<?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-4066843141514122687</id><updated>2012-01-30T22:19:41.966+08:00</updated><category term='crimson tears'/><category term='anger'/><category term='blood'/><category term='today'/><category term='teabag'/><category term='mimi'/><category term='judge'/><category term='Jydah'/><title type='text'>Reminisce of Her Love and Life Essence™</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>158</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-2520902572686284787</id><published>2012-01-30T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T22:19:42.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking free.</title><content type='html'>Finally almost free from the &lt;i&gt;political&lt;/i&gt; grasp, I just need to finish up a few reports and then they'll never hear from me again - just for a while though. If I could, I would definitely jet off right now. I don't know where to but preferably somewhere so faraway and enchanting, just some place away from my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've begged my mum to let me board a cruise liner that's departing in March but she's been very skeptical about it. I mean I see no harm in it considering the fact that it's just a three-days trip AND that I'll be paying for it on my own terms. It's not like I'd elope or anything. She knows very well that I won't break the promise for an arranged marriage, it's for my own good after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really need to get away from it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-2520902572686284787?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/2520902572686284787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/2520902572686284787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2012/01/breaking-free_30.html' title='Breaking free.'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-5720193621749282522</id><published>2012-01-30T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T22:19:33.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking free.</title><content type='html'>Finally almost free from the &lt;i&gt;political&lt;/i&gt; grasp, I just need to finish up a few reports and then they'll never hear from me again - just for a while though. If I could, I would definitely jet off right now. I don't know where to but preferably somewhere so faraway and enchanting, just some place away from my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've begged my mum to let me board a cruise liner that's departing in March but she's been very skeptical about it. I mean I see no harm in it considering the fact that it's just a three-days trip AND that I'll be paying for it on my own terms. It's not like I'd elope or anything. She knows very well that I won't break the promise for an arranged marriage, it's for my own good after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really need to get away from it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-5720193621749282522?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/5720193621749282522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/5720193621749282522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2012/01/breaking-free.html' title='Breaking free.'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-2343110897083550785</id><published>2012-01-16T15:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T16:01:42.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burdened.</title><content type='html'>Dearest Elison,&lt;br /&gt;Life is truly exhausting, it is indeed. I want to stop time so badly it hurts. They keep on piling up their works onto me. It isn't fair, not fair at all. But what can I do? Nothing. Even if I could, no one would actually care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are too caught up with their own lives. Too arrogant to feel sorry for others. I need to get away from here, I need a vacation. Yes, that's what I'll exactly do. After all this is done, I should take a flight to wherever - if possible, somewhere faraway. Switch off all connections from my life and just be someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps, fall in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-2343110897083550785?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/2343110897083550785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/2343110897083550785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2012/01/burdened.html' title='Burdened.'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-3477459363265051964</id><published>2012-01-14T10:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T15:45:36.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youngest time.</title><content type='html'>Dearest Elison,&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I spent countless hours trying to figure out what life is to me, and honestly I'm so very lost in my never-ending cycle of thoughts. How is it that you were able to be sure of who you wanted to be when you were still so young and have not fully seen the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look up to you, I do. You're everything that I am not. But sadly, I am everything that you lack. I guess that we need to compromise with each other. But surely, I'm still young with a lot of years ahead of me. Do I really need to figure out who I am now at this very moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;tired and broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-3477459363265051964?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/3477459363265051964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/3477459363265051964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2012/01/youngest-time.html' title='Youngest time.'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-4308542924116682187</id><published>2011-12-31T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T23:25:08.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little less of a dream.</title><content type='html'>Dearest Elison,&lt;br /&gt;At least you've tried your very best. Don't be too hard on yourselves. The fault was inevitable, it was bound to happen. Know that I'll still love you, all of you. &lt;i&gt;Everybody knows you tried, everybody knows it's alright&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still young, life's still ahead. It's okay, a little hiccup won't ruin you, nor my feelings. Just don't give up, never ever give up; promise me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slightly fallen,&lt;br /&gt;the girl who wishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-4308542924116682187?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/4308542924116682187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/4308542924116682187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2011/12/little-less-of-dream.html' title='A little less of a dream.'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-5689381905702976942</id><published>2011-12-12T09:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T09:30:11.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For every once in a while</title><content type='html'>Dearest Elison,&lt;br /&gt;I am a dreamer of countless dreams. Everyone is a dreamer, of good and bad. But perhaps I dream too much. Things had always been my way, if not it had always served me well. The universe has spoiled me and now I actually do take &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I yearn without making effort, with just hope I wish for a lot. And when nothing falls, I gloom. I'm a wishful thinker. I like to see things my way, and if it doesn't, I fight or quit altogether. A little bit of stubbornness but mostly marshmallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the sweetest love,&lt;br /&gt;your one and only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-5689381905702976942?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/5689381905702976942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/5689381905702976942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2011/12/dearest-elison-i-am-dreamer-of.html' title='For every once in a while'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-2865571979740110896</id><published>2011-12-11T15:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T15:01:58.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorrowed love.</title><content type='html'>Dearest Elison,&lt;br /&gt;You once said that love will grow upon the trust that we build but how do you suppose I trust someone who I'll only see when the moon is blue. Your hinderance pains me. Just hearing your voice used to be enough but times have changed. We can't keep lying to ourselves. You know yourself that we've strayed and yet you tried nothing to save our promises, your promises. I need your reassurance. Is your love worth my trust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With unassured feelings,&lt;br /&gt;faltered trust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-2865571979740110896?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/2865571979740110896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/2865571979740110896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2011/12/sorrowed-love.html' title='Sorrowed love.'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-2929046558333882637</id><published>2011-11-18T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T11:10:56.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A perfectly nice day ruined by deceiving words. Thorn apart by rivalry. You deceitful liar. My trust for you crumbles yet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-2929046558333882637?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/2929046558333882637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/2929046558333882637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2011/11/perfectly-nice-day-ruined-by-deceiving.html' title=''/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-2217365592138837013</id><published>2011-09-23T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T15:52:55.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgotten.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Waking up everyday to his voice, a melody so venomous. Looking to the mirror, pleased with your beauty. Dreaming of a harmony, day and night.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Elison,&lt;br /&gt;I'm at loss for words. Just like what we've read in books, forever is just another word. I'm sorry that I'm always on the verge of breaking down, that I'm always falling apart. But it hurts, knowing that someone you care about is putting on a fake smile, that endless laughter, when in fact they cry themselves to sleep. What can I do to ease that pain? Because you're never here, I don't have anyone to lean on. Do you really think I'm happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With enough sincerity,&lt;br /&gt;Just another girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-2217365592138837013?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/2217365592138837013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/2217365592138837013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2011/09/waking-up-everyday-to-his-voice-melody.html' title='Forgotten.'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-4685668681769255569</id><published>2011-08-26T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T22:24:12.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need Midas! ASAP.</title><content type='html'>So I'm really tight on money this year. I can't even buy my books which are very hard to find or redecorate my room, now that I have my own room. It was a hasty decision. My sister was probably drunk when she decided to go on a trip end of the year. But I guess it would be a fun experience, having to get away from it all; parents, chores, friends haha. However, the downside is that we have to pay everything minus plane tickets from our own pockets. Mum refused to chip in more than tickets. Dad, well he only gave us his blessings. Heh. Really looking forward to being bums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I think that I might be allergic to lavender. And mum still wants me to go out on dates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-4685668681769255569?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/4685668681769255569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/4685668681769255569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-need-midas-asap.html' title='I need Midas! ASAP.'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-6538752946649775296</id><published>2011-08-02T04:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T04:38:30.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lavender kisses.</title><content type='html'>Whenever I close my eyes at the end of each day, nostalgia overwhelms me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could go back to those days, you and I. But of course, there's nothing to regret. Life simply goes on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-6538752946649775296?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/6538752946649775296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/6538752946649775296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2011/08/lavender-kisses.html' title='Lavender kisses.'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-7261070437934452144</id><published>2011-07-16T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T22:54:03.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life just hurts.</title><content type='html'>And she wouldn't even care how much I'm hurting right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-7261070437934452144?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/7261070437934452144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/7261070437934452144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2011/07/life-just-hurts.html' title='Life just hurts.'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-1782882291777183489</id><published>2011-07-15T19:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T21:31:20.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking with broken dreams.</title><content type='html'>Last month, my mum suggested that I go out with this boy who goes to the same school as me. So whenever I bump into him at school, I feel all awkward and such, especially since he's my junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, mum has been going on and on about how I should just enjoy my last teen years. Dates and such. But, ay ya yai, Elison and I are just doing fine. Sure we're on thin ice right now, being apart had made us stray. Even so, we're still together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-1782882291777183489?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/1782882291777183489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/1782882291777183489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2011/07/walking-with-broken-dreams.html' title='Walking with broken dreams.'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-9212509566960252229</id><published>2011-05-14T16:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T16:44:44.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated May :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e177/jinjimorbidella/maywish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e177/jinjimorbidella/maywish.jpg" height="235"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-9212509566960252229?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/9212509566960252229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/9212509566960252229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2011/05/updated-may.html' title='Updated May :)'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-9008753209585802252</id><published>2011-05-06T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T21:21:03.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May wishlist.</title><content type='html'>One: A complete DVD boxset of The Last Airbender from Book 1 to Book 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two: &lt;a href="http://www.anime-toybox.com/servlet/the-388/Nodame-Cantabile-Merchandise-cln--Piano/Detail"&gt;A piano-patterned Nodame bag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three: Passion, A Fallen Series by Lauren Kate - Book 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four: A bowl (or two) of Charmy's Snow House's Golden Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five: &lt;s&gt;Love&lt;/s&gt; Birthday notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six: A surprise 'social gathering' with cake ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven: A trampoline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight: Pairs of heels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine: T-shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten: A scrapbook picture book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven: Ginger Beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twelve: A kimono, not a yukata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen: Elison :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-9008753209585802252?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/9008753209585802252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/9008753209585802252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-wishlist.html' title='May wishlist.'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-5294644398155230302</id><published>2011-05-03T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T21:19:28.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and down again.</title><content type='html'>What happened tonight was I cried. I really really cried. As loud and pathetically as I could. What's more pathetic was the reason behind my tears and because it's so pathetic I'd be embarrassed to tell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while after that I laughed even though I was still tearing up, then I cried again when mum came in and asked why I cried. Then I laughed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was sad nonetheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-5294644398155230302?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/5294644398155230302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/5294644398155230302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2011/05/up-and-down-again.html' title='Up and down again.'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-8157903125552413035</id><published>2011-04-29T21:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T21:42:11.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bouquet of Emptiness.</title><content type='html'>I guess falling apart is what I do best. As the sands of time continues to tick, my life left faltered. I'm tired of all these mindless &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; chase that can never get me anywhere but a cliff's edge - his three words got me even more confused. I'm spiraling to world's end. He shouldn't have said it, if he didn't we could've stayed together. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ottoke&lt;/span&gt;, I wasn't ready for reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-8157903125552413035?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/8157903125552413035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/8157903125552413035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2011/04/bouquet-of-emptiness.html' title='Bouquet of Emptiness.'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-2736381137059998276</id><published>2011-04-10T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T23:01:01.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Briar Rose</title><content type='html'>Life is so comfortable right now that I feel like sleeping forever. My bed feels awfully nice and the room temperature is just right. I haven't even had nightmares in for very very long time which is simply endearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wouldn't be anything like Briar Rose if I don't have my white knight. Sigh. I remember one time my mum told me that it would be impossible for me to find my life partner considering the fact that I am very specific about the things that go into my mouth. She asked me what if my husband happens to be a vegetarian, and I told her that I would simply have to find one who can cook so that I won't always have to do the cooking :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elison can cook of course. Otherwise he wouldn't have worn that chef outfit the other day. Oh, he looked so gorgeous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-2736381137059998276?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/2736381137059998276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/2736381137059998276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2011/04/briar-rose.html' title='Briar Rose'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-7378980762288983609</id><published>2011-04-02T19:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T19:37:15.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outside and beyond.</title><content type='html'>Dearest Elison,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, frustrated and falling apart. At times like these, I honestly do not know what to do. I just wish that you're here right now, so that I can be in your warmest embrace and be lulled to sleep by the sound of your beating heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, really, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely Yours, forever and always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-7378980762288983609?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/7378980762288983609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/7378980762288983609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2011/04/outside-and-beyond.html' title='Outside and beyond.'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-6408952226538577961</id><published>2011-03-24T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T21:17:59.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsaid</title><content type='html'>I'm punishing myself. I'm letting myself be drowned with words, thousands and thousands of them, pages after pages. I'm constraining myself to the boundary of another's imagination. I'm not even eating well. I've been skipping on a lot of meals, keeping myself glued to books. And I don't even like reading them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess maybe it's because I needed to take my mind off of some things that have been tampering with my emotions. Honestly, I don't really like the idea of &lt;b&gt;them&lt;/b&gt; being brought here, on May especially. I don't like the thought of even sharing &lt;b&gt;them&lt;/b&gt; with others, strangers evidently. They have never really taken notice of &lt;b&gt;them&lt;/b&gt; before, when &lt;b&gt;they&lt;/b&gt; were still new (but of course amazing as always). I stood by &lt;b&gt;them&lt;/b&gt; from the beginning, never judging &lt;b&gt;them&lt;/b&gt; superficially. Although I am happy for &lt;b&gt;their&lt;/b&gt; rising fame, I can't help but wish for the old days when &lt;b&gt;they&lt;/b&gt; were only known to me. If only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd pray everyday for that event to be cancelled. I'm sorry for being selfish but I am only human.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-6408952226538577961?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/6408952226538577961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/6408952226538577961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2011/03/unsaid.html' title='Unsaid'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-6289228666413424261</id><published>2011-03-19T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T20:36:20.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Littlest note</title><content type='html'>Thing is I've been running without a destination, and this path that I am taking seem endless. I keep on slowing my pace but only for a while, because I fear that I might get left behind. It's hard to keep up with the others but I'm already trying my bestest. Sooner or later, I will lose my breath and will end up lost without guidance. I'm sure that I'm not even halfway there but I am already tired and drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that one day I might really forget who I really am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-6289228666413424261?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/6289228666413424261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/6289228666413424261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2011/03/littlest-note.html' title='Littlest note'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-6812136685434773673</id><published>2011-03-08T18:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T18:26:56.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unattended.</title><content type='html'>That single perfect moment when he said those three words I needed so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sorry. He's just too good for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-6812136685434773673?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/6812136685434773673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/6812136685434773673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2011/03/unattended.html' title='Unattended.'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-9039559410070071914</id><published>2011-03-07T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T22:16:42.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Less than happier</title><content type='html'>So as the rest were busy attending to their life, I just stood there like an outsider to each and everyone of them. If only time would go faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop emitting awkward vibes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-9039559410070071914?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/9039559410070071914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/9039559410070071914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2011/03/less-than-happier.html' title='Less than happier'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-2632555740741287180</id><published>2011-02-25T11:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T11:34:27.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truer than true.</title><content type='html'>So &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; has been jealous and ranting on my dear blog. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-2632555740741287180?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/2632555740741287180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/2632555740741287180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2011/02/truer-than-true.html' title='Truer than true.'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-4377211215333177109</id><published>2011-01-24T20:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T20:25:24.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen is not Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img onmousedown="return false;" src="http://cf1.polyvoreimg.com/thing.17772779.l.jpg" class="sideimage" align="left" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm pretty much fed up at people who keeps on saying that &lt;b&gt;Fallen&lt;/b&gt; is the next &lt;i&gt;Twilight&lt;/i&gt;. It's not, definitely not, &lt;i&gt;kapish&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen is obviously much more better than Twilight, and clearly not deserving of such inhumane treatment. I mean how could readers even think of bringing Fallen down and comparing it to the level of a third-rate book? This is an absolute outrage! I hope people will stop comparing Fallen with Twilight, such comparison should never have existed in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-4377211215333177109?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/4377211215333177109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/4377211215333177109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2011/01/fallen-is-not-twilight.html' title='Fallen is not Twilight'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-2895782548979913101</id><published>2011-01-07T16:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T17:32:22.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunless days.</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling pretty down lately, definitely not the way I wanted to start the new year. I was demoted on the first day of school. Dad kept on pressuring me to stop with debate. People keep shoving their workload to me. And I won't be able to celebrate his birthday, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; won't be able to see him. I'm not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what to do. Always trying to see the brighter side of things wore me. Maybe I just need some time off, to think over and appreciate again. But it's tiring. Life's tiring. Life's probably the hardest math problem I ever encountered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I probably just need to stop seeing life as a math problem, that'll be start although I'm not sure where to. I need someone to guide me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-2895782548979913101?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/2895782548979913101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/2895782548979913101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunless-days.html' title='Sunless days.'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-1488037244094890100</id><published>2010-12-31T23:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T23:45:08.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010.</title><content type='html'>A year I’ll always cherish and remember.&lt;br /&gt;To me 2010 have been a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;golden year&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So many firsts happened this year, and they were mostly good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first paycheck,&lt;br /&gt;My first actual win,&lt;br /&gt;My first heartbreak,&lt;br /&gt;My first run after so long,&lt;br /&gt;My first Western trip,&lt;br /&gt;My first roll down the hill :)&lt;br /&gt;MY first cry in public,&lt;br /&gt;My first football game,&lt;br /&gt;My first birthday with the opposite gender LOL.&lt;br /&gt;and so much more which I would rather keep secret ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I am grateful for each and every bits of memories given to me this year. It has be such a roller-coaster ride; meeting old friends&amp;amp; finding new ones, crying and laughing, dancing and singing, falling in and out of love, winning and losing, and just everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end what I want to say is not Happy New Year, but Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Aku bersyukur keatas segala apa yang telah di berikan kepadaku&lt;/span&gt;, whether it was an obstacle or a passage, I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; glad to be bestowed with such gracious gifts. Indeed I am grateful and thankful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylovemomento.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_leash5XUDY1qacfeuo1_500.gif" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With utmost gratitude,&lt;br /&gt;The girl who hopes to be even better next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-1488037244094890100?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/1488037244094890100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/1488037244094890100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010.html' title='2010.'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-7965274489038942714</id><published>2010-12-31T09:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T09:36:48.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undecided.</title><content type='html'>I am now somewhere in between two worlds. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;. After much thought about life itself, I am now uncertain about taking up the offer for the Japanese scholarship. Do I really want International Relations? Sure, I wanted to be a diplomat ever since the conference but can I really do it? Do I have the devotion and commitment to go through it all to the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought about taking Social Sciences and Humanities but I'm also quite unsure. Philosophy? Maybe. Anthropology? Not sure. But definitely never Mathematics or anything that would require me to take out my calculator, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to guide me. For sure Elison cannot help me here, considering the fact that he dropped out of college to chase such a ridiculous short-lived dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-7965274489038942714?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/7965274489038942714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/7965274489038942714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/12/undecided.html' title='Undecided.'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-9055792008109291792</id><published>2010-12-21T10:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T10:58:18.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When will happiness befall on covetous?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes there are moments in life when I just feel lost and confused, sad and agonised, as though life is not worth living. Sometimes giving up felt like the most right thing to do, perhaps the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; thing. I can't help but wonder, will life ever be better for me? Of course, I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; grateful for all that I have but I am &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; human and it is very true that humans can never be satisfied with what they already have, that they will always keep wishing for more. Some denies this by saying that they are content with what they have but is that ever true? Can that &lt;b&gt;ever&lt;/b&gt; be true? Will s/he be able to find solace one day but not wish for a better tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we pretend to be strong and as though nothing had happened, our smiles become only skin deep and inside you struggle to keep your real emotions locked. That is why sometimes we feel more hurt than others. We'd blame others' happiness for our misery because sometimes wishing for our own happiness would mean wishing for another person's unhappiness. Sometimes we can't help but be &lt;b&gt;selfish&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-9055792008109291792?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/9055792008109291792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/9055792008109291792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-will-happiness-befall-for-covetous.html' title='When will happiness befall on covetous?'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-4204993039040879983</id><published>2010-12-06T11:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T11:11:51.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An encounter with the past</title><content type='html'>So as I was deleting some &lt;strike&gt;truly embarrassing&lt;/strike&gt; emails in my sent box, I stumbled upon an old composition of mine. I didn't remember ever writing in but it dated back to my midyear. So I read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was beyond words. Now I understand why she wanted me to send that specific story to her. When I read it, I thought that I couldn't have written it but the character's names gave it away because I always use the names Maria and Daniel in my stories. Reading it, I wanted to cry. I didn't expect the story to be end that way, I honestly didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, I now wonder what actually went on in my head back then? My stories are usually filled with remorse, deaths, delusions and guilt. Why can't I write like that again? Stories with those plots are truly amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-4204993039040879983?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/4204993039040879983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/4204993039040879983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/12/encounter-with-past.html' title='An encounter with the past'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-571857510695229186</id><published>2010-12-02T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T17:00:05.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories like ours.</title><content type='html'>I can't wait to see him again. Oh how I missed him so. Now as the clock continues to tick, the time left for us to be reunited again shortens. Soon the farewell will end, and we shall meet eye to eye, heart to heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would be beyond ecstatic if we can finally celebrate his birthday together. The fact that our birthdate falls on the same daydate still awes me - thirteen. I feel that it is so much more than a coincidence because things don't just happen, they happen for a reason (or two). But hey, that's just my thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With absolute gratitude,&lt;br /&gt;The girl who hopes to finally see him next year :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-571857510695229186?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/571857510695229186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/571857510695229186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/12/stories-like-ours.html' title='Stories like ours.'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-2453011688575589311</id><published>2010-11-29T20:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T20:54:55.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes there are moments in life when you will have to give up something that you really want or care for in order to protect a relationship that holds a certain degree in your life. Even with a heavy heart, even with tears in your eyes. Because that is how life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes you'll think that it's not fair considering the amount of things and time that you've given up, all your work done for nothing. All just because you couldn't go against your conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered one time I gave up my spot for a new runner even though I've trained weeks for that particular race. Why? I didn't know, just because maybe. But I regretted giving her that spot. She wasn't that good of a runner, probably not even a runner. I could've won that race hands tied to my back. And so since then I promised myself that I'll never give up something that I want ever again. But I still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I'll have to give something up again. Something that I gave up last year, something that I hope I don't have to give up again next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-2453011688575589311?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/2453011688575589311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/2453011688575589311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/11/sometimes-there-are-moments-in-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-3282017986860983359</id><published>2010-09-24T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T08:10:53.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so you know...</title><content type='html'>Hi. In case any of you didn't know, I've been deprived of my phone. Yes, &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;. So I wouldn't know or reply any of your texts to my number. Hear that &lt;b&gt;Syaff&lt;/b&gt;? It's not because I'm angry at you, okeh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, dearest lovelies, if there are &lt;u&gt;important&lt;/u&gt; matters that you wish to notify me of, do it here or write them on my &lt;i&gt;wall&lt;/i&gt; or just tell me at school. You can also reach me through my brother's number :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TQ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-3282017986860983359?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/3282017986860983359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/3282017986860983359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-so-you-know.html' title='Just so &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; know...'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-6691041036949812530</id><published>2010-08-22T20:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T20:19:51.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That spurring moment.</title><content type='html'>I secretly plot for &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; demise everyday. No shit bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. No. I lied. But seriously, do not disturb me ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-6691041036949812530?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/6691041036949812530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/6691041036949812530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/08/that-spurring-moment.html' title='That spurring moment.'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-7967974112329343872</id><published>2010-08-11T17:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T17:47:20.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cause you are the only exception</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set?.out=jpg&amp;id=yCdzzOiT3hG243RNbKFh4A&amp;size=l"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were Lucinda Price I'd have two fallen angels- one who wishes for my utter destruction and another who'll always fall for me time after time of being reincarnated again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for Fallen to be made a movie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Daniel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-7967974112329343872?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/7967974112329343872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/7967974112329343872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/08/cause-you-are-only-exception.html' title='cause you are the only exception'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-7518071310864824891</id><published>2010-08-10T20:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T20:34:32.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tumblr quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I’m not looking to fall in love. I’m not even necessarily looking for a boyfriend right now. All I really want is to find a nice, good guy I can text late at night, joke around with, and be stupid with. Someone who likes the same music as me, someone I can easily talk to, someone I can be my total self around and not mind at all. A guy I can waste Friday nights with, laugh with, and have fun with. Someone who’s not perfect, but understands me, you know? Is that really too much to ask for?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;-Kelsey, Georgia&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/4066843141514122687-7518071310864824891?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/7518071310864824891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/7518071310864824891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/08/tumblr-quote.html' title='tumblr quote'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-2876717656509408443</id><published>2010-08-08T18:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T18:21:36.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i tried to move on but my heart kept holding on</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e177/jinjimorbidella/132.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried telling myself that he's not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;But letting go is not as easy as saying goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have fallen for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-2876717656509408443?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/2876717656509408443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/2876717656509408443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-tried-to-move-on-but-my-heart-kept.html' title='i tried to move on but my heart kept holding on'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-3417291867987883545</id><published>2010-07-24T19:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T19:29:52.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in my heart, through my eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e177/jinjimorbidella/img-thing-4.jpg" align="left" height="130"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   I tried letting go but it's not as easy. Though the misunderstandings have been cleared up, I found out that he still loves her. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't let go but the pain is unbearable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-3417291867987883545?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/3417291867987883545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/3417291867987883545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-my-heart-through-my-eyes.html' title='in my heart, through my eyes'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-9097786759774709957</id><published>2010-07-22T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T20:37:24.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of the non-existence?</title><content type='html'>'If you wait too long for the perfect moment, the perfect moment could pass you by'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life just loves to prove me wrong and make a mess out of me. Toying with my emotions is a no-no unless you want to be on my bitch list and trust me, you dont want to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm just tired of waiting, tired of liking someone who probably doesn't even know my name, and just simply tired of waiting for his smile to be mine. Fuck it. Fuck everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want an easy life, to just go with the flow like what I have always been doing. So what if one guy can't see the beauty I behold *coughs* there's plenty of fish in the water, and he's not the only Nemo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll have to reconsider.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-9097786759774709957?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/9097786759774709957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/9097786759774709957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/07/end-of-non-existence.html' title='the end of the non-existence?'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-1158585220202252895</id><published>2010-07-19T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T19:01:53.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop, please</title><content type='html'>Is is okay for me to cry without any reason whatsoever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually feeling down today, I wanted to cry actually. My life is just too messed up at this moment. I just want time to stop, everything to stop. I just want to give everything up and sit in a little dark corner counting days that passes me by listening to Love Light on max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes that what I usually do when I'm feeling down, lock the door to my room, switch on the air-con, and just hide myself from the world, wishing to not take part in anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-1158585220202252895?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/1158585220202252895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/1158585220202252895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/07/stop-please.html' title='stop, please'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-9022557018788889124</id><published>2010-07-17T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T21:52:34.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Says she</title><content type='html'>I was a tired, lonely and depressed 16-year-old hag whose five year long feeling have never been returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now is a new year, I'm seventeen and beautiful (well at the very least I'm confident that I am beautiful). I've also moved on from that old unrequited love. Even so, I'm still tired lonely and depressed. I've found someone who I have an appeal to but my presence has never been acknowledged by him. How do you think that made me feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes there's a part of me somewhere deep inside that thinks I am just not good enough, not attractive enough to catch his attention. Perhaps I'm just not his type, or even we're just not right for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I wait, stay and just watch?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-9022557018788889124?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/9022557018788889124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/9022557018788889124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/07/says-she.html' title='Says she'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-7715489974402788933</id><published>2010-07-14T17:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T17:44:55.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caramel Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e177/jinjimorbidella/img-thing-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me fill you in with &lt;a href="http://gratedchocolate.tumblr.com/" title="my tumblr"&gt;something&lt;/a&gt;, if you have anything to &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/JydahMHMD" title="my formspring"&gt;ask&lt;/a&gt; me, just do so :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-7715489974402788933?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/7715489974402788933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/7715489974402788933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/07/caramel-love.html' title='Caramel Love'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-5325002462362151227</id><published>2010-07-13T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T20:48:31.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lull me to love</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e177/jinjimorbidella/img-thing-1.jpg"  class="" align="" height=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing me a remedy for this state I'm in. It's all because of you that my heart skip beats and my smiles become endless. And yet, I want to stop time just so I can stay with you. You're very near though I am far apart. Un-do all this that you have done, and return my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me. Glance at me. And end all these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-5325002462362151227?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/5325002462362151227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/5325002462362151227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/07/lull-me-to-love.html' title='Lull me to love'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-1957584954863076248</id><published>2010-07-10T14:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T14:39:47.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the rain bows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e177/jinjimorbidella/img-thing.jpg" class="sideimage" align="left" height="200" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt; Love is poisonous, hazardous, dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;Keep on guard so you'll not fall into one of its' traps. Deadly, love is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I don't love him, yet. Going there, but how can I love someone who I know nothing of? I like him to an extent but not love. Perhaps, if we were given some time to get to know each other, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'd like to just glance at him from afar. Smile for every time my heart skips a beat. And just wait. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-1957584954863076248?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/1957584954863076248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/1957584954863076248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-rain-bows.html' title='when the rain bows'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-3440339790244129270</id><published>2010-07-09T14:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T15:00:20.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling hard for 6th-fiveoneone</title><content type='html'>Have you ever thought that you'll never be able to fall in love ever again after loving someone for a long time only in return never receiving any love from him/ her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the only thing holding me back from falling for another guy. Well, sure, of course along the way I had guys that I fancy, but never loved. How do we actually define love? One can never tell, but knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is too big of a word. But I knew that he was my first love, that was why I found it hard to let go of him. We were just never meant to be. We pass by each other day by day not even making eye contact. Reality hit me like a meteor. I knew then that I just had to let go, and I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others would never know how much I loved him. Never would they know that I am where I am today because of him. How could I ever forget him? How could I ever when he was the one who set the path to my life now. Maybe that's why most people say that it is hard to forget your first love. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is all over and done with. What is yesterday when today is now and tomorrow is far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are plenty of fish in the water, I realised that. Yeserie, there are. One particular fish to my liking is .. Nemo ❤ [a nickname for him that my friends came up with]. Sure, we're not even anywhere near close but I am trying. And just today, well I'm not telling what I &lt;s&gt;did&lt;/s&gt; carved to the table *sheepish grin*&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-3440339790244129270?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/3440339790244129270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/3440339790244129270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/07/falling-hard-for-6th-fiveoneone.html' title='Falling hard for 6th-fiveoneone'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-7559899716034572454</id><published>2010-07-07T19:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T19:38:56.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts to you, lots of them :)</title><content type='html'>For the first time ever, today, I watched a football match from beginning to end and I actually was absorbed in it. Though it didn't have the thrilling kind of feeling, it was still a good match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. For now, I can only watch him from afar and once in a while, maybe, steal glances of his face. Also, today was perhaps the first time ever that we stood so close. Oh boy, you've got my adrenaline pumping. If I ever see you smile again, I think that may die of wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk. Just talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-7559899716034572454?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/7559899716034572454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/7559899716034572454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/07/hearts-to-you-lots-of-them.html' title='Hearts to you, lots of them :)'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-7331860326866924949</id><published>2010-06-27T16:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T17:37:34.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smiley face :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/27rj36c"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy, I like ♥♥♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since you asked, I DO LOVE YOU! Lots of kisses for you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-7331860326866924949?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/7331860326866924949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/7331860326866924949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/06/smiley-face.html' title='smiley face :)'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-1362289611507941452</id><published>2010-06-25T13:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T13:53:44.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grinning hell.</title><content type='html'>This can't be happening. This can't be happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I refuse to believe this. I refuse to believe anything. It's all lies. Nothing but lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone just told me that my long-distance, long-term significant other cheated on me and I dare not to find the truth. Sometimes the truths are better left unknown. But just the thought of him talking to other girls, laughing along with them, saddens me. Maybe I should've kept close contact with him, watch his every move, instead of letting him go freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. It's mostly my fault. I've been all caught up with the twins and Elison that you've slipped my mind. I can't even remember how long has it been since I first know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-1362289611507941452?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/1362289611507941452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/1362289611507941452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/06/grinning-hell.html' title='Grinning hell.'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-2213025854668743422</id><published>2010-06-24T18:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T18:24:25.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parting ways.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e177/jinjimorbidella/LoveLetterLocket.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;To him whom I love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I've come to know you and love you, &lt;br /&gt;there were a lot of things that I wanted to tell you &lt;br /&gt;but I couldn't find words to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were always staring at the sky,&lt;br /&gt;as though you were thinking of something,&lt;br /&gt;making me feel left out,&lt;br /&gt;I tried to understand you,&lt;br /&gt;but I never found the courage to know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, &lt;br /&gt;I hope that you are somewhere in this world,&lt;br /&gt;acknowledging these loving feelings that I have for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;from she who loves you&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love letter that I stumbled upon while dancing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-2213025854668743422?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/2213025854668743422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/2213025854668743422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/06/parting-ways.html' title='Parting ways.'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-1115817277167816212</id><published>2010-06-20T17:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T17:40:55.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet The Procrastinator(?)</title><content type='html'>Yes ladies &lt;s&gt; and gentlemen&lt;/s&gt;, I'm procrastinating right now and I don't even know if I'm spelling procrastinate right. But oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O M G. In less than nineteen hours, school will start haunting us and I, not that it's new or anything, have not done any of my homeworks (at this point which is 13:53). Yet, I still feel like lazing around doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School just doesn't scare me as much now that I know where I want to go. But the thing is, I have to maintain my grades to AAA or simply AAB. If college was as easy as eating a bar of chocolate (without any kind of nuts), I'll probably be where I want to be right now. Sigh. I just don't have the right kind of motivation in life. Wanna know what motivates me? Simple, the right amount of money. I'm not the kind who'd simply throw in money to a pair of kidnappers who threatens to kill the love of my life. Money makes my world round, and they keep me sane. Unlike people who'll come and go from our lives, money is ageless and everlasting. They would never betray you or leave you. But enough about my money beliefs, time flies too fast and I don't want to be burning the midnight oil later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, dear Elison, I'm falling for you all over again. Please stop teasing me with that smile of yours. I'm yours and I love you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-1115817277167816212?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/1115817277167816212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/1115817277167816212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/06/meet-procrastinator.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Murphy Script; font-size: 150%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot; 128=&quot;&quot;&gt;Meet The Procrastinator(?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-9222853775989762658</id><published>2010-06-14T19:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T19:58:23.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reasons, and reasons alone</title><content type='html'>I have always been intrigued by how the world works, and here what I really mean is  the daily chances that are given to us - is it merely just a coincidence or that of fate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does everything happens for a reason or is it simply a flow that goes around the world like the clear oceanic waters? A lot of you out there may be strong belivers of fate and destiny, I am as well a believer but of many things. I believe that when you love something or someone too much, you should let them go. I believe that second chances are only worth giving to someone who deserves it, not just anybody. I believe that forgiving and forgetting is not a way of making peace because you are just turning a blind eye on the situation. I believe that it is no use working hard over something that is none of your interest. I believe in working at the last minute because only then will your true potential show. And of course among all of other things, I do believe in karma - what goes around in circle, comes the other way in circle. Yes, you've noted it, I am a believer of a lot of things and what you've seen ain't half of them. If I were to list them out, one paper will never be enough (two, maybe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get more side-tracked and forget what my intentions are in this post, let me guide you to my contention; chances and luck, fate and destiny. From my perspectives, not everything that happen, happens for a reason because sometimes coincidence take part in our life. And what was a mere coincidence may produce a chapter to a whole new book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, having a week off without doing anything that beholds significant productivity has got my mind pondering all the while. I thought of a lot of things and people as well. I thought of my life so far, and then unlike a bolt of lighting something had crossed my mind. And that something had got me recaping my whole social life. Damn. Apparently, all this time, I have been chasing a love that is too high on cloud nine that I have closed the door to my heart restricting any other distractions to intervene. I've been so entranced by the spell that he has casted upon me that I have forgotten to look around. My life has been devoted to follow his every move, his every breath and, and because of these things that I grew fond of, my heart decided to turn a blind eye on the world, refusing to see all the other fishes that swims past me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of one person, I am trapped. All the while, my soul mate might've passed by me. And today, coincidentally I met the guy whom passed my train of thought last night. When I saw him, I thought that it might be fate on the run but I didn't want to make the conclusion just yet. So I waited. Then, it happened again, I knew this time that fate was definitely making a move or so I thought. My head and my heart does not coincide, my heart thinks otherwise, my heart misses him - yes, that devious person whose love I crave for. Which is right here, my head or my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My head is still in hiatus, but my heart wants to write.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-9222853775989762658?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/9222853775989762658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/9222853775989762658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/06/reasons-and-reasons-alone.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Murphy Script; font-size: 150%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot; 128=&quot;&quot;&gt;reasons, and reasons alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-4852786361343837232</id><published>2010-06-09T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T23:06:23.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Understand me, and read my lips</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when they left me out, I turn my back and pretend not to know anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS. This is the label that is globally misused. There is no denying the fact that the concept of the word 'friend' has been altered over the years. No one knows what true meaning that lies beyond the word because everyone is too caught up trying to get a glimpse of this superficial world. As long as you've sat down for a cup of coffee or a glass of mango juice, and talk for a moment or two, you consider yourselves friends. Or maybe perhaps, after knowing each other for three years but never kept in contact all those while, you'd still call them your friends. It's not called kindness, it's ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So honestly, are we still friends? And please, do take note that I never kid when I say that I don't want to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still. Hiatus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-4852786361343837232?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/4852786361343837232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/4852786361343837232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/06/understand-me-and-read-my-lips.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Murphy Script; font-size: 150%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot; 128=&quot;&quot;&gt;Understand me, and read my lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-2153066704198854474</id><published>2010-06-03T18:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T18:42:22.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'> Hiatus. Simply that. </title><content type='html'>Yes baby, holiday time! I'm definitely going to make these sweet seventeen days of freedom as unproductive as possible :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and yes, my blog will be on hiatus as well as my heart. I don't want my leisure time to all be filled with visions of his face, as tempting as that may be. I need to seriously take my mind off him, and perhaps forget about all those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget homeworks, we can do them on the last two days of holiday. Let's just go all out, and have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-2153066704198854474?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/2153066704198854474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/2153066704198854474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/06/hiatus-simply-that.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Murphy Script; font-size: 150%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot; 128=&quot;&quot;&gt; Hiatus. Simply that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-8040720378856898480</id><published>2010-05-28T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T09:32:07.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>these unproductive feelings </title><content type='html'>We might as well part ways if you're not going to do anything about us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-8040720378856898480?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/8040720378856898480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/8040720378856898480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/05/these-unproductive-feelings.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Murphy Script; font-size: 150%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot; 128=&quot;&quot;&gt;these unproductive feelings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-4695068753623697517</id><published>2010-05-27T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T21:11:35.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have i really? </title><content type='html'>I. Think. That. I. Am. Finally. Falling. For. You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. Not. Yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-4695068753623697517?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/4695068753623697517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/4695068753623697517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/05/have-i-really.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Murphy Script; font-size: 150%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot; 128=&quot;&quot;&gt;have i really? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-2592180340082241381</id><published>2010-05-22T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T16:33:25.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'> Grotesquely Enchanted </title><content type='html'>If dying can make us feel better, then I don't mind trying it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-2592180340082241381?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/2592180340082241381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/2592180340082241381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/05/grotesquely-enchanted.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Murphy Script; font-size: 150%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot; 128=&quot;&quot;&gt; Grotesquely Enchanted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-1156718283170456201</id><published>2010-05-20T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T18:11:02.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Broken Remedy</title><content type='html'>//&lt;i&gt;You don't know how much I love you,&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how much I need you boy,&lt;br /&gt;Is it even possible for me&lt;br /&gt;To feel this way&lt;br /&gt;Right here and right now&lt;br /&gt;Cause nothing makes sense at all&lt;/i&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to cure a broken heart is to fall in love with someone else. But will there be anyone good enough to mend the pieces back together?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-1156718283170456201?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/1156718283170456201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/1156718283170456201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/05/broken-remedy_20.html' title='A Broken Remedy'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-5935213719561695242</id><published>2010-05-17T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T17:27:30.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Reality</title><content type='html'>I have always thought that things would be easier if he knows of my feelings towards him, but never did I took into account if he'd turn a blind eye to me. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like slapping that confident face of his. Right now, though he still do make my heart skip beats, he wouldn't know how much I honestly wanted to gauge his eyes out when he pretends not to see me even though our gaze met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, five years were just not enough for him. Perhaps, the time for me to let go of this desperate one-sided love has come. Maybe, just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what should I do Elison? Please tell me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-5935213719561695242?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/5935213719561695242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/5935213719561695242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/05/meeting-reality.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Murphy Script; font-size: 150%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot; 128=&quot;&quot;&gt;Meeting Reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-4846911675509468740</id><published>2010-04-14T19:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T20:10:31.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'> FTW!!</title><content type='html'>Oh gosh. I dont even care anymore. I just need to concentrate on my studies. Okeh. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-4846911675509468740?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/4846911675509468740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/4846911675509468740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/04/ftw.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Murphy Script;font-size:150%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot; 128=&quot;&quot;&gt; FTW!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-4171083045540957027</id><published>2010-04-13T18:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T18:52:12.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like I give a damn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:500%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:500%;" &gt;                 CWRAP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:500%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-4171083045540957027?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/4171083045540957027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/4171083045540957027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/04/like-i-give-damn.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Murphy Script; font-size: 150%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot; 128=&quot;&quot;&gt;Like I give a damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-453666095455895289</id><published>2010-04-10T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T20:33:44.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Remedy</title><content type='html'>Elison. Elison. Elison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont care if I sound desperate, but I just miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing songs on the staircase didnt help.&lt;br /&gt;Walking miles didnt help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it felt so good when I cried in the library, a thousand tears representing my sorrows. Somehow, I wished he'd just come bursting into the room and ask me what was wrong. He shouldve taken more notice of his surroundings. I mean, I was goddamn right behind him before I burst into tears. Instead, some other guy watched my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather it be when he doesnt know of my existance. Then I wouldnt have put much hope on him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-453666095455895289?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/453666095455895289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/453666095455895289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-remedy.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Murphy Script; font-size: 150%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot; 128=&quot;&quot;&gt;Love Remedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-2415092512341107365</id><published>2010-04-09T21:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T21:21:46.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I NEED MY BABY!</title><content type='html'>OH ELISON! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-2415092512341107365?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/2415092512341107365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/2415092512341107365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-need-my-baby.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Murphy Script; font-size: 150%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot; 128=&quot;&quot;&gt;I NEED MY BABY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-291224505687254945</id><published>2010-03-31T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T21:00:11.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is..</title><content type='html'>Elison.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn. I didnt get to celebrate his birthday. Sigh. Time. Why do you loathe me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-291224505687254945?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/291224505687254945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/291224505687254945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-is.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Murphy Script; font-size: 120%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot; 128=&quot;&quot;&gt;Life is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-3235518683637168296</id><published>2010-03-31T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T20:56:35.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost for words</title><content type='html'>Ladies and gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;Cwrap.&lt;br /&gt;Sighness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Hey, how was your holiday?" smiled one of her friends, waving one hand at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What holiday!?" she replied with an intense electrifying glare that sent a million volts down her friend's spine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urrgghh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-3235518683637168296?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/3235518683637168296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/3235518683637168296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/03/lost-for-words.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Murphy Script; font-size: 120%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot; 128=&quot;&quot;&gt;Lost for words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-7103201617856831240</id><published>2010-03-19T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T21:42:50.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's true that every cloud have a silver lining, or two</title><content type='html'>Ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's good. So far. I'm loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, I was given a second chance into grabbing that luscious golden ticket, and wa-lah, I'm in the school team! Yes! :) Lots of happy faces from moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just hope that I'll pass the MP interview, amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shi-- shoot! We got told off today for being 'immature' and 'unprofessional' haha, awesomeness. Please dont put the blame on me, Jan and ECYY started it, I was the VICTIM! Obviously I have to defend myself against the assault. But I do admit that it was childish of me to run around the hall with charcoal-painted hands like some crazy dude trying to catch up with an innocent guy. HAHAHA. Got tired and sick afterward, kept on coughing and my bandaged-left knee was just itching for attention from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, have I mentioned the fact that I slept in the store room while the others [by that I mean Jan and Syy] relentlessly searched for me? I couldn't resist the temptation of the dreamland because someone interrupted my sleep earlier on. Sigh. Yes you, I was honestly sleeping tadi! Way to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-7103201617856831240?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/7103201617856831240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/7103201617856831240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-true-that-every-cloud-have-silver.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Murphy Script; font-size: 150%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot; 128=&quot;&quot;&gt;It&apos;s true that every cloud have a silver lining, or two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-3410888712606002293</id><published>2010-03-08T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T18:21:07.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Last Waltz?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Let's dance until the fire in my heart dies"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Maajidah Mahmud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I volunteered for the 'end-of-the-day' speech, there'll be an audition. So who am I up against? The awesomely amazing War' and the always undefeated Dinn. Sighness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting that aside, I did VERY, note the block letters, badly in debate today. I mean, seriously, I sucked big time! Dymn. There goes my golden ticket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-3410888712606002293?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/3410888712606002293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/3410888712606002293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-last-waltz.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Murphy Script; font-size: 150%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot; 128=&quot;&quot;&gt;What Last Waltz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-588986947195369156</id><published>2010-03-07T12:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T12:17:26.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worded Opinions</title><content type='html'>Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand the use of pain killers. Shouldn't it do what the name implies? My head is at her breaking point (yes, it's a girl!) being filled with emotions I knew was never worth it; sadness. Not sure why, but I've been feeling down lately and every night before going to sleep, doubts paraded me. I was afraid that I might not open my eyes again once I close them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has almost been a week now since I've started taking pain killers, again. And yet, the pain is still dominating me. Perhaps, the ones I'm taking now are not as strong as the one before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend told me that I'm addicted to them and that I'm only taking them so that people would pay attention to me. Not true! Well half of it may be true. I'm definitely not addicted to them, sure I may have taken more than I should've in the past but it wasn't because of addiction, it was more because of insecurities and I'll stop there. Too much information leaking out. She was right about the attention part. I thought that my parents weren't giving me much attention especially since I'm starting out at a new school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel abandon and neglected. It feels as though I'm not an important part of the family, and I hated it. I know this is quite a hard time for my parents but still I would've feel much better if they'd show a bit of interest towards me and even if they dont, couldn't they have at least pretended to care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that among the eight of us, I'm the one who always have to give in. I'm always, always the one to be depended on. Why? I'm tired of it. I'm tired of my life and now a part of me even hates my own name. No one understands me in this household. It feels as though I'm back at my grandparents' house, where I'm no one's favourite, where I'm the black sheep. Where no one genuinely loves me and I was left alone. Even if I voice out my opinion, I would only seem selfish to them. They see the world only through their eyes while I try my hardest to view the world through everyone's eyes. Before I speak of my own opinion, I'd think of them first and not say it if I know that they wouldn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of living life trying to please them while I neglect all of my own feelings. Sure, I'm happy pleasing them but then, when will my time come if I keep on doing those things? Will I ever be truly happy in life? To you right now, I may seem selfish and unthoughtful but if I don't voice out my heart now, when will I find the courage to do so again? I'm tired of bottling up all my feelings inside, I'm tired of putting on a fake smile and a fake laugh when deep down my heart is crying. I'm tired of being the girl you expect me to be. I'm tired of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont hate anyone. It's just that I feel that I'm invisible sometimes and I hated it because I know that they could see me. I wish that I was a little kid because then I could cry all I want and have everyone coming to comfort me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-588986947195369156?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/588986947195369156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/588986947195369156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/03/worded-opinions.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Murphy Script; font-size: 150%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot; 128=&quot;&quot;&gt;Worded Opinions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-7581572973458377078</id><published>2010-03-04T13:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T13:56:53.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When The Spring Comes</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Sometimes I feel left out&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I have always wished that&lt;br /&gt;Someone would lend me&lt;br /&gt;A shoulder to cry on&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S: iloveyou, i do&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/4066843141514122687-7581572973458377078?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/7581572973458377078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/7581572973458377078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-spring-comes.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Murphy Script; font-size: 150%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot; 128=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;When The Spring Comes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-959742941535429662</id><published>2010-03-02T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:03:09.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unwritten Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I thought that I was going to die last night. I thought that if I closed my eyes, I might not open it again. I thought of my family, my friends and myself. Tears filled my eyes though they never left. I hid under the covers, afraid of others seeing them, seeing me in the state of falling apart. I wonder if anyone would miss me when I'm gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-959742941535429662?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/959742941535429662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/959742941535429662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/03/unwritten-wish.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Murphy Script; font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot; 128=&quot;&quot;&gt;The Unwritten Wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-5130156378804832649</id><published>2010-02-17T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T18:13:04.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm was certified repo man</title><content type='html'>Haha. WAS! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had to update this blog because I need to inform my friends (if you consider yourself my friend) that both my phone are 'repossessed' by both my sister, who now I call Ah-Long *glares*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the youngest between us three, I had to give up both my phones and lend it to them because I dont really use my phone and &lt;u&gt;they&lt;/u&gt; said that they urgently needed phones considering both of them have an ill-mannered stup*d the-opposite-of-working phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, bet you dont quite understand the above sentence. I dont either! Now, dear friends and fiends, my point in that annoyingly long sentence is that I'm not using the phone (for now) and so if you need to contact me urgently tweet to me or call my house :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHH! Have you seen my gallery? U-KISS 100*100 ICONS!!! :D It was actually meant for my online portfolio but things had been hard for me, so I decided to just put it up here; Ahh, home sweet home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have realised the ug-lay link button of mine. Haha, yes I admit it! But somehow I couldn't locate my original button, it's lost somewhere in the devastatingly massive numbers of yellow folders on this computer I'm using. That button's only tempora- oh darn. *nosebleeds* @#$%! ^/////////////^ justsawyunhofreakinghotsexybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The button is only temporary, I'll be replacing it with a new one once I get my hand on photoshop. Any requests on icons? Tag me, I'll consider it. Oh, and the button is not be confused with the other buttons from philauticmirth (I use the same screen name&amp; it's too late to change now)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-5130156378804832649?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/5130156378804832649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/5130156378804832649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-was-certified-repo-man.html' title='I&apos;m was &lt;s&gt;certified&lt;/s&gt; repo man'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-5104493362797928499</id><published>2010-02-06T10:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T10:54:50.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darn!</title><content type='html'>Oh hi! Remember me? I guess you dont, sighness. But like whatever. I have a debate meeting with the juniors in a few hours and thought that I should come by my blog for a while, and WOW. It's pretty empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Em! Gee! Hey Brunei! Have you heard? U-KISS is so darn hot! Haha. ♥ And I've finally found a group of Brunei fangirls supporting U-KISS &lt;a href="twitter.com/KISSMEbrunei"&gt; @KISSMEbrunei&lt;/a&gt;. Kyahh! Paradise! Though they havent had an official forum. Maybe I should offer some help? Though my photoshopping&amp; designing skills are not as awesome as my fellow blogger friends at philauticmirth, it may be of use somehow. Oh yes, philauticmirth is dead right now. Cant find anyone who's willing to update that site, for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U-KISS HWAITING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-5104493362797928499?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/5104493362797928499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/5104493362797928499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2010/02/darn.html' title='Darn!'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-6674378191602927908</id><published>2009-12-08T18:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T21:52:55.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work till 10</title><content type='html'>OH-EM-GEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially working tomorrow! Where you ask, well you know that awesome boutique owned by &lt;s&gt;Eileen C&lt;/s&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BINGO MEN&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Ohoho, yes there! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-6674378191602927908?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/6674378191602927908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/6674378191602927908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2009/12/work-till-10.html' title='Work till 10'/><author><name>[ J Y D A H ]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_It6S0Z680UE/SvfyKOavx8I/AAAAAAAAACg/Tu1osdGAtuQ/S220/jpo.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-5268245395747404458</id><published>2009-12-07T11:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:37:03.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the slumber</title><content type='html'>Hello my loves! Yes, you got it right! I'm back from the dead! Whoot! Isn't that a nice cause to celebrate? Don't forget the pinata and be sure to fill it with lots of Cadbury!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, obviously a lot had happened since I were gone and I'm sure that you won't even bother to read it so why make a fuss over thing like this. Understand? No? Welcome to my world :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but there is one thing I would definitely love to share with you, guess what? *grins widely* Hehe, I'm entering a modeling contest!! Kyyaahhh!! Looking through the participants' data and photos, OMG! Have they not eat? Hahha, I'm more nervous now. But I honestly want to win it because the selected winners would get to go to Japan! Hear that Syyah? Oh, let's both work hard together! Ganbatte^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-5268245395747404458?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/5268245395747404458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/5268245395747404458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-from-slumber.html' title='Back from the slumber'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-7445830736793983426</id><published>2009-10-22T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T18:45:48.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be back early December :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="mylovemomento.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e177/jinjimorbidella/hiatus5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-7445830736793983426?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/7445830736793983426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/7445830736793983426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2009/10/ill-be-back-early-december.html' title='I&apos;ll be back early December :)'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-5800854940411139646</id><published>2009-09-24T09:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T10:29:10.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:280%;"&gt;ﺴﻼﻤﺔ ﻫﺎﺭﻱ ﺭﺍﻱ عيد الفطر &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on hiatus! So see you some time later :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and before I forget, Thank you snow for the mention in your blog! &lt;img src="http://www.evelynsplace.kit.net/kaoanis/mimi15.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Pristina;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" 128=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;OXOX,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Pristina;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" 128=""&gt;Gorgeous Jydah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-5800854940411139646?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/5800854940411139646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/5800854940411139646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2009/09/announcement.html' title='Announcement!'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-7165033084921794071</id><published>2009-09-20T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T21:04:52.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As if all is fair in love and war</title><content type='html'>Ramadan is officially over and as I promised in my previous post bla bla bla blah. You know what to do;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The password is stupid! [include the exclamation point please]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="pfvuphwj" title="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"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:decryptText('pfvuphwj')"&gt;Click this sentence if you would like to proceed.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a lot have been wondering about who SHE is and what HAS she done well, they say that a picture says a thousand words [or was it a million?] and beside, this will last longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at the 'About Me' section [oh and by the way, I do know how to spell DINOSAURS, the O in my spelling is a pun]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SrYe1hIjRUI/AAAAAAAAAps/IAOZQmgv4cs/s1600-h/profile2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SrYe1hIjRUI/AAAAAAAAAps/IAOZQmgv4cs/s200/profile2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383524309344142658" 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/_ThYHtx5IufE/SrYe1CXB-DI/AAAAAAAAApk/gaALsqDzEdE/s1600-h/profile1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SrYe1CXB-DI/AAAAAAAAApk/gaALsqDzEdE/s200/profile1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383524301083375666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please, could she be even more desperate? I bet she doesn't even know what synthetic means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SrYe0ijhiCI/AAAAAAAAApc/x_xsqqZxlbA/s1600-h/copiedpro+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SrYe0ijhiCI/AAAAAAAAApc/x_xsqqZxlbA/s200/copiedpro+2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383524292545841186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SrYe0Anh6DI/AAAAAAAAApU/VzU7AmYe2pQ/s1600-h/copiedpro1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 98px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SrYe0Anh6DI/AAAAAAAAApU/VzU7AmYe2pQ/s200/copiedpro1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383524283435837490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, compare these posts as well;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine: &lt;a href="http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-happens-when-he-that-you-like.html"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2008/11/whatever-they-say-i-dont-care.html"&gt;B&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hers: &lt;a href="http://myloveprincecharming.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-happens-when-he-that-you-like.html"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myloveprincecharming.blogspot.com/2009/09/whatever-they-say-i-dont-care.html"&gt;B&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as you can see from my now UG-LEE cbox, this so-called King person has been harassing my cbox, going over the limits, asking me (a blogger) questions that normally bloggers wouldn't answer to just some strangers. I had been kind enough to give her [yes, it's a SHE] some of the links to the sozais but to her it was just not enough! Sigh, I'm not running a charity here! Hello, is there a brain in that head of yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you can see below, she's been changing names but unfortunately for her just changing names wouldn't be enough to change her IP.&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/_ThYHtx5IufE/SrYj9ft44NI/AAAAAAAAAp8/1o8wjVcyvqg/s1600-h/ip2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SrYj9ft44NI/AAAAAAAAAp8/1o8wjVcyvqg/s200/ip2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383529943960969426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, the nerve of some people, using a friend's name to harass my cbox. Hello! I can still see your never-changing IP.&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/_ThYHtx5IufE/SrYj86z6A0I/AAAAAAAAAp0/_QFCsGsJuYM/s1600-h/ip.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 20px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SrYj86z6A0I/AAAAAAAAAp0/_QFCsGsJuYM/s200/ip.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383529934054097730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how did I made sure that the accused person is King you may ask, well I've been busy running around, jumping from one blog to another, clarifying with other bloggers her IP address. I know, smart, ain't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, you have my permission to flood her effing cbox~ She is after all an identity thief with an inferiority complex. FYI, she 'hacked' my sister's facebook account and changed her password. I think she has deleted that account and then again, she 'hacked' the new account of the same sister of mine and she's currently using it. That b*tch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-7165033084921794071?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/7165033084921794071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/7165033084921794071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-if-all-is-fair-in-love-and-war_20.html' title='As if all is fair in love and war'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SrYe1hIjRUI/AAAAAAAAAps/IAOZQmgv4cs/s72-c/profile2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-5784203548651730324</id><published>2009-09-17T10:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T12:27:14.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="UaLoXZyl" title="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"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:decryptText('UaLoXZyl')"&gt;Show post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-5784203548651730324?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/5784203548651730324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/5784203548651730324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2009/09/patience-is-virtue-so-ill-wait-until.html' title=''/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-3356544530118200052</id><published>2009-09-16T15:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T15:39:55.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ユキス愛 ~♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ユキス&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ユキス&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ユキス&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ユキス&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ユキス&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A grand wish, but it is to my utmost desire to have them here. But alas, sigh, it will remain a dream as it is highly unlikely. &lt;img src="http://www.evelynsplace.kit.net/kaoanis/mimi23.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Pristina;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" 128=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;OXOX,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Pristina;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" 128=""&gt;Wishful Jydah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;場合だけにすることを意図された&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-3356544530118200052?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/3356544530118200052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/3356544530118200052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='ユキス愛 ~♥'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-6653862311533533982</id><published>2009-09-12T12:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T13:13:17.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are titles a MUST?</title><content type='html'>Semi-finals are over! And &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ethan&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CUTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.evelynsplace.kit.net/kaoanis/mimi37.gif" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha. Shuusshh!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Don't tell anyone, please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.evelynsplace.kit.net/kaoanis/kota13.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! Holiday baby~ Let's dance &lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/evelynregly/Mini%20Childs/th_0527_013.gif" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woot! Woot!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.evelynsplace.kit.net/kaoanis/moch29.gif" /&gt; *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;cough cough&lt;/span&gt;* Okay, stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, as you may have already realise it, or not, I've deleted the old &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;UG-LEE&lt;/span&gt; smilies from my cbox and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;uploaded a new batch&lt;/span&gt;, try 'em! Try 'em! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The lucky 100th tagger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (after this is posted) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;will win a SPECIAL prize&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;yeah right!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/evelynregly/minigifs/th_mini049.gif" /&gt;] Come on lah, try meh &lt;img src="http://www.evelynsplace.kit.net/kaoanis/mimi46.gif" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I know you want to&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/Sqstu2a1ipI/AAAAAAAAAow/lzvgRbvUFzo/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&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/_ThYHtx5IufE/Sqstu2a1ipI/AAAAAAAAAow/lzvgRbvUFzo/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380444462729497234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Urgh! Sigh! Ekkhh!&lt;/span&gt; I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;exasperated&lt;/span&gt;, last night I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;spent my money on things that I'm sure are definitely not needed in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I just&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; can't stop my obsession towards those cute Japanese items&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kyyaah&lt;/span&gt;! Kawaii! &lt;img src="http://www.evelynsplace.kit.net/kaoanis/buunyband03.gif" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SqssPA4ouzI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Jw8FL-UxduE/s1600-h/IMG_2950.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/_ThYHtx5IufE/SqssPA4ouzI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Jw8FL-UxduE/s320/IMG_2950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380442816271399730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SqssQkkFq5I/AAAAAAAAAoo/vMCXSlvInCA/s1600-h/IMG_2960.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/_ThYHtx5IufE/SqssQkkFq5I/AAAAAAAAAoo/vMCXSlvInCA/s320/IMG_2960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380442843028761490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SqssQH5t8jI/AAAAAAAAAog/nd5N3PTmvfg/s1600-h/IMG_2957.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/_ThYHtx5IufE/SqssQH5t8jI/AAAAAAAAAog/nd5N3PTmvfg/s320/IMG_2957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380442835334853170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SqssPjE8n6I/AAAAAAAAAoY/ZXeS84Xs0yo/s1600-h/IMG_2951.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/_ThYHtx5IufE/SqssPjE8n6I/AAAAAAAAAoY/ZXeS84Xs0yo/s320/IMG_2951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380442825449840546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, before I go, one last thing, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LET'S DO THE SKELETON DANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/evelynregly/Mini%20Childs/th_06628s3_02n.gif" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uh-huh! Oh-yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Pristina;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" 128=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;OXOX,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Pristina;font-size:200%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" 128=""&gt;Obsessed Jydah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-6653862311533533982?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/6653862311533533982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/6653862311533533982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2009/09/are-titles-must.html' title='Are titles a MUST?'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/evelynregly/Mini%20Childs/th_0527_013.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-5687891935215992802</id><published>2009-09-09T12:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:07:35.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get well soon!</title><content type='html'>ただ、彼の弟の隔離を出た後、データが見つかりました。私は彼の細かいことを望む!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Pristina; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" 128=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-size: 180%;"&gt;OXOX,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: Pristina; font-size: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" 128=""&gt;Dancing Jydah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-5687891935215992802?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/5687891935215992802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/5687891935215992802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2009/09/get-well-soon.html' title='Get well soon!'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-5316222706965182822</id><published>2009-09-05T15:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T16:40:04.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blood types part III</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.evelynsplace.kit.net/kaoanis/mimi03.gif" /&gt; Remember that earlier this year I've &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;posted up something about blood types&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, good times good times. I have &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;actually forgotten about it&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;if it weren't for Fyzah and Syyah&lt;/span&gt; who mentioned about them this morning, you may never be able to see the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; part about those mini comics [&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which by the way I am saving for the last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;] BWUAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!! Before you begin reading part III, I would like to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;THANK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://pinkwonderss.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jolene&lt;/a&gt; for making the site's button! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;THANK YOU!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.evelynsplace.kit.net/kaoanis/mimi15.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(drum rolls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If the world of blood types were represented as houses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[click on images to enlarge]&lt;/span&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/_ThYHtx5IufE/SqIfFtTPHqI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_k42spO_lRc/s1600-h/internal-world-of-blood-types-are-represented-in-a-house01.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SqIfGdUKeEI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/H780fPJowJY/s320/internal-world-of-blood-types-are-represented-in-a-house03.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377895100842670146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SqIfGyeJXzI/AAAAAAAAAnY/MJ_hcSsQNMs/s1600-h/internal-world-of-blood-types-are-represented-in-a-house04.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SqIfGyeJXzI/AAAAAAAAAnY/MJ_hcSsQNMs/s320/internal-world-of-blood-types-are-represented-in-a-house04.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377895106521685810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SqIfHc6-UaI/AAAAAAAAAng/yRHCxmotqFg/s1600-h/internal-world-of-blood-types-are-represented-in-a-house05.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SqIfHc6-UaI/AAAAAAAAAng/yRHCxmotqFg/s320/internal-world-of-blood-types-are-represented-in-a-house05.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377895117916885410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SqIfxP0XCkI/AAAAAAAAAnw/5ihZthRSSVE/s1600-h/internal-world-of-blood-types-are-represented-in-a-house06.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SqIfxP0XCkI/AAAAAAAAAnw/5ihZthRSSVE/s320/internal-world-of-blood-types-are-represented-in-a-house06.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377895835953990210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;I think what it meant to say is 'trust' instead of 'bust'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_ThYHtx5IufE/SqIfw3LWu8I/AAAAAAAAAno/FOzsNBR3tYQ/s1600-h/internal-world-of-blood-types-are-represented-in-a-house07.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SqIfw3LWu8I/AAAAAAAAAno/FOzsNBR3tYQ/s320/internal-world-of-blood-types-are-represented-in-a-house07.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377895829339552706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2009/02/blood-types-part-i.html"&gt;Part I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2009/02/blood-types-part-ii.html"&gt;Part II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Pristina;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" 128=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;OXOX,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Pristina;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" 128=""&gt;Forgetful Jydah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Credits to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.cyworld.com/realcrazyman"&gt;Cyworld&lt;/a&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/4066843141514122687-5316222706965182822?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/5316222706965182822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/5316222706965182822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2009/09/blood-types-part-iii.html' title='blood types part III'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SqIfFtTPHqI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_k42spO_lRc/s72-c/internal-world-of-blood-types-are-represented-in-a-house01.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-347237000448594748</id><published>2009-09-04T13:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T14:09:18.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a quick update</title><content type='html'>A month to go, I think, till our &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; exam. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OMG!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.evelynsplace.kit.net/kaoanis/mimi05.gif" /&gt; It's now &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;time for intensive studying&lt;/span&gt;! Eh, wait, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Baccano!&lt;/span&gt;'s on air! &lt;img src="http://www.evelynsplace.kit.net/kaoanis/kota06.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I'm ashamed of myself &lt;img src="http://www.evelynsplace.kit.net/kaoanis/mimi44.gif" /&gt; I just &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;can't seem to concentrate on my studies&lt;/span&gt; since there are always&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; tempting distractions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Ahh, so tempting &lt;img src="http://www.evelynsplace.kit.net/kaoanis/mimi12.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmghh! &lt;img src="http://www.evelynsplace.kit.net/kaoanis/mimi28.gif" /&gt; Got to snap out of it! I- I guess that there's no other choice but to-- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;turn my back away&lt;/span&gt; from, anime and manga... &lt;img src="http://www.evelynsplace.kit.net/kaoanis/mimi27.gif" /&gt; Don't worry about me! I'll get over it.. &lt;img src="http://www.evelynsplace.kit.net/kaoanis/mimi22.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, like whatever! &lt;img src="http://www.evelynsplace.kit.net/kaoanis/mimi10.gif" /&gt; As if I would ever do that! No way man! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Do you think I'm crazy?&lt;/span&gt; That'll be like&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;throwing away my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Well, some of it at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, friends of mine out there, I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/span&gt; craving for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;SUSHI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; also, a bit of Udon Mee&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Pweety pweesh with cheese on top&lt;/span&gt;..?&lt;img src="http://www.evelynsplace.kit.net/kaoanis/nana24.gif" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'll be your best friend&lt;/span&gt; and we can run towards the sunset together &lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/evelynregly/Mini%20Childs/th_0636hb_07n.gif" /&gt; Huh, huh? &lt;img src="http://www.evelynsplace.kit.net/kaoanis/mimi46.gif" /&gt; So, what do you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Pristina; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" 128=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-size: 180%;"&gt;OXOX,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: Pristina; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" 128=""&gt;Gorgeous Jydah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-347237000448594748?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/347237000448594748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/347237000448594748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-quick-update.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Murphy Script; font-size: 150%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot; 128=&quot;&quot;&gt;just a quick update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/evelynregly/Mini%20Childs/th_0636hb_07n.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-6985667274884412658</id><published>2009-08-28T16:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T13:28:26.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby, talk talk talk to me</title><content type='html'>Ramadhan. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;. Don't worry, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pejam celik pejam celik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ta-da!&lt;/span&gt; RAYA!! &lt;img src="http://i519.photobucket.com/albums/u358/chikachiya/kaomoji/waai2.gif" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Banzai! Banzai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that'll have to wait because first we'll have to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;commit ourselves to removing those unwanted/ excess fats from our bodies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ignore all those tempting delicacies girls, we need to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;shave off some weight&lt;/span&gt; to fit into our Raya clothes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/evelynregly/japoneses/novosgifs/s_u_01_10228_01_03.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;restrain yourself&lt;/span&gt; from eating junks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/evelynregly/japoneses/novosgifs/s_u_01_10228_01_04.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Fully commit&lt;/span&gt; to your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Year's resolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/evelynregly/japoneses/novosgifs/s_u_01_10228_01_02.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/evelynregly/japoneses/novosgifs/s_u_01_10228_01_05.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Be honest&lt;/span&gt; to yourself &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;and COMMIT&lt;/span&gt;, or else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and another piece of advice, to the young couples out there, it's Ramadhan now and please, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;have you not seen enough of each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Can you not &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;go on dates on other months&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/evelynregly/Mini%20Childs/06317u2_06.gif" /&gt;      &lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/evelynregly/Mini%20Childs/th_0636ha_03.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NO!  &amp;amp;   NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;No DATES please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or else&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt; Chuckie &lt;/span&gt;will come after you! &lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/evelynregly/minigifs/20040630_03.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if he doesn't, I WILL &lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/evelynregly/minigifs/20040630_01.gif" /&gt; BWUAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Pristina;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" 128=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;OXOX,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Pristina;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" 128=""&gt;The girl called Jydah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-6985667274884412658?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/6985667274884412658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/6985667274884412658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-talk-talk-talk-to-me.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Murphy Script; font-size: 150%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot; 128=&quot;&quot;&gt;baby, talk talk talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i519.photobucket.com/albums/u358/chikachiya/kaomoji/th_waai2.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-7400393684240596277</id><published>2009-08-02T02:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T12:51:54.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Found, a friend's confession</title><content type='html'>A rather &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; book, it was. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Mysterious, solemn, touching and twisted in every corner&lt;/span&gt; (by that I do not mean twisted as in &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GORY AND STUFFS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;twisted as in unexpected&lt;/span&gt;). Loved the way the author &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;wove words after words creating a somewhat harmonious sentence&lt;/span&gt; (well, to me at least).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about books, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;time for confessions&lt;/span&gt;. 2AM. Wonderful, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;May is most dominant&lt;/span&gt;, isn't that lovely. They have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;first, second and eleventh&lt;/span&gt;. That is at least &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;one of the few reasons why I love them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; more than 2PM. I, let me spell it out for you, L - O - V - E 친구의고백. It's so suh-weet. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Endless smiles, grins and beams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; across my face as my heart would &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;unexpectedly dance to one of the sweetest lyrics&lt;/span&gt; they've heard. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Sighness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2AM, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;the COOLEST time of the day&lt;/span&gt; (since 2PM is the hottest time of the day). Hah, 2AM HWAITING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Idol group U-Kiss has been considered for a 150 billion KRW worth collaboration project between Japan and Korea.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love this one and that is a lot of zeros, don't you think so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Pristina;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" 128=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;OXOX,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Pristina;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" 128=""&gt;the-oh-so-twisted head of Jydah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-7400393684240596277?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/7400393684240596277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/7400393684240596277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2009/08/lost-and-found-friends-confession.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Murphy Script;font-size:180%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot; 128=&quot;&quot;&gt;Lost and Found, a friend&apos;s confession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-6612866469094577342</id><published>2009-07-11T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T17:12:54.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror oh Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An inspiring cellist whose music touched me. A singer whose voice cluttered my mind. I've fallen for her music as it penetrates through my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;teenage girl who have a lot in mind&lt;/span&gt;, I've never really taken music seriously. I only listen to them&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; just because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Even when I was learning notes and keys, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;it's not because I honestly love the piano&lt;/span&gt; but simply because I just feel like it and maybe it was the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;influence of La Cordo D'oro&lt;/span&gt;, somewhere between those two I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there was this one particular time where two anime characters, Megumi Noda and Shinichi Chiaki, were playing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto No. 2&lt;/span&gt; and somehow I, too, was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;captivate by that wonderful piece&lt;/span&gt;. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R4Sjvh_F2Mw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R4Sjvh_F2Mw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-6612866469094577342?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/6612866469094577342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/6612866469094577342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2009/07/mirror-oh-mirror.html' title='Mirror oh Mirror'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-5301244889987898297</id><published>2009-07-05T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T15:11:18.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got the fever!</title><content type='html'>A very, very INTRIGUING song. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ngaw40fm8Cw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ngaw40fm8Cw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Pristina;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" 128=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;OXOX,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Pristina;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" 128=""&gt;the-oh-so-cool Jydah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-5301244889987898297?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/5301244889987898297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/5301244889987898297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-got-fever.html' title='I got the fever!'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-7403827529812926246</id><published>2009-07-04T11:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T12:18:12.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm still waiting</title><content type='html'>It was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;not as easy as it may seem&lt;/span&gt; but alas I am finally done with it &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(this was last week)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Seeing the fact that my last detail was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cliché&lt;/span&gt;d, I decided to write a letter to my '&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Prince Charming&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(by write I meant expressing it into some sort of &lt;u&gt;art piece?&lt;/u&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so that it is not so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cliché&lt;/span&gt;d?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[note: the question marks (?) are because I'm not sure what I'm trying to say/ write]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/_ThYHtx5IufE/Sk7UVnTD1qI/AAAAAAAAAls/ur6qr4jQ1Ow/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/Sk7UVnTD1qI/AAAAAAAAAls/ur6qr4jQ1Ow/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354450474781365922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;To whomever this may concern;&lt;/span&gt;&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/_ThYHtx5IufE/Sk7TEv6bhJI/AAAAAAAAAlk/YudB6Zn4OdM/s1600-h/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlVoQkljYXRuM2hHUG5SQWQ3SjBXZEEAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 339px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/Sk7TEv6bhJI/AAAAAAAAAlk/YudB6Zn4OdM/s400/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlVoQkljYXRuM2hHUG5SQWQ3SjBXZEEAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354449085524575378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Pristina;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" 128=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;OXOX,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Pristina;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" 128=""&gt;tired-of-waiting Jydah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-7403827529812926246?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/7403827529812926246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/7403827529812926246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-still-waiting.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Murphy Script; font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot; 128=&quot;&quot;&gt;i&apos;m still waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/Sk7UVnTD1qI/AAAAAAAAAls/ur6qr4jQ1Ow/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-6136585443528681858</id><published>2009-07-03T15:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:44:20.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>June's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Murphy Script;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" 128=""&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wildstyle;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" 128=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;birthdays...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/Sk7Oh7drM8I/AAAAAAAAAlc/1mDHbIt81x0/s1600-h/IMG_1785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/Sk7Oh7drM8I/AAAAAAAAAlc/1mDHbIt81x0/s400/IMG_1785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354444089283261378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyzah (6th June)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/Sk7OhbI9vKI/AAAAAAAAAlU/-dPQ6Bv42xQ/s1600-h/IMG_1791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 323px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/Sk7OhbI9vKI/AAAAAAAAAlU/-dPQ6Bv42xQ/s400/IMG_1791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354444080606461090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syyah (19th June)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/Sk7OhONZNXI/AAAAAAAAAlM/BCOsHVU2lLA/s1600-h/IMG_1811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 422px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/Sk7OhONZNXI/AAAAAAAAAlM/BCOsHVU2lLA/s400/IMG_1811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354444077135377778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you both have a jolly good year&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/4066843141514122687-6136585443528681858?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/6136585443528681858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/6136585443528681858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2009/07/junes.html' title='June&apos;s'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/Sk7Oh7drM8I/AAAAAAAAAlc/1mDHbIt81x0/s72-c/IMG_1785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-1422429493767725543</id><published>2009-06-19T14:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T15:57:02.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when all comes to an end a little too soon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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/_ThYHtx5IufE/Sk24cu0s5uI/AAAAAAAAAlE/KA2P1QhaxHQ/s1600-h/untitledf.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 456px; height: 33px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/Sk24cu0s5uI/AAAAAAAAAlE/KA2P1QhaxHQ/s400/untitledf.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354138335758313186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Murphy Script;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" 128=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it's okay to smile even if you don't mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-1422429493767725543?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/1422429493767725543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/1422429493767725543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-all-comes-to-end-little-too-soon.html' title='when all comes to an end a little too soon...'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/Sk24cu0s5uI/AAAAAAAAAlE/KA2P1QhaxHQ/s72-c/untitledf.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-5518624237370340785</id><published>2009-06-04T17:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:06:40.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you will always be in my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SifERD-UpaI/AAAAAAAAAjY/t361qcSu6jM/s1600-h/114FF708493E8E1606E7AE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SifERD-UpaI/AAAAAAAAAjY/t361qcSu6jM/s200/114FF708493E8E1606E7AE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343455280301909410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He was my everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He was the only reason that I would smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just seeing him gave me butterflies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And did not want to share him with others....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;However,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that was yesterday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I've learned from it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What matters most is now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the present,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the future can wait,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and if tomorrow never comes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want you to know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that you're always in my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and nothing can change that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SifEo91Q9CI/AAAAAAAAAkA/vC4ExiAPdN0/s1600-h/18571F0B4A0516DAE505BD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SifEo91Q9CI/AAAAAAAAAkA/vC4ExiAPdN0/s200/18571F0B4A0516DAE505BD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343455690970166306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SifERcts6HI/AAAAAAAAAjo/p4pZ7og9E3g/s1600-h/1354EA07493E8D4C02A8AE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SifERcts6HI/AAAAAAAAAjo/p4pZ7og9E3g/s200/1354EA07493E8D4C02A8AE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343455286943082610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SifEo7f2vSI/AAAAAAAAAkI/v0pNZA8IvBE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SifEo7f2vSI/AAAAAAAAAkI/v0pNZA8IvBE/s200/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343455690343496994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SifERgw0AHI/AAAAAAAAAj4/4f8rNxAltZs/s1600-h/15228F03494C9B38CEE504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SifERgw0AHI/AAAAAAAAAj4/4f8rNxAltZs/s200/15228F03494C9B38CEE504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343455288029872242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SifERoRQEKI/AAAAAAAAAjw/il71LhClFmk/s1600-h/12228F03494C9B3AD328BD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SifERoRQEKI/AAAAAAAAAjw/il71LhClFmk/s200/12228F03494C9B3AD328BD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343455290044977314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Micky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SifERWHFVOI/AAAAAAAAAjg/ESs027ZiHbI/s1600-h/470f2e4af0a66%26filename%3D49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 107px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SifERWHFVOI/AAAAAAAAAjg/ESs027ZiHbI/s200/470f2e4af0a66%26filename%3D49.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343455285170492642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-5518624237370340785?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/5518624237370340785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/5518624237370340785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-will-always-be-in-my-heart.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:brush script mt;font-size:100%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot; 128=&quot;&quot;&gt;you will always be in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SifERD-UpaI/AAAAAAAAAjY/t361qcSu6jM/s72-c/114FF708493E8E1606E7AE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-6554510520590035087</id><published>2009-06-01T12:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:57:45.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wishful glee</title><content type='html'>My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;password&lt;/span&gt; was, unfortunately, the very reason why I have not been updating my blog. An option that was always there was to reset it, but then&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; I would have to think of a new password&lt;/span&gt;, and I do not like to think [&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even though I spent almost 95.8% of my time doing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]. Fortunately, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;a fall from fantasy woke me up&lt;/span&gt; and somehow, murmured my password. I know that nothing seems to make any sense now, but&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; just bear with me&lt;/span&gt; or you can just click on the big fat &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on the top right of your screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="jmuOgkLy" title="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"&gt; &lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;" href="javascript:decryptText('jmuOgkLy')"&gt;F.M.E.O&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum told me just now that she saw a&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Leighton &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ad in a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;newspaper somewhere last week&lt;/span&gt;, so I &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;rummaged thorough the piles of newspapers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the kitchen but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Dad didn't buy that particular newspaper&lt;/span&gt;, sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me now mourn sorrowfully in gloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" onmouseover="SPS.commonLayer.pinyin(this, '');" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:brush script mt;" &gt;OXOX;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" onmouseover="SPS.commonLayer.pinyin(this, '');" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:brush script mt;" &gt;no one special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-6554510520590035087?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/6554510520590035087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/6554510520590035087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2009/06/wishful-glee.html' title='wishful glee'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-97380518580573745</id><published>2009-05-01T11:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:48:09.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fazed serendipity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;All is fair in love and war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;that's what they say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"私はいつもあなたの愛が"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;しかし、物事は異なっている&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;失礼しま&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;した&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Sorry was the word but I would never admit that I'm wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;nothing much to blog about&lt;/span&gt; here since I've pretty much had '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deleted&lt;/span&gt;' everything that comes to mind over the past few days &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;to make more space for other seemingly important things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Envy is a disease | Drama is a situation | Love is a parasite | Life is a maze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in life seems so wrong but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;chocolates&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Kleenex&lt;/span&gt; can always make you feel better. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Screaming at the top of your lungs&lt;/span&gt; feels so good, trust me but please &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;don't do it in a crowded place&lt;/span&gt;, someone might call the ambulance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-97380518580573745?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/97380518580573745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/97380518580573745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2009/05/fazed-serendipity.html' title='&lt;i&gt;fazed serendipity&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-3073888182230040551</id><published>2009-04-05T14:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:43:29.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm hungry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:400;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;504&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Birthdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... So&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; how was the cake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/Sesb-zPttjI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/-J8NicoaKoM/s1600-h/DSC02096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/Sesb-zPttjI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/-J8NicoaKoM/s200/DSC02096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326381750017701426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sa Nee-chan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SdhSHRGhMEI/AAAAAAAAAiw/rA-ISdFtoUc/s1600-h/DSC02461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SdhSHRGhMEI/AAAAAAAAAiw/rA-ISdFtoUc/s320/DSC02461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321093244541546562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Hanee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May they have a happy and blissful year!&lt;br /&gt;And good luck for your exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Peace out!&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/4066843141514122687-3073888182230040551?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/3073888182230040551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/3073888182230040551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2009/04/show-encrypted-text.html' title='i&apos;m hungry'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/Sesb-zPttjI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/-J8NicoaKoM/s72-c/DSC02096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-7111363690690089119</id><published>2009-04-04T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:19:01.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't get me started on how stup*D it was</title><content type='html'>Today was one word;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:360;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;BORING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Never get your hopes too high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="XNQ7zTFx" title="U2FsdGVkX1+J3JrKgl26u4Q5pPnrgbgseBpn7AlHOBaGZiNen6FcYiGNV3iDX1MfraXMkqFDlDTJKcxn+OR18B48j2D1D6Yequs6gZLZ24P6W5q5GoZqySgKvopcC+oKMY+eRsyf47yexm+ypIPbWWsRgiS9NCji83cVWbvyo2iLCUOKYHBmOiRSgtcNEq6tS6grD+Pv4KTTMWChQ84ax7sr4q12Bkgm9LMmelwQK8k="&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:decryptText('XNQ7zTFx')"&gt;F.Y.E.O&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-7111363690690089119?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/7111363690690089119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/7111363690690089119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-get-me-started-on-how-stupd-it-was.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;don&apos;t get me started on how &lt;blink&gt;stup*D&lt;/blink&gt; it was&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-9193800536744379557</id><published>2009-03-30T20:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:58:05.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some nights are just better off without me</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 160px; height: 241px;" src="http://pro.corbis.com/images/42-18367426.jpg?size=572&amp;amp;uid=%7B890AA709-B0F9-4FAF-AE28-38522FCF59F7%7D" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Starting &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;from this night onwards I'll be burning the midnight oil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and if you ever see me on messenger at night, just &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;ignore me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before I go, here's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;an update from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shutter Speech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 421px; height: 1327px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SdHMKCpdtNI/AAAAAAAAAio/W9GN--15KVE/s1600/s.bmp" /&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/4066843141514122687-9193800536744379557?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/9193800536744379557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/9193800536744379557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-nights-are-just-better-off-without.html' title='some nights are just better off without me'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SdHMKCpdtNI/AAAAAAAAAio/W9GN--15KVE/s72-c/s.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-2336057992146163768</id><published>2009-03-25T17:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:37:31.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reviews</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 125px; height: 199px;" src="http://img.tesco.com/pi/Books/L/37/9781406310337.jpg" class="sideimage" align="left" /&gt;  This was the book I read and had finished just a while ago. I'd give it a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;3 out of 5.&lt;/span&gt; The book was so-so; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;descriptions were given off well&lt;/span&gt;, a l&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;ot of conversations&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;[I'm not really the type who likes conversations]&lt;/span&gt;. Overall the book was good though I think that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dead Famous' Cleopatra and Her Asp&lt;/span&gt; was better but they are of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;two totally different stories&lt;/span&gt; so I'll &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;just have to put the other book aside and not compare it&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Escape Down the Nile&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 147px; height: 233px;" src="http://www.trendsinternational.com/mm5/graphics/bigImages/9896.jpg" class="sideimage" align="right" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway putting those aside, what I&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; saw lying on the DVD rack of a shop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was another new Barbie production movie; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thumbelina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Sadly though, I &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;didn't buy it&lt;/span&gt; cause &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I thought that I am way too old for those kind of things&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not!&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/4066843141514122687-2336057992146163768?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/2336057992146163768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/2336057992146163768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2009/03/reviews.html' title='&lt;blink&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reviews&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-8661096297716810026</id><published>2009-03-22T19:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:03:05.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm pathetic</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Days and nights passed,&lt;br /&gt;All alone I was,&lt;br /&gt;In that very claustrophobic room,&lt;br /&gt;Talking to myself,&lt;br /&gt;Like someone with multiple personalities,&lt;br /&gt;Though this seemingly poem doesn't rhyme,&lt;br /&gt;And it is full of errors,&lt;br /&gt;This girl here do not give a d***&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two words; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never have I ever in my life felt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;VERY &lt;/span&gt;unproductive,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;*s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;igh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;pretty much have nothing to do ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;ep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt; staring into my phone waiting for text messages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;hat'll never come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I'll be&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; posting up random pictures&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/ScYvy6e6pkI/AAAAAAAAAhg/A5Xeh_6nHJ8/s1600-h/3281740036_4b36048f01_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/ScYvy6e6pkI/AAAAAAAAAhg/A5Xeh_6nHJ8/s320/3281740036_4b36048f01_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315988961896343106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;Try to spot me in the pictures below~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/ScYvzLucbrI/AAAAAAAAAhw/U8XnbfBpCL0/s1600-h/3281961133_5d4840fac8_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/ScYvzLucbrI/AAAAAAAAAhw/U8XnbfBpCL0/s320/3281961133_5d4840fac8_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315988966524874418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/ScYvy1hmQYI/AAAAAAAAAho/v_ckLiFnExA/s1600-h/3282049922_0b0ce12a68_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/ScYvy1hmQYI/AAAAAAAAAho/v_ckLiFnExA/s320/3282049922_0b0ce12a68_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315988960565412226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/ScYvyIlFYqI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/uhxd0g-NEVg/s1600-h/3281293145_190fcfe07e_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/ScYvyIlFYqI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/uhxd0g-NEVg/s320/3281293145_190fcfe07e_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315988948500439714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/ScYvymIstEI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4hsrLb64Ea0/s1600-h/3281043127_347cac7dbc_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/ScYvymIstEI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4hsrLb64Ea0/s320/3281043127_347cac7dbc_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315988956434445378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/ScYuOreZNtI/AAAAAAAAAgo/WUW2FIYigsg/s1600-h/IMG_1585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; 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text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/ScYovVtBGDI/AAAAAAAAAgA/pwQ4BE1qfyw/s320/FRANCOPHONIE+WEEK+Words+for+Tomorrow+Art+Contest.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315981203902371890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_ThYHtx5IufE/ScYmJT7sAjI/AAAAAAAAAfY/D130-0h9gb8/s1600-h/Group-photo-of-Teacher-Advi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 122px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/ScYmJT7sAjI/AAAAAAAAAfY/D130-0h9gb8/s320/Group-photo-of-Teacher-Advi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315978351568749106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/ScYmJsJ53LI/AAAAAAAAAfg/kecmq7S5A68/s1600-h/Her-Royal-Highness-with-sch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/ScYy-r1YbzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/GPkGte3yNoU/s320/Image0530.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315992462657351474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/ScYmKARZYII/AAAAAAAAAf4/-1Yrd__X6YU/s1600-h/ryrahhotjydah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/ScYmKARZYII/AAAAAAAAAf4/-1Yrd__X6YU/s320/ryrahhotjydah.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315978363470962818" 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/_ThYHtx5IufE/ScYmJ0ifjBI/AAAAAAAAAfo/-c-cC0AjdMk/s1600-h/image-upload-13-704964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/ScYmJ0ifjBI/AAAAAAAAAfo/-c-cC0AjdMk/s320/image-upload-13-704964.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315978360321444882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/ScYmKHRjE6I/AAAAAAAAAfw/4OlvVeb89Ck/s1600-h/lobbying-%2863%29big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/ScYmKHRjE6I/AAAAAAAAAfw/4OlvVeb89Ck/s320/lobbying-%2863%29big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315978365350646690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/ScYowDxINWI/AAAAAAAAAgg/i4Xxwb5hWjc/s1600-h/55.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 60px; height: 60px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/ScYowDxINWI/AAAAAAAAAgg/i4Xxwb5hWjc/s320/55.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315981216267646306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sampai disini sahaja dahulu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now that I have something to do, I don't wanna do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&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/4066843141514122687-8661096297716810026?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/8661096297716810026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/8661096297716810026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-pathetic.html' title='&lt;i&gt;I&apos;m pathetic&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/ScYvy6e6pkI/AAAAAAAAAhg/A5Xeh_6nHJ8/s72-c/3281740036_4b36048f01_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-9169251178450029115</id><published>2009-03-21T15:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:25:50.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hot Debate</title><content type='html'>First of all, I would like to wish a very beloved friend a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;May you have a happy and blissful life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;[photo]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;There's suppose to be a photo&lt;/span&gt; actually but since I've &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;been awfully busy and lazy lately&lt;/span&gt; I'll do it next time xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyways, had a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;debate with my twin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this morning, a very &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fiery debate!&lt;br /&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/_ThYHtx5IufE/ScSiJ8OrEKI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/0-GWMIbdDhI/s1600-h/Hot+Debate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/ScSiJ8OrEKI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/0-GWMIbdDhI/s320/Hot+Debate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315551751874220194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;[click on image to enlarge]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;first started out as a compliment&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://cunningly-precious.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;but then, being a girl who &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;owns a dictionary that says no one's as pretty/ adorable/ gorgeous/ beautiful/ cute/ hot/ stunning, so on and so forth, as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I pointed out that&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I AM HOT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sekian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yang Benar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jydah &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Penas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-9169251178450029115?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/9169251178450029115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/9169251178450029115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2009/03/hot-debate.html' title='A Hot Debate'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/ScSiJ8OrEKI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/0-GWMIbdDhI/s72-c/Hot+Debate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-5740851892853525781</id><published>2009-03-20T15:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:42:06.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The D'Anggerek Ladies Guild Dramatic Society Production of Macbeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 335px; height: 475px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_WrP38Xqs7t8/Sb-0AgKGmXI/AAAAAAAAC0s/iqviN67Lzlk/s800/macbeth%20coming%20soon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The D'Anggerek Ladies Guild Dramatic Society Production of Macbeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;comedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and please be aware that this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not the actual Macbeth play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;It is a classic story about a group of ladies who attempt to stage Macbeth as their entry for a Drama Competition. The heavens conspire to ensure everything possible goes wrong, with series of mishaps occurring. But the valiant ladies struggle on regardless, though no one is quite good enough to save the day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;" - quoted from Shutter Speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll be three shows altogether;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Friday night&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Saturday afternoon&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saturday night&lt;/span&gt; (17th Apr&amp;amp; 18th Apr). The play is at Taman Desa Hall, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;6th floor, D'Anggrerek Hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066843141514122687-5740851892853525781?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/5740851892853525781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/5740851892853525781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2009/03/danggerek-ladies-guild-dramatic-society.html' title='The D&apos;Anggerek Ladies Guild Dramatic Society Production of Macbeth'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_WrP38Xqs7t8/Sb-0AgKGmXI/AAAAAAAAC0s/iqviN67Lzlk/s72-c/macbeth%20coming%20soon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066843141514122687.post-4210218657520869793</id><published>2009-03-12T18:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T14:58:04.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C for Ketupat</title><content type='html'>My facebook has been running slow lately &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Having P.B.D, still. Somehow I just &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;can't get the thought of it out of my head&lt;/span&gt; and I am guessing that it is the cause of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;the breakdown of my brain&lt;/span&gt;. It's getting really annoying. My &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;brain is running very slow&lt;/span&gt; these past few days, very slow to the point that when I was asked to name a fruit that starts with the letter &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I answered &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ketupat&lt;/span&gt;, confidently &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another email from Apple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; today and this time it's about a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;talking iPod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_ThYHtx5IufE/Sbj1SS5Sl8I/AAAAAAAAAe4/Sd5TgnWbK4k/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/Sbj1SS5Sl8I/AAAAAAAAAe4/Sd5TgnWbK4k/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312265455142082498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I'll end my post with a picture showing the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;caffeine test result&lt;/span&gt; I got;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/Sbj1Ss52kgI/AAAAAAAAAfA/VhBMZo07SFk/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/Sbj1Ss52kgI/AAAAAAAAAfA/VhBMZo07SFk/s320/untitled1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312265462123762178" 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/4066843141514122687-4210218657520869793?l=mylovemomento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/4210218657520869793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066843141514122687/posts/default/4210218657520869793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovemomento.blogspot.com/2009/03/c-for-ketupat.html' title='C for &lt;b&gt;Ketupat&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Maajidah Mahmud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846929860044947973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/SG2N0Yh7TnI/AAAAAAAAABg/vkPIYF6ziyQ/S220/tree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThYHtx5IufE/Sbj1SS5Sl8I/AAAAAAAAAe4/Sd5TgnWbK4k/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
