1600-h/P1225_14-02-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S3kgpio2m6I/AAAAAAAAAIU/_A3VsJlSZ08/s320/P1225_14-02-10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438413923071466402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as usual i wake up early in the morning, get everything done, clean up the house and wait for my baby to wake up. &lt;br /&gt;I was abou to light my ciggarete when my room door was open wide with me wearing only top and panties.&lt;br /&gt;"DIK! BANGUN! SUPRISE! LOOK DOWNSTAIRS!", shouted Abg Is.&lt;br /&gt;"huh? (rush to the kitchen)"&lt;br /&gt;"kak, ape ni? taktau malu ke? (as mum is washing spinach. lol)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i saw three mitsubitshi lancer, all three were white. Everyone's outside the car waving.&lt;br /&gt;"da dik, lincar kite go tepi laut! Kejut Ridzwan bangun."&lt;br /&gt;"alaa, pampers belum beli, susu kene bawak, leceh siol."&lt;br /&gt;"Nanti go shop and save je, cepat bapak die tunggu kat bawah, claim dari die je."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reach east coast like around 1plus and at 4, we went to have our early dinner and go home, take fishing rod and go Changi. To my suprise, all were so pack. Baik east coast, baik Changi. We were just one inches our to our 'neighbours' -.-. It's okay anyway, while the guys were fishing, me and kak lynn, ya, the only both of us were singing and lying while Ridzwan is playing with his small cute fishing rod.&lt;br /&gt;"maa, nak pancing."&lt;br /&gt;"adik takde joran, how to fish syg?"&lt;br /&gt;"(turns to abg wan) paa, belikan."&lt;br /&gt;"okay syg, we go downtown got flea market, i buy for you. Very nice one."&lt;br /&gt;"(knocks on abg wans head) kau nak belikan? mana ade kecik pya?"&lt;br /&gt;"anything for my lil prince, takde apek tu aku siat hidup hidup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i change the diapers, and his ultraman pyjamas and his new croc shoes that i bought for him. He look so extremely cute. :)&lt;br /&gt;and as for today, i'm going out to movie with my aunty. As Ridzwan, his father took him back home. And promised to return it to me tonight. Ahh, what a beauiful family i had. I just realised that i spend my off days and rest days with family and mostly, my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best week of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Three cheers for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-6372227650725931469?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/6372227650725931469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-as-usual-i-wake-up-early-in-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/6372227650725931469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/6372227650725931469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-as-usual-i-wake-up-early-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S3kgqAgkN2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/b78CuVvpT_k/s72-c/Adq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-3831958908308578553</id><published>2010-02-12T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T04:49:38.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, my curls are gone. So is my sister's.&lt;br /&gt;I'm at work now, i didn't know i could get connection in my store. How suprising! Of all 3 months aye. Anyway, i kinda miss bestfriend. Define 'bestfriend'. Oh shoots. &lt;br /&gt;I got a husband already. Someone who always send stocks to my workplace. -.-&lt;br /&gt;"syg, you nak benda?"&lt;br /&gt;"ape nye bang?"&lt;br /&gt;"nah, dog tag adidas. Gantong kat lanyard you. I pya nike."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a floor supervisor is nt bad afterall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-3831958908308578553?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/3831958908308578553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-my-curls-are-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/3831958908308578553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/3831958908308578553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-my-curls-are-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-5249359067949569798</id><published>2010-01-26T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T21:08:49.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S1_GrYN-qgI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bQdy62YMBgw/s1600-h/DSC01654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S1_GrYN-qgI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bQdy62YMBgw/s320/DSC01654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431278124169865730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so its 12:53PM.&lt;br /&gt;Your life just keeps happening and its impossible to stop it, change it, and make it how you want it. The world just doesn't work like that.&lt;br /&gt;and oh how i saw those pictures. That one on my mum's birthday. I love that look. between us. in that one picture. I feel like we can both see inside eachother. We are both smiling and happy and content. anyways i was.&lt;br /&gt;But that was before, like way back in the days when the grass was still green and the pond was still wet and the clouds were still clean, and the song of the Swomee-Swans rang out in space. (AHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya, i got like 3 days straight off. Reason being, "boss, can i have an annual leave i got a 5month old son to take care of, please?" And ya, so i clear my leave already which means no-more-leave-or-you-won't-get-commission-for-one-month. &lt;br /&gt;Earlier morning, bestf reach home at around 2AM and i swear i could just starve to death. In my head was like, mee goreng, Ayam penyet, bukan bukan semua luh! In the end we only ordered mac? :)&lt;br /&gt;Most probably today, i'll just kill time by playing tennis. What else i can do sia?&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-5249359067949569798?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/5249359067949569798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-so-its-1253pm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/5249359067949569798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/5249359067949569798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-so-its-1253pm.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S1_GrYN-qgI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bQdy62YMBgw/s72-c/DSC01654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-6655553904914105120</id><published>2010-01-24T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T05:43:58.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, after viewing all the pictures in Koon's folder, Dan's folder, i somehow miss the BEDOK HOOLIGANS lehhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(( triple triply really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   Especialllyyy, this ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S1xFWonqhII/AAAAAAAAAHU/38YYZt_vBHM/s1600-h/1_151474350l.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/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S1xFWonqhII/AAAAAAAAAHU/38YYZt_vBHM/s320/1_151474350l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430291505865196674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S1xNftqmZ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/FyMtfdWMN6U/s1600-h/1_251843660l.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/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S1xNftqmZ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/FyMtfdWMN6U/s320/1_251843660l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430300457931532098" 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/9199831013968308084-6655553904914105120?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/6655553904914105120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/01/okay-after-viewing-all-pictures-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/6655553904914105120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/6655553904914105120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/01/okay-after-viewing-all-pictures-in.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S1xFWonqhII/AAAAAAAAAHU/38YYZt_vBHM/s72-c/1_151474350l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-8016328596452852953</id><published>2010-01-23T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T23:37:19.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I hope he too has that feeling. Baby, where are you?&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this, i bet you don't know how i'm feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;So terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; so today, i paitao work. -.- which is sooo stupid of me.&lt;br /&gt;Because today family gathering at my grandparents place hor. I'll miss all the fun. I don't want like that, not fair.&lt;br /&gt;On usual days, it's better i spend my time working then staying home.&lt;br /&gt;By staying home, i'll get bored. When i get bored, i'd spend.&lt;br /&gt;When i spend, it's on stupid shit stuff. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;e.g : cd holder, watch, some jamu -.- etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; on my off day, i'd call Ivy, for TENNIS!! Atlast, i got a partner who's hobby's the same as me.&lt;br /&gt;Hands aching, got to goo ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-8016328596452852953?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8016328596452852953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-miss-boyfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/8016328596452852953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/8016328596452852953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-miss-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-8630459337127539948</id><published>2010-01-18T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T08:48:01.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME MANAGEMENT</title><content type='html'>So here i am. Been really really busy lately. I can't even remember the date and the days nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;It's really too hard for me to see things happening around, the surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i don't even realise my own friends, who is actually standing right next to me.&lt;br /&gt;All i know is sleep, work and sleep, work.&lt;br /&gt;Ya, boyfriend's right.&lt;br /&gt;"baby, you're weak in your time management. It's okay i just settle here and wait till you have your fucking time."&lt;br /&gt;I hate this. I hate this mo'fucking life. not to sound like those dumb people who want pity, no one is reading this. I mean, certain people. so its okay. i don't want pity. all i want is love. from one person a great big giant hug and his arms around me making everything okay. but thats obviously not possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everythings changing, or am i changing? It's up to the public to rank me up.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm happy to have a very very good life right now. My weight's increasing.&lt;br /&gt;My siblings too, i know how hard we suffered before i got in this.&lt;br /&gt;So i don't want it to happen to them again. I'm trying soo hard now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always say, don't laugh too much or you'll cry later.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? Have i ever mention that in my situation, i'll cry first and happy later.&lt;br /&gt;Like what happen recently. I cried, yes. And i cried very hard because i know i'll be happy later.&lt;br /&gt;Just like my late dad said.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Fuad Adam's nudging me. I've got to get back to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-8630459337127539948?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8630459337127539948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-here-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/8630459337127539948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/8630459337127539948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-here-i-am.html' title='TIME MANAGEMENT'/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-8849511811463329916</id><published>2010-01-07T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T12:37:27.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S0ZDnQFvtkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/OUXYZiPJmiI/s1600-h/P1136_25-12-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424097142827365954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S0ZDnQFvtkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/OUXYZiPJmiI/s320/P1136_25-12-09.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Matahati Jiwaku&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semuanya didepan matanya dia, makan tidur pun tak lena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seluas langkah di sebesar cubisan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Namun segi tiga bermuda, ku ganti sungai merah dengan darahku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rinduku meragutkan kehangatan cinta kita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha amacam? Baik pa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Happy 8th Monthsary baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;I can't believe we can make it this far when i know how stuck up bitch i was all this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time checked : its 4:34 AM and i'm waiting for boyfriend to reach home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                            FASTER LEH! how to sleep like this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-8849511811463329916?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8849511811463329916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/01/matahati-jiwaku-semuanya-didepan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/8849511811463329916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/8849511811463329916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/01/matahati-jiwaku-semuanya-didepan.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/S0ZDnQFvtkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/OUXYZiPJmiI/s72-c/P1136_25-12-09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-3363950090269211505</id><published>2009-12-19T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T12:46:23.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/Sy03WQeDLMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lWoDcYdTrKM/s1600-h/P1826_17-12-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417046782314228930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/Sy03WQeDLMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lWoDcYdTrKM/s320/P1826_17-12-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/Sy03WL5KoGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/g26ML_LR2oI/s1600-h/P1824%5B01%5D_17-12-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417046781085786210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/Sy03WL5KoGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/g26ML_LR2oI/s320/P1824%5B01%5D_17-12-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/Sy03Vs8cwNI/AAAAAAAAAG0/sa0nEArzeOQ/s1600-h/DSC02099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417046772778057938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/Sy03Vs8cwNI/AAAAAAAAAG0/sa0nEArzeOQ/s320/DSC02099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bestfriend, sister and me accompany mum to the subordinate court last Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;All of my off days has been spend to family.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes ade jugak uh ke gian-nan to go out to town, chill or whatever with friends.&lt;br /&gt;But just to be fair between me and boyfriend. OMG, i've been like talking about him all over my post.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like you know, too obsessed with him. Maybe he already got his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;2-medicine-balls done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? HAHA or maybe i just miss having him around me.&lt;br /&gt;The picture down there is my cousin. I've, or should i say both of us have been calling eachother for company. I mean, he knows how eagerly i was lately been thinking about boyf till i forgot my own &lt;strong&gt;birthday&lt;/strong&gt;, (!!) Like seriously. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21ST DECEMBER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; okay?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; sometimes he has been too busy working, till he forget to accompany me. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My curls have soften, people. &amp;amp; my sister's hers really getting wild. Its nice.&lt;br /&gt;Mine was too, before. SAD. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What elseeeee, oh ya i should head down to bed now actually as i'm working at 1030hours tomorrow. Oh alarm, he's my only hope now. Mum'shaving headache now and she's already fast asleep with my sister and lil brother.&lt;br /&gt;Whereas, bestf and my other brother is out there, having fun with my friends and i can't. Ya, i'm avoiding them. For my personal reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-3363950090269211505?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/3363950090269211505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-bestfriend-sister-and-me-accompany.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/3363950090269211505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/3363950090269211505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-bestfriend-sister-and-me-accompany.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/Sy03WQeDLMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lWoDcYdTrKM/s72-c/P1826_17-12-09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-8538224849540726269</id><published>2009-12-19T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T06:11:22.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SyzdD5nlF0I/AAAAAAAAAGs/Qi14Nz6L-PQ/s1600-h/webcam+picture+745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SyzdD5nlF0I/AAAAAAAAAGs/Qi14Nz6L-PQ/s320/webcam+picture+745.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416947510896039746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend my time cleaning my house today :/&lt;br /&gt;See the necklace up there? It's from bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;We got the same! HAH jealous?&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend will be home soon! This Wednesdayyyyy after dinner. YIEEHAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RING RING RING ..&lt;br /&gt;"hello?"&lt;br /&gt;"TAK SABAR LAGI PA GIRL!!"&lt;br /&gt;*looks at handphone* "YOUUUUUU!!! HAHAHAHAHA"&lt;br /&gt;"tau bile i balik tak?"&lt;br /&gt;"TAU TAU TAU! On 23rd, Wednesday at 4"&lt;br /&gt;"da tukar, after dinner"&lt;br /&gt;"OKAY!"&lt;br /&gt;"kay bye, muah. *smash phone*"&lt;br /&gt;CIBAI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay got to go! Meeting my mum at woodlands, with my siblings and bestfriend. (our new maid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time checked : 2210hours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-8538224849540726269?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8538224849540726269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-spend-my-time-cleaning-my-house-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/8538224849540726269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/8538224849540726269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-spend-my-time-cleaning-my-house-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SyzdD5nlF0I/AAAAAAAAAGs/Qi14Nz6L-PQ/s72-c/webcam+picture+745.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-5398599211033393144</id><published>2009-12-13T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T10:25:03.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SyUwUwjpdtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dbRU6Hc7-uU/s1600-h/webcam3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414787260172826322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SyUwUwjpdtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dbRU6Hc7-uU/s320/webcam3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SyUwUph0z-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/fFZ_9Po_bJU/s1600-h/webcam4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414787258286133218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SyUwUph0z-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/fFZ_9Po_bJU/s320/webcam4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SyUwULDtLkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/I3cL3piaxbY/s1600-h/webcam+4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414787250106740290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SyUwULDtLkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/I3cL3piaxbY/s320/webcam+4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you get when two bestfriends plus two bestfriends chat when boredom arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA Kay till here, my sweethearts are all herreee. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-5398599211033393144?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/5398599211033393144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-what-you-get-when-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/5398599211033393144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/5398599211033393144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-what-you-get-when-two.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SyUwUwjpdtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dbRU6Hc7-uU/s72-c/webcam3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-1220101029074325995</id><published>2009-12-13T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T04:59:12.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>36 hours with bestfriend was fun! :]&lt;br /&gt;Even i and boyfriend has never been like this, i mean we would quarrel and not talking to eachother.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my first day at work. God gracious i'm so nervous.&lt;br /&gt;I spend my Saturday and Sunday at home with family and bestfriend just hanging around and laugh our ass out over such lil thing. &lt;br /&gt;I miss boyfriend hell lot. Can? I know, it's just 3 days -.-&lt;br /&gt;I'm used to having him all around the corner of my house.&lt;br /&gt;When he's out serving NS i feel so ARRRGGHH!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i think i'm done.&amp; again, my tummy now is like grrgrrgrr.&lt;br /&gt;BYE FOLKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-1220101029074325995?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/1220101029074325995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/12/36-hours-with-bestfriend-was-fun-even-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/1220101029074325995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/1220101029074325995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/12/36-hours-with-bestfriend-was-fun-even-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-8233717275311767657</id><published>2009-12-12T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T03:15:00.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SyNzuc1avyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ShrccBrGpwA/s1600-h/webcam+picture+314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SyNzuc1avyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ShrccBrGpwA/s320/webcam+picture+314.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414298418880888610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with my beautiful ladies last Friday nighttt .. &lt;br /&gt;Fuuh, lepas kan gian dok pegi town da ber-decades gitu da lama tak jejak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and, bestf and i got back late last night. Instead of going home straight, we both went to my cousin's place and lepak. Last minute Astro called for meet up and we went to his friend's chalet. I got Absolut for the night and spill over mt pants. At 6AM he send me home, mata dua dua da steam. Alhamdulillah we're okay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And meet Iffah back at cousin's place, i was at the right time. My friends, cousins and Iffah just finish having their breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;Now, it's 5:58PM and Iffah, my sister and i just wake up. Anak dara ape ni?! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;The picture taken below is at 8:30AM. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SyN4diabbTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Im3UTtJEFrA/s1600-h/webcam+picture+443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SyN4diabbTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Im3UTtJEFrA/s320/webcam+picture+443.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414303625878662450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SyN4dSaBbVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/F6Zc1KeSzsU/s1600-h/webcam+picture+688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SyN4dSaBbVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/F6Zc1KeSzsU/s320/webcam+picture+688.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414303621581991250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SyN4dK5GP8I/AAAAAAAAAF8/cfCnkWnKiMA/s1600-h/webcam+picture+673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SyN4dK5GP8I/AAAAAAAAAF8/cfCnkWnKiMA/s320/webcam+picture+673.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414303619564847042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm so hungry, tunggu iffah beli makan.&lt;br /&gt;Agak nye die tolong makcik tu masak skali gitu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-8233717275311767657?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8233717275311767657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/12/went-out-with-my-beautiful-ladies-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/8233717275311767657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/8233717275311767657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/12/went-out-with-my-beautiful-ladies-last.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SyNzuc1avyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ShrccBrGpwA/s72-c/webcam+picture+314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-4088267454502069324</id><published>2009-11-24T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:09:14.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored?</title><content type='html'>Today i'll just post pictures, randomly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SwzJE3Ky07I/AAAAAAAAAFk/CD72koeQsAI/s1600/LOL.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SwzJE3Ky07I/AAAAAAAAAFk/CD72koeQsAI/s320/LOL.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407918337931006898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAME POSITION !! haha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SwzJEoTLUiI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jpjT_DDFCNM/s1600/DSC01855.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/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SwzJEoTLUiI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jpjT_DDFCNM/s320/DSC01855.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407918333939634722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steady uh EP, tonggek! cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SwzJENBH5DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Hr4K5Tm57Jw/s1600/DSC01568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SwzJENBH5DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Hr4K5Tm57Jw/s320/DSC01568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407918326616155186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend repairing the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SwzJD0E39rI/AAAAAAAAAFM/H1ZayKInxZE/s1600/DSC01884.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/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SwzJD0E39rI/AAAAAAAAAFM/H1ZayKInxZE/s320/DSC01884.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407918319921002162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SwzJDQL8aKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sBxknJcjkv4/s1600/DSC01856.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/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SwzJDQL8aKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sBxknJcjkv4/s320/DSC01856.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407918310286977186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister first time play pool dok. Bayek uh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SwzD1DmskCI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QY3kAprg5uw/s1600/DSC01869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SwzD1DmskCI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QY3kAprg5uw/s400/DSC01869.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407912568833216546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins with my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SwzD0rXz6WI/AAAAAAAAAE0/WWiOzsKSBmI/s1600/DSC01912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SwzD0rXz6WI/AAAAAAAAAE0/WWiOzsKSBmI/s400/DSC01912.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407912562328332642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, Ira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SwzD0TZHKZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/AqGn2Wcx6oU/s1600/DSC01830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SwzD0TZHKZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/AqGn2Wcx6oU/s400/DSC01830.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407912555891337618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys karaoke-ing. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SwzDz_kURkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ED_WL6TyOG4/s1600/DSC01576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SwzDz_kURkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ED_WL6TyOG4/s400/DSC01576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407912550569625154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and boyfriend? xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SwzDzWZWyiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/681NOQAE1Eg/s1600/DSC01827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SwzDzWZWyiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/681NOQAE1Eg/s400/DSC01827.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407912539517798946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If korang watch diari penerbit, about the Ah Long shit, ah ni die. Fain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-4088267454502069324?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/4088267454502069324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/11/bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/4088267454502069324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/4088267454502069324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/11/bored.html' title='Bored?'/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SwzJE3Ky07I/AAAAAAAAAFk/CD72koeQsAI/s72-c/LOL.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-6942718128006988454</id><published>2009-11-23T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:58.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IT'S DEAD, mo'fucker. Satisfied? Say yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;19thNovember - Nasri's Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;20thNovember - Shafiq's Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;21stNovember - Mum's Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, should i say belated? To my love ones.&lt;br /&gt;May god bless you people and bring happiness long lasting.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 24November.&lt;br /&gt;His name's Ather. No one knows nothing except for my bestest friend ever.&lt;br /&gt;He owns two medicine balls. ( his friends told me ) i don't know what the hell that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 21stNovember.&lt;br /&gt;I slept at bestfriend's place after watching midnight movie with her.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; till now, i can't do my stuff properly. I've been thinking who's that guy under the straw hat.&lt;br /&gt;He's so adorable makes me wanna learn more about him.&lt;br /&gt;Oh dude, what am i thinking?! God damn it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm smiling, smiling and smiling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming 28thNovember;&lt;br /&gt;A really good, handsome and adorable kid invited me to his birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;I would want to stand out in the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Just so you wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're reading this. Yes you. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here, blog soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-6942718128006988454?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/6942718128006988454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-dead-mofucker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/6942718128006988454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/6942718128006988454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-dead-mofucker.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-5261425349026301817</id><published>2009-11-10T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:51:28.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/Svpe5YTz0YI/AAAAAAAAAEU/N8mDdnHrG88/s1600-h/DSC01634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/Svpe5YTz0YI/AAAAAAAAAEU/N8mDdnHrG88/s400/DSC01634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402735042855424386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the craving of missing someone has been sort.&lt;br /&gt;How i wish that someone is still with me today, tomorrow and the day after.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have the chance but you misused it. &amp;amp; now you just see it flew right infront of your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;You would just feel like everything would go back to start, where you and that someone is very happy.&lt;br /&gt;How i wish all this things will never happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;God, just show me guidance. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-5261425349026301817?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/5261425349026301817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/11/yesterday-craving-of-missing-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/5261425349026301817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/5261425349026301817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/11/yesterday-craving-of-missing-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/Svpe5YTz0YI/AAAAAAAAAEU/N8mDdnHrG88/s72-c/DSC01634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-5906429312748366343</id><published>2009-11-03T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:55:58.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SvEiCK02O5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/6S2G3Wq6kj4/s1600-h/13622019_slideshow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400134848855030674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SvEiCK02O5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/6S2G3Wq6kj4/s400/13622019_slideshow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cute one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 1/2 weeks? Around there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last weekend was a really exhausting one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday, Saturday &amp;amp; Sunday was spent with cousins &amp;amp; boyf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not much i can blog right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Schooooool is boring for me, now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to work. &lt;strong&gt;NEED&lt;/strong&gt;. Excuse me, &lt;strong&gt;NEED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides, boyf's going NS on 11 Dec.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He got 1 month plus to spend, support &amp;amp; accompany me at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So ya, till here. Update soon babies ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-5906429312748366343?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/5906429312748366343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/11/cute-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/5906429312748366343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/5906429312748366343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/11/cute-one.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SvEiCK02O5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/6S2G3Wq6kj4/s72-c/13622019_slideshow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-7069633217829095161</id><published>2009-10-27T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:40:07.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Syukur Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;God has given me a generation.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward.&lt;br /&gt;Please give me strength.&lt;br /&gt;I never had the intention to hurt anyone's feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Especially Ummi, the one who trusts me alot and Grandma who supports me throughout since i was a small baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not asking for money, sympathy or anything.&lt;br /&gt;Just an update for you folks to know how i'm so ridiculously happy throughout my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;See you soon, XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-7069633217829095161?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/7069633217829095161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/10/syukur-alhamdulillah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/7069633217829095161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/7069633217829095161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/10/syukur-alhamdulillah.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-1729760719474417656</id><published>2009-09-23T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T03:58:37.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/Srn_Mnna-XI/AAAAAAAAAEE/WbpP1-cDJqE/s1600-h/DSC01540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/Srn_Mnna-XI/AAAAAAAAAEE/WbpP1-cDJqE/s400/DSC01540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384615421755980146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/Srn5MvfJrcI/AAAAAAAAADs/-kDKTCszHSg/s1600-h/DSC01546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/Srn5MvfJrcI/AAAAAAAAADs/-kDKTCszHSg/s400/DSC01546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384608826799009218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/Srn5MOfQrTI/AAAAAAAAADk/0shscbk4-H4/s1600-h/DSC01547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/Srn5MOfQrTI/AAAAAAAAADk/0shscbk4-H4/s400/DSC01547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384608817941097778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/Srn5LmK-_7I/AAAAAAAAADc/qT_vphfppoI/s1600-h/DSC01555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/Srn5LmK-_7I/AAAAAAAAADc/qT_vphfppoI/s400/DSC01555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384608807118634930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Maaf Zahir dan Batin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I thank god for showing me the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm blisfully attached to my family, and a boy-friend that has been staying with me in our home sweet home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-1729760719474417656?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/1729760719474417656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/09/selamat-hari-raya-maaf-zahir-dan-batin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/1729760719474417656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/1729760719474417656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/09/selamat-hari-raya-maaf-zahir-dan-batin.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/Srn_Mnna-XI/AAAAAAAAAEE/WbpP1-cDJqE/s72-c/DSC01540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-4428779936731257939</id><published>2009-09-16T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T08:59:00.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SrEGXV7TFlI/AAAAAAAAADU/pDb9i7i5d5k/s1600-h/picasion.com_d1b840a3aa8c9b7f3a2eb25a1f067b3d.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382090027777070674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SrEGXV7TFlI/AAAAAAAAADU/pDb9i7i5d5k/s400/picasion.com_d1b840a3aa8c9b7f3a2eb25a1f067b3d.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here i am, it's been a long time i last blogged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently i'm on my bed, while Iffah's lying right next to me trying to get to sleep but she just couldn't meeting her Mister later. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; sister with her boyfriend is still searching for a nice dress to wear tomorrow to Geylang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now lately, i spend most of my time at home cleaning the house. Maklumlaahh, da nak raya kannn. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In feww days time, neighbours will just lodge a complain about us. Us 5 siblings (including my dearest bestf, Iffah) and mum's godson's (including my ex-boyf) has been staying over my place for almost a week? And been making so much noise here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MMmmmm, i don't have any idea what to blog alrready, otak blank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my dearest mum has taught me a very good goody lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If you love someone, you have to let him go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If he returns, then he's yours. (sounds familiar anw)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and if he doesn't, means you deserve more better. A stage above."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Ummi, I miss you dearly, Ayah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr A is really making me sick. Thanks for yesterday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was so nice being in your arms. I don't know how long i last feel this way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time checked: It's 12:02AM. &amp; 22+ days of loving. Alhamdulillah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-4428779936731257939?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/4428779936731257939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-here-i-am-its-been-long-time-i-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/4428779936731257939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/4428779936731257939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-here-i-am-its-been-long-time-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SrEGXV7TFlI/AAAAAAAAADU/pDb9i7i5d5k/s72-c/picasion.com_d1b840a3aa8c9b7f3a2eb25a1f067b3d.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-1037477119050240900</id><published>2009-09-07T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:19:02.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 8th September today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh well, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy 18th Birthday to&lt;/span&gt; the dearest ex-boyfriend. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rizal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;I feel good after all the F things that we've gone through, we're still in good terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm in school now. Andrew had left earlier. So i'm taking the train home, alone. :(&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning i wake, Mr A has given me a wide smile.&lt;br /&gt;He also made me laugh in the train, just reading his texts, alone! I don't mind luh actually.&lt;br /&gt;But sekali-sekala okay uh. This one from Khatib to Somerset you know.&lt;br /&gt;I text Iffah, expecting her to call me atleast accompany me.&lt;br /&gt;But i think she's still asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Or she will just simply tell herself, "alaa, dorang memang uh. malas nak layan."&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to my place today, right after school. I miss Home. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Mr A is greatly missed by ME.&lt;br /&gt;" B'fly! xoxoxoxxxxxxx! Melekat please, melekat! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time checked: it's 2:06 PM&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it's been 12 days. Stop it sia Mr A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss you dad, i know you're beside me now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;R.I.P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp; love forever.&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/9199831013968308084-1037477119050240900?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/1037477119050240900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-8th-september-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/1037477119050240900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/1037477119050240900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-8th-september-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-4379724148228177495</id><published>2009-09-06T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T07:00:34.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAMILY = first priority.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SqOTTj1MBXI/AAAAAAAAADM/g_65pU4AiL0/s1600-h/DSC01515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SqOTTj1MBXI/AAAAAAAAADM/g_65pU4AiL0/s320/DSC01515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378304344255628658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, i'm back on track. Yes, feeling sooo goooood.&lt;br /&gt;My weekends was spent to family. I can still get tired each time i wake up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I didn't get the chance to have fun last Saturday night. Ummi had forced me to tag along with her to Geylang to get stuff for Rayaaaaaa! I get my house next week and i'll get preety much busy painting my house, cleaning the stores, wardrobe, bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Shafiq cannot run away. I'll come banging your house door down but this time i'll bring along my ladle(sendok) in case mummy Warisah would chase me with a broomstick. Again. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to meet Aaron under my blk. As usual he was lateeeeee. For 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;"Asal lambat?! Nie mesti berak lagi uh tu."&lt;br /&gt;"aah how yknow? Sanggup kan kau tunggu aku? Sayang kau."&lt;br /&gt;"Da agak, nasib aku puasa kalau tak dengan bag ni aku campak kat muke kau."&lt;br /&gt;"Tapi kan, this time taik i cute cute je. Tak mcm biasa."&lt;br /&gt;*knocks his head, pass the shoe bag and walk away controlling my laughter. HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handphone has been really silent, from morning.&lt;br /&gt;Mr A was busy, i think that he couldn't wished me a happy good morning like he usually did.&lt;br /&gt;"XOXOXOXOXXXXXXXXXXXX! Melekat tak?"&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i've got to go. Five more minutes to breaking fast and my sister is still sleeping. My brother's still walking around this room with his transformer boxers and mum is in the toilet, smoking. Haiiyyaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYYYEEEEE. SELAMAT BERPUASA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-4379724148228177495?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/4379724148228177495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/09/family-first-priority.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/4379724148228177495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/4379724148228177495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/09/family-first-priority.html' title='FAMILY = first priority.'/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SqOTTj1MBXI/AAAAAAAAADM/g_65pU4AiL0/s72-c/DSC01515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-8530655186857481060</id><published>2009-08-28T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:43:15.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UUMMMMIIII !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SpjKss0-cVI/AAAAAAAAADE/HK4n-wCTRP4/s1600-h/DSC000431.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/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SpjKss0-cVI/AAAAAAAAADE/HK4n-wCTRP4/s320/DSC000431.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375269024563097938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SpjKsDxWnnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/HuAw5kDIhu4/s1600-h/DSC00338.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/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SpjKsDxWnnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/HuAw5kDIhu4/s320/DSC00338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375269013542051442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How us four siblings are so attached now.&lt;br /&gt; Front, brother. Top left, brother. Bottom right, sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"where are you? come hereeeeee."&lt;br /&gt;"i'm behind you, you come here."&lt;br /&gt;"is that you, wearing long sleeve and jeans?"&lt;br /&gt;"yeahh. Come, faster."&lt;br /&gt;"Why wear that? Alamaakkk."&lt;br /&gt;.... Then? You expect me wear short dresses, tubes or sleeveless uh? F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few hours before that, my sister and i were under the void deck with our friends when Pak Misai came. Askandar walked quickly towards the Community Club while his brother Helmi was in the house, Mummy called him and he was about to leave the house when he think twice. He stayed there and squot, and stand up again. So he give in.&lt;br /&gt;He just stand outside his place waiting for Pak Misai and the other clan of CD's to come and pick him up.&lt;br /&gt;So last Thursday night was the very last last night we sang together with my mums and aunties. Mum shed tears last night like suddenly because we won't meet him for raya this year and sister too, keep playing the guitar and sing alone the song they use to sing together.&lt;br /&gt;Lol? Mesti luhh pedih pedih. Boyfriend baru da pergi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i got preety much attention oh how i feel touched.&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you make things easier for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-8530655186857481060?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8530655186857481060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/08/uummmmiiii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/8530655186857481060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/8530655186857481060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/08/uummmmiiii.html' title='UUMMMMIIII !!'/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SpjKss0-cVI/AAAAAAAAADE/HK4n-wCTRP4/s72-c/DSC000431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-740534494767794373</id><published>2009-08-24T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T06:39:36.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SpKQUrmAf1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/q5Y4-1Y_dKY/s1600-h/DSC01511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SpKQUrmAf1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/q5Y4-1Y_dKY/s320/DSC01511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373515990380347218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;DRESSES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;CARS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;PERFUMES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;JEWELS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;MAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;MONEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;POWER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALCOHOL&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-740534494767794373?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/740534494767794373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-dresses-i-love-cars-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/740534494767794373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/740534494767794373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-dresses-i-love-cars-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SpKQUrmAf1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/q5Y4-1Y_dKY/s72-c/DSC01511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-5769584005989752140</id><published>2009-08-18T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T08:55:20.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;to hospital and visit Grandmother&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cancel a movie date with Iffah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;go hospital in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;amp; kenduri under the void deck at night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/Sop4KRuBG7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/M6RxehXioMM/s1600-h/DSC00417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/Sop4KRuBG7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/M6RxehXioMM/s320/DSC00417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371237623543176114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FAMILYYYYYY DAYYY!! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/So1u4xew8zI/AAAAAAAAACs/7rdQGU6eEuM/s1600-h/PIC-1559.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/_nRztKmr8Y-k/So1u4xew8zI/AAAAAAAAACs/7rdQGU6eEuM/s320/PIC-1559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372071852156973874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;33&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/So1u4leTebI/AAAAAAAAACk/AHCeLETs35A/s1600-h/PIC-1578.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/_nRztKmr8Y-k/So1u4leTebI/AAAAAAAAACk/AHCeLETs35A/s320/PIC-1578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372071848933816754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Father&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/So1u4JjIiSI/AAAAAAAAACc/ZrOjW9j9Ebg/s1600-h/PIC-1554.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/_nRztKmr8Y-k/So1u4JjIiSI/AAAAAAAAACc/ZrOjW9j9Ebg/s320/PIC-1554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372071841437878562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/So1u3zTVSaI/AAAAAAAAACU/86dQBJJEl3Y/s1600-h/PIC-1464.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/_nRztKmr8Y-k/So1u3zTVSaI/AAAAAAAAACU/86dQBJJEl3Y/s320/PIC-1464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372071835466025378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not forgetting, Haiqal &lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-5769584005989752140?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/5769584005989752140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday-to-hospital-and-visit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/5769584005989752140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/5769584005989752140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday-to-hospital-and-visit.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/Sop4KRuBG7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/M6RxehXioMM/s72-c/DSC00417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-3800693207184439099</id><published>2009-08-14T20:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:04:30.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've reach the stage in handling an elderly. Have youu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's in hospital now. She's as helpless as a baby. This is the time for me to look after her.&lt;br /&gt;All the deeds and times she've been handling me from a small baby, to big size like this.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i've been exercising this week! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Now, QUIT SMOKING! Who's with me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(as if)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-3800693207184439099?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/3800693207184439099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-reach-stage-in-handling-elderly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/3800693207184439099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/3800693207184439099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-reach-stage-in-handling-elderly.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-7934712212880233889</id><published>2009-08-11T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T23:47:00.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone reminds me of ex-boyf.&lt;br /&gt;No, not him. But the sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bluurrghh! Anyway i got addicted to this WWE game in PSP. Brother just install the game. I reach home yesterday and had my prayer and played the game. It suddenly disturbed me, that my aunt could not watch the Anugerah so the ticket is being pushed to me.&lt;br /&gt;So yea, i got a seat in a crowd that supports Sarah. So alhamdulillah, praise to god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday;&lt;br /&gt;" I LOVE YOU, OPHELIA "&lt;br /&gt;" I LOVE YOU TOO "&lt;br /&gt;" I LOVE YOU NOT, OPHELIA "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about last week National's day, i went out with Nas, Al and Acit. They actually owe me something. Because they're late. LOL Cthall was so packed. I hate crowd. I hate that amount of human beings. &amp;amp; the smoke all around. &amp;amp; shit, can?&lt;br /&gt;Mum had asked me to join them, (she and the clan), but i just couldn't make it as i've planned already last night. I was totally exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; ex-boyf was trying to make me very jealous that night.  __&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my assignments to do now, i'll be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; some revisions on my Graphics. Phase test is tomorrow, 2PM sharp.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHH :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-7934712212880233889?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/7934712212880233889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/08/someone-reminds-me-of-ex-boyf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/7934712212880233889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/7934712212880233889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/08/someone-reminds-me-of-ex-boyf.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-5793705634230208095</id><published>2009-08-10T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:45:22.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got all shagged from yesterday' family day.&lt;br /&gt;I was late again for Graphics class. Now, i'm having Video Production.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the teacher in my Graphics class was so demanding. Yea, she's nice actually. Perhaps i say.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt ex-boyfriend a few nights back. He's been haunting me in my sleep lately. When i wake up, i realise it was just a wild dream. I thought its real. :( It was prreeetyy sad actually.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, as i'm blogging in class, Andrew and Taqim's busy shooting a video clip at the back. They're so funny. Being so spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Git to go, i'll continue later?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-5793705634230208095?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/5793705634230208095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-got-all-shagged-from-yesterday-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/5793705634230208095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/5793705634230208095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-got-all-shagged-from-yesterday-family.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-1385422666250055021</id><published>2009-08-08T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:37:18.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yknow how i was all incapable of crying two nights ago? Yeah so apparently that was due to my ingenius DNE plan because once we talked and i realized he still existed. &amp;amp; it made me shake. and then that night, i lay in bed and stared at the ceiling and was very sad and i almost receeded back to those its a dream i thoughts. Then i realized my face was wet. and my eyes. and i was sad. that i could still cry. and i decided. that DNE is the only way to really go. because obviously, talking is not an option. It feels so impersonal like we are denying that we were ever best friends. and that we ever cared. and that we would have done anything for the other. Atleast i would've.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE is the only thing that makes you aware for the first time that you are not the only living being or something like that. i forget what its from. but i randomly thought of it. it is pretty tangential. i think my sister is burning down the house. I smell smokey candle smell.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i really need to do Graphics. I have so little motivation.&lt;br /&gt;So impossible to move on and like loverboy.&lt;br /&gt;Like at school its all good i can distract myself with it and laugh at gloves falling in toilets. but not now when im procrastinating. because i do miss you.  &amp;amp; i always think of things to say to you to make you laugh and then realize that i can't say them and make you laugh. Nobody else understands things so well. They wouldn't get it. they wouldn't laugh.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i realized who that kid was fromArchitecture. last night. it was weird. it popped into my head and made me sad. and also laugh. but i hate how everything that was funny and a joke and laughter, which was like our entire relationship practically...i hate how now it makes me sad. and i can still laugh at it but there is no one to share it with. except i get to write random quotes on people's binders that they don't understand. and stupid filkins. i like that song. you are dumb. okay&lt;br /&gt;Graphics!&lt;br /&gt;yuck.&lt;br /&gt;bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-1385422666250055021?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/1385422666250055021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-yknow-how-i-was-all-incapable-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/1385422666250055021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/1385422666250055021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-yknow-how-i-was-all-incapable-of.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-3339812249748948670</id><published>2009-08-07T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T09:55:25.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;I thank god for whatever happen. :) I even thank Allah for atleast give me a complete face with a complete life.&lt;br /&gt;Life has to go on, it takes time but alhamdulillah. I spend my Thursday night with Shafiq, Mamat and Syed. They were so ridiculous that my own mum couldn't recognised them. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired right now, i met Iffah right after her work at Cthall and  had my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday's National day and i have not plan what i'm going to do on that dayy.&lt;br /&gt;Someone oh someone, please book me and ask me outt!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway mum was suprised that i studied just now, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I got my nail job done tomorrow morning! wooo~&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i can't wait for my allowance.&lt;br /&gt;I miss that Radit boy, the bestfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-3339812249748948670?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/3339812249748948670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/08/enough-is-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/3339812249748948670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/3339812249748948670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/08/enough-is-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-6588620988950115184</id><published>2009-08-03T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T06:16:02.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CANNOT LET GO!</title><content type='html'>My life's in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;If only actually boyf would be here and listen what i've to say. "I love you, I'm sorry"&lt;br /&gt;Wish you're here. I need youuu :(&lt;br /&gt;Like love like this, like love actually.&lt;br /&gt;This is the most outrageous thing i have to face for.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;hurtful, ugliest and disgusting&lt;/span&gt; thing i'm facing.&lt;br /&gt;I just cannot let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i hate begging. I feel like i'm begging now.&lt;br /&gt;AHH! shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing more i need in this red hot passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I love you boyfriend &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;      ;'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-6588620988950115184?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/6588620988950115184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-lifes-in-mess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/6588620988950115184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/6588620988950115184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-lifes-in-mess.html' title='CANNOT LET GO!'/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-2204189329942337319</id><published>2009-08-02T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T11:23:15.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SnXV4KjysOI/AAAAAAAAABk/ewfZ3h_Sv3M/s1600-h/rtfgv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SnXV4KjysOI/AAAAAAAAABk/ewfZ3h_Sv3M/s320/rtfgv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365429691965681890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Alhamdulillah, the kenduri was a success. I like this, where cousins and me get to see eachother for such a long time. Like, Haiqal/Semut. His hair is getting longer. I hate that that man. He's changing his hairstyle since Iffah tegur him already just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This would be an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emotional&lt;/span&gt; post, i'm sorry. Just exit. I don't need comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i tried making long distance relationship works. I know i did my very best. Yes, i understand, in my situation, Work pressure, family commitment, or studies are common reasons to separate us, an item. I mean yes, this are guys. Everything was okay, was so sweet and so understandable. But i can sure you that's not a hundred and one percent sure. That is just a beginning. Da lama, lain cerita. It's 2AM and i can't sleep instead i just feel like i need to blog. I hardly get rest now, i tend to bring all my problems to sleep. Sometimes i think twice if i would want to blog about my relationship life. I mean when something not good happen. Why? Because at the certain point of time i would feel a lil bit shitty and i know some people will not want to know as they experience worst then me. I know.&lt;br /&gt;I would have give up earlier on him for that very first time you smack and fight in public. I don't know how i could stand this shit out of me. Suke kan kau buat aku bengang. I don't really post this post but i don't know why i must tonight. Ahh! Don't deny boyf that you actually missed me, i know you are. Take back your words that you just told me just now. What? That you had actually found other girls? That's impossible. Aku nak tgk perempuan tu boleh tahan tak dengan prangai kau tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you, yes i'm saying this boy here, has made me scared to fall in love again.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i shouldn't have blamed Zul, besides i should thank him that atleast i got the chance to experience this. So i'll be extra careful.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i would gladly say that it's not my fault that your friends have been treating you this way. They got eyes to see and feelings on how it felt to have girlfriend that sacrifices alot unlike you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it's clearly stated that you don't act like your age, instead you act like your shoe size. [a wise friend taught me]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously boyf, if i would have ask you what's the nicest things that i had done to you, you can answer a million even it's a small and cute lil thing. If it's your turn to ask me, i would try my best to refresh and reflect what the nicest thing you had done to me that i will not forget. :?&lt;br /&gt;If it also makes you feel good humiliating me infront of your friends, then it's okay to me. Let your friends know how cruel you are, to a very nice lady like me. Just so you  readers would want to know, we would always quarrel each time we met. But we end up nice at the very end of the day and end up making outs. I love that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the four things that separated us today;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Emailing and texting rather than calling&lt;br /&gt;He takes more than two days to return your phone calls&lt;br /&gt;He never asks you out during the weekends&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea about his life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imissyousayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm in a depressed state right now. I will promise you that i won't be active much here and outside. I need Shafiq, he's so going to accompany me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-2204189329942337319?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/2204189329942337319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/08/alhamdulillah-kenduri-was-success.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/2204189329942337319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/2204189329942337319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/08/alhamdulillah-kenduri-was-success.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SnXV4KjysOI/AAAAAAAAABk/ewfZ3h_Sv3M/s72-c/rtfgv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-330473962394462242</id><published>2009-08-01T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T23:01:54.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went out with Iffah last Friday, and was supposed to meet Nisa and Hamdan. But they were too late so i've ignored them and continue my date with Iffah. Like what we usually do, just sat around town and catch up with our time. It's been a long time since we last went out together.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; at around 10.30PM i made my way to Paragon and meet Junn :) When i've met her Iffah make her way to meet her date.&lt;br /&gt;I've talk things with Junn, trying to control the tears that's rolling down my cheek. I can't accept what actually boyf did to me. I'm so depressed, tertekan sangat! Arrrggh! I'm so hurt of what boyf did to me. I need someone to put some sense into that boy please?  I've upset Junn by drinking. I shouldn't have but i don't know what makes me do that. Anyway, i thought Fahreen's picking her up or something that night, so i thought they could arrange my meetig with boyf. You won't know how much i've missed him. So bad, i just couldn't explain how much. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, skip that topic i sounded so pedih pedih. lol?&lt;br /&gt;So currently now i've finished helping my mum with the cooking and stuff. I'm waiting for Iffah.&lt;br /&gt;She was so late, so i passed my phone to mum and she nags at her. hahaha padan muke.&lt;br /&gt;Ni org dah habis masak baru nak datang? Nanti malam confirm kene cuci pinggan mangkok.&lt;br /&gt;Takde banyak spelling lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had a good rest from Thursday. I got Shafiq to teman me the whole day till today.&lt;br /&gt;Awww, he's so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Kalau kau mataer aku kan bagus tak aku pecah kepala jaga kau. Nasib kau anak kesayangan mak aku.&lt;br /&gt;Okay i've got to call bestfriend now, she's sucha slowwwww pork! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;I MISS BOYFRIEND! B, i sayang youu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-330473962394462242?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/330473962394462242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-went-out-with-iffah-last-friday-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/330473962394462242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/330473962394462242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-went-out-with-iffah-last-friday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-1798550004512663340</id><published>2009-07-29T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T05:42:43.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SnBCx5e2Q_I/AAAAAAAAABU/ghb1vU8dGlQ/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SnBCx5e2Q_I/AAAAAAAAABU/ghb1vU8dGlQ/s320/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363860581209490418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SnBCanv3HCI/AAAAAAAAABM/M8rzTjNKA7s/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SnBCanv3HCI/AAAAAAAAABM/M8rzTjNKA7s/s320/Image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363860181312019490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SnBCaRjLVaI/AAAAAAAAABE/Wl-s_FciZ-w/s1600-h/Image003+%281%29.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/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SnBCaRjLVaI/AAAAAAAAABE/Wl-s_FciZ-w/s320/Image003+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363860175353238946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mummy loves youuuuu :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in relationship i guess it's not my type. Even if i have one, i wouldn't tell anyone. Except fer those who read my post.&lt;br /&gt;Sri Nabihah will update her blog twicw or even once a week. Now in school, we're doing more on Video Production. And most of my graphics have not complete yet. Yes, most. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate school, i love toothpaste.&lt;br /&gt;So long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-1798550004512663340?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/1798550004512663340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/07/mummy-loves-youuuuu-being-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/1798550004512663340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/1798550004512663340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/07/mummy-loves-youuuuu-being-in.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SnBCx5e2Q_I/AAAAAAAAABU/ghb1vU8dGlQ/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-4299026353216954249</id><published>2009-07-23T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T07:02:48.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SmhqQkHz9OI/AAAAAAAAAA0/88GG-kUbQqE/s1600-h/1_722998067l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SmhqQkHz9OI/AAAAAAAAAA0/88GG-kUbQqE/s320/1_722998067l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361652189191468258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss the fun we had before i had a boyf.&lt;br /&gt;Klaka kan kau nak step mrajok, cute uh tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again, i'm going out with Adi and Wan again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Tak jelak jelak, like sumpah.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to typeeee..&lt;br /&gt;I miss boyf. I miss going to Changi to watch all the bapoks together.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be super busy this weekend, with family, family and family.&lt;br /&gt;Fer yesterday, its the second time i watch Radit and Jani (ok, ni info tak perlu) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard about this nenek tua shit thing?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't want to believe that, why? I don't know baby.&lt;br /&gt;This crap makes my grandma scared being alone at home.&lt;br /&gt;Kurang ajar kan? I mean the "nenek" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arggghh! Stress, where is the love mayyyn?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-4299026353216954249?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/4299026353216954249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-miss-fun-we-had-before-i-had-boyf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/4299026353216954249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/4299026353216954249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-miss-fun-we-had-before-i-had-boyf.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SmhqQkHz9OI/AAAAAAAAAA0/88GG-kUbQqE/s72-c/1_722998067l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-3388445645572831011</id><published>2009-07-12T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T06:33:08.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday was fun-filled. I got a last minute call from baby and meet him at Tampines 1 to watch movie. Then we met Fareen and Jun there too. Together we made to Geylang, t was quite funny actually. Not only us, most of them in the train too wore black. Never plan eh.&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to meet Fifi and Iffah at cityhall for fireworks thang, but i was stuck at Geylang. It rained heavily.&lt;br /&gt;Met the rest there playing pool and we went to karaoke. Fun-filled, my voice is actually okay. Getting better. HAHAHA cb. The train towards JooKoon left me so i had no choice to drop to Pasir Ris, with all of them. I cancelled my outing with my mum to dad's grave. Because i know i couldn't make it at 6. That night i was so paranoid that i couldn't get myself home. You can ask Iffah how irritating i am. At last, baby brought me to Zul's place, who's my schoolmate, to meet everyone and had a sleepover there.&lt;br /&gt;Oh anywayyy, i've been listening to this song. Sounds nice to me, Dan sebenarnya by Yuna. Yes, i know this Malaysian girl who wears scarf with guitar. Tapi lagunyaaaa steam. uhm uhm.&lt;br /&gt;I got school tomorrow and i got this Inter-net G blahblah module. Wahh, that module calak liao. I always came late fer that class. Ofcourse, i can't make it at 9 sharp at school. lol?&lt;br /&gt;My brother has been staying home nowadays. I love you okay. I got a nagged from my mum early when i got home today. She said she have to stabilised her children's rest. Keep on getting home late and never will get enough sleep. I don't know any idea why that must irritate her? She's cute. My mum. I've been eating Nutella straight without bread. HAHA and my sister will look at me one kind, and give this you-won't-get-fat-stupid face look. I can't wait for this Harry Potter movie, my mum too. She likes Hagrid, she said he's cute -__-" However, my Draco's cuter.&lt;br /&gt;I've got this media assignment to do now. Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;Byebye darlings.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you my friends, seriously. Especially you. Ya you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-3388445645572831011?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/3388445645572831011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/07/saturday-was-fun-filled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/3388445645572831011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/3388445645572831011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/07/saturday-was-fun-filled.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-1296886823147429486</id><published>2009-07-10T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T06:35:51.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As i watch the whether, it's drizzling these days. Mum would always made hot chocolate and smoke before going off to sleep and wake up the next day for work.&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday boyfriend picked me up from school and bussed home to Yishun, from Bedok. Fuhh, bercinta dok dalam bus. He was fast asleep in the bus as he work last night. Pity you. So he landed his head on my shoulder and i have to hold his head each time the bus turn and stop. Because his head would bounce to and fro. Around evening we made our way to Pasir Ris to meet his friends. After slacking around with his friends, Fareen and his girlfriend Jun, came and pick us and car down to Changi to have supper. After sending each of them back, left the four of us so we slack at Yishun dam at around 4am till i found myself having my menses. Pathetic siak.&lt;br /&gt;Fareen "nak tengok!"&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend "haha amcm bnyak pe?"&lt;br /&gt;Fareen "HAHA da macam map Singapore boy."&lt;br /&gt;And boyfriend have to walk around to get a nice and clean plastic and Fareen dig in his car to get a pair of scissors and scotch tape to paste on the seat of the car. "okay maam, da siap. Sila"&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend send me till the doorstep and still and joke around with my uncle while his friend is actually waiting for him downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was preety bored yesterday so i randomly ask Hamdan out and we went for Sheeshaa and walk down to cityhall and went back home. A very short day, and i'm all out. I'll be meeting my cousin, Fifi tonight. To watch fireworks, again, together. Just like last week. HAHA kay i've to send my brother to school nowwwwww. He got this NDP thang. hah!&lt;br /&gt;So long, folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-1296886823147429486?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/1296886823147429486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-i-watch-whether-its-drizzling-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/1296886823147429486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/1296886823147429486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-i-watch-whether-its-drizzling-these.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-2695680528173915230</id><published>2009-07-06T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:44:20.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it really makes me irritated how people think they can say things that they can't because he was my boyfriend. my friend. my best friend. not theirs. They cannot say mean stuff like that especially that he can see. He may have hurt me so so much and made my life miserable and confusing and spiney. But that does not give anybody the right to make him feel the way i do. I mean sure i'm upset with him sometimes but rather than use those silly dull scissors and only fray the stupid rope, just use nice sharp ones and forget about it. hahaha i'm so creative when i'm sad or maybe weird stuff just makes sense when the rest doesn't kinda like how staying online and awake makes sense even though it doesnt. I like when boys sing to me and i want everything to be okay again and to make sense. I wish school would end and i could go to Polytechnic, college, some nice place to study. Yknow? I had a very sad relevation. aww i love that word.&lt;br /&gt;My sister keeps being sick and stuff. we haven't had our weekly I WILL SURVIVE monday night at 9:55 on our bed and gossips about everybody for like...2 weeks. its sad. i mean we only did it for a month.&lt;br /&gt;My cousin had to be dumb and go and get a girl pregnant. i mean really why can't guys control themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arggghh!&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Love,&lt;br /&gt;Sri Nabihah Binte Mohamad Jihad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-2695680528173915230?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/2695680528173915230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-it-really-makes-me-irritated-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/2695680528173915230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/2695680528173915230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-it-really-makes-me-irritated-how.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-7569271441689685472</id><published>2009-06-19T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:42:35.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got no clue, fucking idea where my boyfriend is. It's either in Malaysia, working so hard, or at home sleeping like a fat pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥Without naming any names, say something to somebody:&lt;br /&gt;-I weighs a bottle of ketchup :(&lt;br /&gt;♥Connection between you and the last person who text messaged you?&lt;br /&gt;-Bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;♥Can you recall the last time you liked someone?&lt;br /&gt;-Long time ago&lt;br /&gt;♥Where is your phone?&lt;br /&gt;-Infront, beside the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;♥Last time you felt bad about someone/something.&lt;br /&gt;-Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;♥Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes.&lt;br /&gt;♥Are you happy with the way things are going?&lt;br /&gt;-Literally uh. Tsk i don't know :(&lt;br /&gt;♥Would you ever get a tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes.&lt;br /&gt;♥Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to in person?&lt;br /&gt;-No and never.&lt;br /&gt;♥Have you ever made someone so mad that they broke something?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes.&lt;br /&gt;♥Where is the person you miss the most right now?&lt;br /&gt;-In the grave.&lt;br /&gt;♥When you are home alone do you still close the door when you shower?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes, of course. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;♥What was the last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;-Coke.&lt;br /&gt;♥What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;-8AM.&lt;br /&gt;♥What plans do you have for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;-I don't know. hmm&lt;br /&gt;♥In the last 24 hours have you done anything you regret?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes yes.&lt;br /&gt;♥Do you have a best friend that is a boy?&lt;br /&gt;-Adi.&lt;br /&gt;♥What did you do today?&lt;br /&gt;-Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;♥Has a friendship ended recently that you wish had not?&lt;br /&gt;-No, i never wished to.&lt;br /&gt;♥Can you watch scary movies?&lt;br /&gt;-Uh huh i like.&lt;br /&gt;♥Has anyone ever spell your name wrong?&lt;br /&gt;-Most. lol.&lt;br /&gt;♥Would you rather have roommates or live alone?&lt;br /&gt;-Roommates.&lt;br /&gt;♥Did you cry at all today?&lt;br /&gt;-No.&lt;br /&gt;♥What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;-Just chilling with my friends around my area.&lt;br /&gt;♥Do you have any plans for the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;-I always have this last minute plans/&lt;br /&gt;♥Has someone told you that they liked/loved you?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes, he did.&lt;br /&gt;♥Do you believe in soul mates?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes.&lt;br /&gt;♥Have you ever cut your own hair?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes.&lt;br /&gt;♥Is your best friend single?&lt;br /&gt;-No.&lt;br /&gt;♥Does it take a lot to make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;-A little things lso can make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;♥What do you want for your next birthday?&lt;br /&gt;-Something special. I'm just going legal. heee&lt;br /&gt;♥What is something you disliked about your day?&lt;br /&gt;-Bad hair day.&lt;br /&gt;♥Hows your heart lately?&lt;br /&gt;-I don't know. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;♥Are you jealous of someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;-Not at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-7569271441689685472?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/7569271441689685472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-got-no-clue-fucking-idea-where-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/7569271441689685472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/7569271441689685472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-got-no-clue-fucking-idea-where-my.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-4026105185917329880</id><published>2009-06-08T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T01:27:06.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SizLUHSqCMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2EPnaSEwdBg/s1600-h/DSCN0545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344870404197058754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SizLUHSqCMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2EPnaSEwdBg/s320/DSCN0545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SizGLJEt5YI/AAAAAAAAAAk/smnAwcsxSPw/s1600-h/DSCN0492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344864752498500994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SizGLJEt5YI/AAAAAAAAAAk/smnAwcsxSPw/s320/DSCN0492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRABU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A well done job is a job well done.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Uncle Nasir, Uncle Haleq, Aunty Lynn, Aunty Raisha, Badrid (*aku nak jaga anak Shas, bile mau pass?), And many many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that night, the tiredness is still at load, mum and uncle brought me to Changi with the small baby to have a family picnic. That day was so tired that when i walk along the beach i can't feel my leg. Imagine how's my day? And that Sunday morning i get home sleep fer just 5 hours and get ready for my tarian. Pathetic pe.&lt;br /&gt;Today's Monday, soon later i'm going out with Bimo for a movieee :] It's been a long time i last met him. Been missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-4026105185917329880?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/4026105185917329880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/06/prabu-well-done-job-is-job-well-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/4026105185917329880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/4026105185917329880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/06/prabu-well-done-job-is-job-well-done.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/SizLUHSqCMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2EPnaSEwdBg/s72-c/DSCN0545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-2039440926483973913</id><published>2009-06-04T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:50:41.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/Sid53dW2BMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/noxJC4-7In4/s1600-h/DSC01330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/Sid53dW2BMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/noxJC4-7In4/s320/DSC01330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343373476578591938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it's holiday! :] Best best best. It was the last paper today. I did very well. I guess. School goodbye, soon. Just now, after the exams all the classes was so happy and dance from the hall all the way to the canteen. Waited for Moon in school, with Andrew, to accompany him to take his certificate. Then we ate together and went home, like usual uh. A few more days to Andrew's birthday, "Butter Factory here i come" kinda feeling to him.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't plan how to spend my weekends. I think the best is just to sleep, work, sleep and work.&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of words to type, like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, i'm going Toa Payoh with my friends around midnight. Naik lorry abang sedara shafiq lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here, bye. :] I've got to go. Clean up the house, Someone's reaching home in 10mins time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-2039440926483973913?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/2039440926483973913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally-its-holiday-best-best-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/2039440926483973913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/2039440926483973913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally-its-holiday-best-best-best.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/Sid53dW2BMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/noxJC4-7In4/s72-c/DSC01330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-8215098126505887652</id><published>2009-06-01T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T06:41:06.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't online for quite sometimes. My bad. My weekend was burnt gitu je by working working and working. So last Thursday i watch soccer with boyfriend. At our nearby coffee shop with our friends. There i saw a couple of bedok hooligans, except for koontrats. Manchester vs Barcelona. 0-2. Hah, boo to Machester. No offence, sesiape.&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, i met Hamdan and Mahfuz after work. They waited outside the shop. lol. So we walked to City hall and stop at the museum to watch the open cinema and went back home afterwards. The same fer Sunday, my family day was also burnt. My whole family went to woodlands for Prabu, the kuda kepang.&lt;br /&gt;Kay, i just came back from swimming with my brother, Adit. The spoilt one. My mum suprised me by coming. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;In few minutes time, i'm going out. To meet Syafiq and his brothers, and the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh! Exams this Thursday and Friday. Otak nak burst!&lt;br /&gt;1st subject = Networking Media Services.&lt;br /&gt;2nd subject = Digital Media Technology.&lt;br /&gt;Bochap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-8215098126505887652?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8215098126505887652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/8215098126505887652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/8215098126505887652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-3473035041818706091</id><published>2009-05-18T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T19:46:52.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/ShINRER8BcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qAr6MIusxA/s1600-h/sisters_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337343095245374914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/ShINRER8BcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qAr6MIusxA/s320/sisters_800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello blog readers :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a tiring week fer me. Doing assignments late night. Taking care of my grandma who's really really sick and couldn't get herself up from the bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last Sunday was a family day. Mum's working and siblings busy preparing for their examinations. I waited for boyfriend to come home from work. So at 12, he reached home and accompanied me to the groceries. We bought grandma Chappati and us to the nearby shopping centre to have our lunch. Watch movie, The Uninvited at 2. lol. Out of 5, i can give it rated 4 uh. Not bad. Suprisingly, there's only a few couples and we sat right at the back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afdzal=boyfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iffah=girlfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So be it, i messaged her about the movie, and she's just jealous that i didn't went with her. :( One would be mad if i never wear one's bracelet. Now, i'm wearing two every morning till night and next morning. -__-" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the show we went home and he had a rest, while i cooked what i could -.- and ironed his clothes and wake him up to get ready for work and be home the next morning. Oh kesian, anjing government.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday school was okay. I spend time with bestfriend. Mcm sweet gitu. Da lama tak bebual, eventhough we stayed nearby. We took the bus home from school together,an hour trip. Dua-dua serious, terkencit siol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been two weeks straight i sat at home, in Yishun. Never go anywhere out from the hometown. Gosh, that sounds preeeeettyyy pathetic. I miss my friends, err some. I miss the chicken which sat in the middle of the UOB. HAHA okay. Taufik, you too. Chill uh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe i'm going to botanic garden this Saturday with Kinz. Maybe, might be? If i can get my butt off from home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now da macam musim kids-mum-fighting. I got preety much girlfriend, who's still with me, fighting with mums. About cash, cash and cash. Relax girls, nie semua skjb. Nanti da pass lesen kereta kite boleh go riding. Tak sabar! Tak sabar! Hah, lagi lama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats to my friend, Melissa, who made it to Anugerah top 20. And don't give up, Wan (Iffah pya eyecandy*), Shafiq, there's still next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to Malacca, end of this month with schoolmates. Woohoo! It's not a confirm, i pitied my grandma who's at home lonely everyday. Nak harapkan boyfriend, sepatah bende pun taktau. Cabut bulu kaki pun orang tolong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woo. Sleepover tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a hard time for me to blog, i went school earlier and met my best buddy in the train. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"your blog's dead. UPDATE!" Okay kinz, this post for you. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-3473035041818706091?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/3473035041818706091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-blog-readers-its-been-tiring-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/3473035041818706091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/3473035041818706091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-blog-readers-its-been-tiring-week.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nRztKmr8Y-k/ShINRER8BcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qAr6MIusxA/s72-c/sisters_800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199831013968308084.post-8127222880746773431</id><published>2009-04-27T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:49:39.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate this happening. Anyway, some useful friend had taught me, not having a dad doesn't mean you've to stop doing things that you had once did with your dad. E.g, fishing, barbeque-ing.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to share something here, my dad died because he was on drug and he's not strong enough to fight with the mat reps out there. I sweared upon my dad's grave to search the person who had intention and who had killed him, and i'll get then begging fer forgiveness on your grave, daddy. I kept on dreaming of you. It really really scares me, to hell.&lt;br /&gt;Late night i'll just messaged my bestfriend to meet me at my home place just to tell her this. I'm scared she'll get tired of the same story.&lt;br /&gt;It really paranoids me everytime i went to sleep, and scared that you'll reappear in my dreams again.&lt;br /&gt;One of the sentence i remembered, "don't mixed aroung too much or you'll get too much haters cos you're popular enough." Like, Musuh di Bawah Selimut. If i had listen to him, nothing unexpected would happen to me. My previous blog has a hate-tag. I'm not scared, tak gertak sikit pun by the way they tag. It's just that i'm like believing, is my dad really here? I mean how this happen? Fikiran kan.&lt;br /&gt;Some un expected human beings that was created by Allah just appears and tag. Hating me so much fer no reason. Not one, two but three. I like it coming more, you're making me believing more that my dad's always be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once had a bestfriend forever love, LoveD i mean. But not anymore, we've been growing up together since i was 12 and you're 13. Now, i'm 18 and you're 19. From kau kental, sampai ke sachok, sampai ke kau gini. Gini handsome abeh lupe aku. You, me and this cute chinese looking girl named Nazurah, aka Rahamoy. I missed us. I just feel like tagging about us here cos i know you'll be reading this eventhough you're in the same campus as i. I'm in class, and you're in canteen, playing cards and laugh out loud like it's your uncle's canteen. We challenged who's going to graduate from Madrasah but you both had given up. Err, okay aku emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fer the past few days i've not been home, lepak byk. I hate this clan of bapok that joined us. Si kecyk uh nie pandai pandai make friend dengan bapok abeh tersangkut dengan members sendiri. Jato boy. Kasi pam kat muke, wig jato pun bayek.&lt;br /&gt;Kay, i'm tired. Currently, i'm surfing the wikipedia about the bermuda triangle. Seram dok.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA cerita legend habis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199831013968308084-8127222880746773431?l=themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8127222880746773431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-this-happening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/8127222880746773431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199831013968308084/posts/default/8127222880746773431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themaskedmillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-this-happening.html' title=''/><author><name>mydoubts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986202970094553726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
