<?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-8843737503367817198</id><updated>2011-07-09T01:44:27.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closed Chapter.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-2642607332993945490</id><published>2010-03-11T04:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T04:58:55.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My second Blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I created my second blog.&lt;div&gt;This blog. . . .  ermm. . .  im not using it anymore. Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite messy though. And I hate it. HuHu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you at my next blog yah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sulaloveart@blogspot.com&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chiao!&lt;/b&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/8843737503367817198-2642607332993945490?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/2642607332993945490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-second-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/2642607332993945490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/2642607332993945490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-second-blog.html' title='My second Blog.'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-6016913568400900035</id><published>2010-01-22T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T00:37:25.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fulfill my journey once again</title><content type='html'>Here i am. Stranded at home. Doin nothin. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BORED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facing my laptop f0r 24 hours per day without enough sleep. Im tired of this. I must do something to stop it. Haha. Short-word, Im lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everday i sleep,not at night but in the morning around 4-5 am. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable i could sleep that early. Ngahaha. And i wake up around 11-12 pm like that.&lt;br /&gt;What happend to me? My lazyness  level increase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurm. Must do something.&lt;br /&gt;Aha! How about i continued my study. That will be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Hurm. . College?&lt;br /&gt;Aha! How about PTPL. Wow. Yes for me. And Mom, agreed. I know she mad at me coz i want to continued my study for the third time.&lt;br /&gt;But trust me. This time i never give up on it. Never do the same mistake again.&lt;br /&gt;I will do my best!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gonna fulfill my journey once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuching, Im Coming Soon. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843737503367817198-6016913568400900035?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/6016913568400900035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2010/01/fulfill-my-journey-once-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/6016913568400900035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/6016913568400900035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2010/01/fulfill-my-journey-once-again.html' title='Fulfill my journey once again'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-7070819154072689292</id><published>2010-01-16T02:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T15:06:21.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.Rain. I love you. Hubby. I miss you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey hey! Rain in Miri. Awesome. Don't get wrong ya. Im not mention about the Kpop singer/actor named "Rain".  I know he is hot.  Ooo. And sexaay too. I do like him.&lt;br /&gt;Im a fan of him before. Aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Back to my real  subject here. Ehe.&lt;br /&gt;Im happy today.  No bored at all.  Why? Coz today raining! It so friggin cold outside.&lt;br /&gt;With dark cloud, no sun and really windy.&lt;br /&gt;While in my bedroom, the wind blew into my room. Ahhh~ cold. I love cold.&lt;br /&gt;Im wearing my sweater now. Its really really cold you know.&lt;br /&gt;The best part is when you take a sleep like this time. Satisfied me. Aha.&lt;br /&gt;I love sleeping. My job. aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, im on9 with my dear. Aha. Its really fun. Play the webcam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S1C9kgBTMoI/AAAAAAAAAbM/3fITDqWWyZo/s1600-h/iiii_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S1C9kgBTMoI/AAAAAAAAAbM/3fITDqWWyZo/s320/iiii_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427045985749774978" 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/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S1C-ULtuf3I/AAAAAAAAAbU/0_02T0j0pyw/s1600-h/me+n+tim.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S1C-ULtuf3I/AAAAAAAAAbU/0_02T0j0pyw/s320/me+n+tim.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427046804932689778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see him. He can see me. I Love it.&lt;br /&gt;I miss his face so much. Grrr!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! Miss &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&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/8843737503367817198-7070819154072689292?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/7070819154072689292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2010/01/rain-i-love-you-hubby-i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/7070819154072689292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/7070819154072689292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2010/01/rain-i-love-you-hubby-i-miss-you.html' title='.Rain. I love you. Hubby. I miss you.'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S1C9kgBTMoI/AAAAAAAAAbM/3fITDqWWyZo/s72-c/iiii_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-4371080517725347436</id><published>2010-01-05T18:50:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T01:49:51.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2010</title><content type='html'>Its &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; baby!&lt;br /&gt;Wow.. wow.. wee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. I got new haircut foe this year. And i like my new hair damd much.&lt;br /&gt;My hair rock.  Im &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PARAMORE!&lt;/span&gt; yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Ngegeh ku eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S0Nu7Tw4BPI/AAAAAAAAAYc/XQeDaT9S8Ws/s1600-h/SDC10826_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S0Nu7Tw4BPI/AAAAAAAAAYc/XQeDaT9S8Ws/s400/SDC10826_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423300341480817906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Time goin so fast. 2009 is death. I m going to miss that year. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 (flashback)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January - Jun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Couple wif Clayton from 2006-2009. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nite before gawai- Big big fight wit Clayton. Kenak smackdown. Till now im trauma. Cibai!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August- October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study at segi college and graduate awal. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my 1st time clubbing with cousin and frens. WOW. happy hour :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Break wif clayton on 25th&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;November- December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;At Miri. Bored.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Couple with Timothy. Love Him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S0NvliTD7QI/AAAAAAAAAYk/kFegTbl43sA/s1600-h/Image0181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S0NvliTD7QI/AAAAAAAAAYk/kFegTbl43sA/s320/Image0181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423301066936806658" 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/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S0Nv_hrNQBI/AAAAAAAAAYs/NGgIdLGAx-4/s1600-h/SDC10105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S0Nv_hrNQBI/AAAAAAAAAYs/NGgIdLGAx-4/s320/SDC10105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423301513446244370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S0Nz2_RcKII/AAAAAAAAAZc/xBCJNyiQ_1Q/s1600-h/Image120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S0Nz2_RcKII/AAAAAAAAAZc/xBCJNyiQ_1Q/s320/Image120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423305764818921602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Keluarga Bahagia :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Attend to sis wedding at Melayu Ili. There i meet wit tim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S0N2SHbxXkI/AAAAAAAAAZk/kju-A873jNM/s1600-h/Image145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S0N2SHbxXkI/AAAAAAAAAZk/kju-A873jNM/s320/Image145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423308429889461826" 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/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S0NxQ5yyOMI/AAAAAAAAAY0/v-VkPruZoKg/s1600-h/SDC10146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S0NxQ5yyOMI/AAAAAAAAAY0/v-VkPruZoKg/s320/SDC10146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423302911489882306" 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/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S0NyDE98tCI/AAAAAAAAAY8/u7SkdqrIBDo/s1600-h/SDC10115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S0NyDE98tCI/AAAAAAAAAY8/u7SkdqrIBDo/s320/SDC10115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423303773482955810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S0NyajIa2uI/AAAAAAAAAZE/3FDd2CScXGY/s1600-h/SDC10687.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/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S0NyajIa2uI/AAAAAAAAAZE/3FDd2CScXGY/s320/SDC10687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423304176716929762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is he? Boh salah faham. Im taken already. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S0NzRxyvrvI/AAAAAAAAAZU/gaWuGum7mY0/s1600-h/Image154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S0NzRxyvrvI/AAAAAAAAAZU/gaWuGum7mY0/s320/Image154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423305125545357042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep with Tim. Sex? not ready for fresh candidate. Aha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ngansar k kaki.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drunk drank Jack Daniel. O yeah!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go back to Miri. Cried coz i left Timothy. waaaa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Celebrating New Year! Wow! Fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S0NzEF23GVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/0hYv181dSYU/s1600-h/Image0234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S0NzEF23GVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/0hYv181dSYU/s320/Image0234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423304890413160786" 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/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S0N3u8NoX5I/AAAAAAAAAZs/sc2-7nR4U2Y/s1600-h/Image0233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S0N3u8NoX5I/AAAAAAAAAZs/sc2-7nR4U2Y/s320/Image0233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423310024605196178" 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/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S0N4lgZPu6I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/R_BaoSzReUo/s1600-h/SDC10157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S0N4lgZPu6I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/R_BaoSzReUo/s320/SDC10157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423310962030525346" 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/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S0N5nj5GJZI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/4JdwMCtQkck/s1600-h/SDC10161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S0N5nj5GJZI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/4JdwMCtQkck/s320/SDC10161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423312096840787346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yeay! 2009 is death! 2010 arise. Never forget those memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Family, My husband, Cousin and Friends, I LOVE U GUYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;Goodbye 2009!! Yeeehaa~&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/8843737503367817198-4371080517725347436?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/4371080517725347436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/4371080517725347436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/4371080517725347436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-2010.html' title='Happy New Year 2010'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S0Nu7Tw4BPI/AAAAAAAAAYc/XQeDaT9S8Ws/s72-c/SDC10826_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-970150048598816213</id><published>2009-12-21T01:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T02:22:28.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im sayin Goodbye again. :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/goodbye" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 301px; height: 246px;" src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd284/kid1212_245/goodbye.jpg" alt="goodbye Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Blogger. I will be less less online start from tomorroe.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye FB. I will meet u in my phone. Via clcm SMS, i comin.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye wireless. WAAAA. I miss it. I cant download new song anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wuwuwuwu. SO SAD.&lt;br /&gt;Must be boring ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO LONG. TILL WE MEET AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;PARTY HERE I COME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843737503367817198-970150048598816213?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/970150048598816213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-sayin-goodbye-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/970150048598816213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/970150048598816213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-sayin-goodbye-again.html' title='Im sayin Goodbye again. :('/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-2007909931104060799</id><published>2009-12-19T05:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T05:45:15.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Arts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Syv3J4nWqvI/AAAAAAAAAYM/cw06WQaPy8I/s1600-h/DSC004735_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Syv3J4nWqvI/AAAAAAAAAYM/cw06WQaPy8I/s400/DSC004735_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416694726031485682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My edited Pic. Silly face. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Talking about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;arts&lt;/span&gt;. Yes. I like arts.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; photos. I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; edit it. I love colors. Art is my favorite subject. Cause i&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; create something different than others.&lt;br /&gt;I like being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;creative&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843737503367817198-2007909931104060799?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/2007909931104060799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-arts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/2007909931104060799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/2007909931104060799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-arts.html' title='I love Arts.'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Syv3J4nWqvI/AAAAAAAAAYM/cw06WQaPy8I/s72-c/DSC004735_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-7882747538153057464</id><published>2009-12-18T20:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T02:23:34.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughed and tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laughed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, me, mum and sis went to Hair Saloon. My mum wants to regulung her hair.&lt;br /&gt;I told her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;: Mum, u will be so ugly if u regulung your hair. Trust me. U will look like alleycats hair mom..ur hair is to short ba. .&lt;br /&gt;Your hair will be a habitat for mosquitos and flies.  = ="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the taukenio start to do her hair.&lt;br /&gt;While me and my sis sat on the plastic chair near the door.&lt;br /&gt;Door open.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i saw this dude pass me by. Chinese guy. Cute looking face. Nice hair too.&lt;br /&gt;And he sparkle like a superstar. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I try to look at him. But he look at me back. Oh. Malu saya.&lt;br /&gt;He always staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;U think i dont know ka u tengok saya, ha?&lt;br /&gt;(Mun pasal laki hensem2 tok, juling mata la aku. hee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hour by hour waiting for my mum done with her hair.&lt;br /&gt;Im shocked.&lt;br /&gt;Looking my mom's hair. . .&lt;br /&gt;And i start to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;LAUGHED! HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt; Omg. I told u! U ugly mom. Your hair. . . . &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMgosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look like a grandma. Hafiz AF hair ka? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry mom.&lt;br /&gt;Couldnt stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Adoha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom laughed too. And the chinese dude also laughed when he saw me laughing. Anyway he is cute.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.  XD. Mom, mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Tired. Home work is pain. Errrgh.&lt;br /&gt;Just now we got gotong royong outside my house. Cabut rumput. Play with dirt.&lt;br /&gt;euuwww.  Tired ba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843737503367817198-7882747538153057464?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/7882747538153057464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/laughed-and-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/7882747538153057464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/7882747538153057464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/laughed-and-tired.html' title='Laughed and tired.'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-2379028528192986477</id><published>2009-12-17T21:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:06:44.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trauma came back</title><content type='html'>I was in my room.&lt;br /&gt;Im having a trauma for a minute ago. I supposed to forget about that. But it still play on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Just now Tim ask me a questions about how do i broke up with my ex.&lt;br /&gt;Im shaken to tell him the story. I know it will  remember me about what happend between me and my ex a few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;Im taking a deep breathe and tell him the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to closed my eyes after that. Those flasback tries to hunting me again.&lt;br /&gt;I was crying. Im scared.&lt;br /&gt;And even can't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;But, everywhere i go. . . . It always hunting me. I couldn't run away from it.&lt;br /&gt;To me,this is the biggest &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TRAUMA&lt;/span&gt; in my life that always stick with me forever. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843737503367817198-2379028528192986477?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/2379028528192986477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/trauma-for-minute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/2379028528192986477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/2379028528192986477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/trauma-for-minute.html' title='Trauma came back'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-5539557220047717554</id><published>2009-12-17T17:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:57:28.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/happy%20tree%20friends" target="_blank"&gt;. &lt;img style="width: 339px; height: 238px;" src="http://i485.photobucket.com/albums/rr216/Stavrosqq/HTFpic.jpg" alt="happy tree friends Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Homework is pain!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi tadi aku tido kul 5 pagi. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEBAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  :)&lt;br /&gt;Dan pagi tadi aku bangun kul 8 pagi. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;LAGI HEBAT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingatkan bos aku pi keja. Ingatkan dapat bangun lambat. Tp hasrat tidak kesampaian la pulak.&lt;br /&gt;Suara ibuku yg menjerit nama ku membuat ku manaz pagi2 td. Hish!&lt;br /&gt;Nasibla ibu tidak menyuruhku mencuci pinggan yang begitu banyak td.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, aku keluar dr kamar ku dan mengambil peluang utk menyenyakan diri sebentar.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku menemani ibuku ke pasar untuk membeli periuk sebesar kaki gajah untuk kegunnaan majlis perkahwinan kakak ku yang akan berlansung pada minggu hadapan. Kemudian, aku dan ibu pergi ke kedai baju-bajuan kerana ibu ingin membeli seluar. Bukan seluar dalam. Tapi seluar slack.&lt;br /&gt;Aku juga mengambil kesempatan untuk membeli seluar jean. Dengan melihat riak wajah ibuku itu, aku berkata dalam hati:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Peduli pa mak nganuk. Seluar jean ku ct ajak. Bli la bru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas itu, aku dan ibu pergi ke Market Ikan. Ketika sedang mencari ikan untuk dimakan, ibuku hampir tergelincir. Dan aku terus ketawa tanpa henti. Aku tau aku begitu jahat. Tapi tidak apa. Bukan selalu. Kesian ibu ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba di rumah, aku mencuba seluar yg dibeli ku td.&lt;br /&gt;O SHIT! Aku berkata.&lt;br /&gt;Terlampau sempit la! urrrgggh! Rugi mai ku mli. Damd it! Aku berkata lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Yah. begitula crita ku hari ini. Sekian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh lupa. Aku terasa ngantok dan tertido. At last. . . .  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843737503367817198-5539557220047717554?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/5539557220047717554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/pagi-tadi-aku-tido-kul-5-pagi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/5539557220047717554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/5539557220047717554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/pagi-tadi-aku-tido-kul-5-pagi.html' title=''/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-6335147907104846185</id><published>2009-12-16T13:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T03:38:52.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera  and Mp3 Player, I need You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/camera%20photography" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 263px; height: 230px;" src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg166/grizzlyman730/Schwickman%20Photography/camera.jpg" alt="camera Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want this.  I want this &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;CAMERA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I want it. I will get it soon.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/mp3%20player" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 321px; height: 321px;" src="http://i764.photobucket.com/albums/xx281/infinitebargainllc/MP015.jpg" alt="Mini MP3 Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And I want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;too. OMG!&lt;/span&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/8843737503367817198-6335147907104846185?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/6335147907104846185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/camera-and-mp3-player-i-need-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/6335147907104846185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/6335147907104846185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/camera-and-mp3-player-i-need-you.html' title='Camera  and Mp3 Player, I need You.'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg166/grizzlyman730/Schwickman%20Photography/th_camera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-8626075949633015317</id><published>2009-12-16T13:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T13:12:38.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6uthxUVMcYw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6uthxUVMcYw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS SONG!&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/8843737503367817198-8626075949633015317?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/8626075949633015317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/wedding-dress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/8626075949633015317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/8626075949633015317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/wedding-dress.html' title='Wedding Dress'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-8802190906463624567</id><published>2009-12-16T01:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T04:17:24.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady gaga is sexaaaaay!</title><content type='html'>I was watching this video of Lady Gaga with song called Lovegame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1mB0tP1I-14&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1mB0tP1I-14&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! She so SEXAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;Did u see tat?  Is she naked?&lt;br /&gt;OOOOH. I love her hairstyle when she dance on those stair.  :D&lt;br /&gt;If im a dude, im not watching her sing or danced. Maybe im watching other place. Like.  .  . TuT. .&lt;br /&gt;Look, I know how the guys behavior when the saw the gurls.&lt;br /&gt;Look. They touch Gaga BOOBS! You guys,dude. . .  so Kanji.&lt;br /&gt;Damd She hot.&lt;br /&gt;Did she just kiss the girl?? Euwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting on couch alone and watching it. And i was talking to myself while im watcthing the video clip on Hitz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Omg. Berani mai org putih ngno bju k bkanyak. Manah nda ibuh bebaju skali. Balat mai video Lady gaga tok. Nda gaga ndar ku mdo. Pek ayan ndai meh yo kiruh. Gerenti stim penari  laki k ngau yo nyok.&lt;/span&gt; **watching the dancer . . . . . Tut . . .**&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; dah agak dah. Nang stim. = ="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i just say that?&lt;br /&gt;OH MY! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Urusula, your bad girl. U kanji amai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neh. Nama salah ku kanji deh. Semua mensia bc nafsu ba. Sapa mensia k ndai nafsu nang nda normal yo nyok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843737503367817198-8802190906463624567?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/8802190906463624567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/lady-gaga-is-sexaaaaay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/8802190906463624567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/8802190906463624567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/lady-gaga-is-sexaaaaay.html' title='Lady gaga is sexaaaaay!'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-6414552752598939658</id><published>2009-12-15T03:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T03:28:30.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sha la la la</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SyaRg9KKizI/AAAAAAAAAV8/nwQWHeZMIKo/s1600-h/jremy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SyaRg9KKizI/AAAAAAAAAV8/nwQWHeZMIKo/s400/jremy.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415175597318638386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam sekarang menunjukkan pukul memukul 3.04 pagi.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. And im still awake. Play my Facebook. Chat with my rejected brother in law.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. We both gossiping about my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaa. Im so evil. Say something bad about my sister. muahaha! Bukan selalu.&lt;br /&gt;I dont like your husband later ba sis. haha. I like Jeremy better coz he so funny . . . .  and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid ba you rejected him. Buduh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww. Evil sula. U so evil. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843737503367817198-6414552752598939658?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/6414552752598939658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-all-about-her-and-my-secret-admire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/6414552752598939658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/6414552752598939658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-all-about-her-and-my-secret-admire.html' title='Sha la la la'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SyaRg9KKizI/AAAAAAAAAV8/nwQWHeZMIKo/s72-c/jremy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-5788908675446047379</id><published>2009-12-14T03:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T03:29:12.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelaparan Di  Pagi Hari.</title><content type='html'>Now is 3.2o am.  I went outside and locked the gate.&lt;br /&gt;Creepy. Its too dark outside. My heart beat fast. I ran like crazy people into the house. Afraid if i saw "somthing". . . .&lt;br /&gt;Buyan. Nabes aku.&lt;br /&gt;I feel sleepy and try to close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly  i hear my stomach "Ringing" . .  . .  Damd. Im hungry. Luckily i got junk food to eat.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SyVAFw5QnvI/AAAAAAAAAVU/rMChgAFHBOM/s1600-h/DSC004377.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/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SyVAFw5QnvI/AAAAAAAAAVU/rMChgAFHBOM/s320/DSC004377.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414804594751479538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roller coaster and aik bungai :D&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/8843737503367817198-5788908675446047379?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/5788908675446047379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/kelaparan-di-pagi-hari.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/5788908675446047379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/5788908675446047379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/kelaparan-di-pagi-hari.html' title='Kelaparan Di  Pagi Hari.'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SyVAFw5QnvI/AAAAAAAAAVU/rMChgAFHBOM/s72-c/DSC004377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-8652857018728452919</id><published>2009-12-13T01:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T01:35:45.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got HIV negative :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SyPQfWrJqII/AAAAAAAAAVE/YidAoDjdVK8/s1600-h/DSC004298.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/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SyPQfWrJqII/AAAAAAAAAVE/YidAoDjdVK8/s320/DSC004298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414400414110558338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HIV negative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sister, You got &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIV positive&lt;/span&gt;. You in danger. OMGosh! LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this stamp from the World Vision exhibition about HIV details. Then i saw many people queue at the exhibition maze. I think so. It just look like a maze. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Me and my sis enter the exhibition maze and this people gave us a headphone and mp3.&lt;br /&gt;No song in the mp3, alright. Only a voice of woman tell a story about HIV patient.&lt;br /&gt;We went inside there, a lot of pictures. . .&lt;br /&gt;But its enjoyable. Ha Ha. Macam orang sakai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a hair curling today. And the result how my face look like when my hair curl is like this :&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SyPUFTzEh6I/AAAAAAAAAVM/qESWwAykAJI/s1600-h/DSC004305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SyPUFTzEh6I/AAAAAAAAAVM/qESWwAykAJI/s320/DSC004305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414404364708382626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Xda beza kan? Hoho. Saja jak mok show off :B&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/8843737503367817198-8652857018728452919?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/8652857018728452919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-got-hiv-negative-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/8652857018728452919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/8652857018728452919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-got-hiv-negative-d.html' title='I got HIV negative :D'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SyPQfWrJqII/AAAAAAAAAVE/YidAoDjdVK8/s72-c/DSC004298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-2585616107379790304</id><published>2009-12-12T17:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T18:02:38.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kambing = ="?</title><content type='html'>This morning, my mom and my neighbour went to Bekenu to buy a sheeps. I think. . . .  . or maybe a goats. . . . . =  =" . . .watever la.&lt;br /&gt;Euuw.  . . how gross. Blood everywhere. Tidak tahan the smell. ah!&lt;br /&gt;Bwekkk!&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/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SyNo7UMuq6I/AAAAAAAAAU0/2mhKem93-10/s1600-h/DSC004288.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/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SyNo7UMuq6I/AAAAAAAAAU0/2mhKem93-10/s320/DSC004288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414286545273138082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kesian ko kambing, dahla bebau gik. kenak bunuh lagi. ish2. RIP.&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/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SyNpXrzupAI/AAAAAAAAAU8/cN7O9s9CPMw/s1600-h/DSC004289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SyNpXrzupAI/AAAAAAAAAU8/cN7O9s9CPMw/s320/DSC004289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414287032647066626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Euuuw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mom made a kari kambing just now. Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;Delicious you know. Herm. . . . .talkin about curry, I never heard about Pork Curry la. .&lt;br /&gt;Camne nda rasa kari babi oo. . . . .&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/8843737503367817198-2585616107379790304?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/2585616107379790304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/kambing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/2585616107379790304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/2585616107379790304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/kambing.html' title='Kambing = =&quot;?'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SyNo7UMuq6I/AAAAAAAAAU0/2mhKem93-10/s72-c/DSC004288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-8996315511382538504</id><published>2009-12-12T02:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T03:20:43.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie maker again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e2fe6ec40337db5b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De2fe6ec40337db5b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331268256%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3357DF2ED391A7A8B823DB2EE05709A92C2B665A.688B201B88B043DCE71E069A4666D79A78F5A4C2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De2fe6ec40337db5b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3pI47r8sOFvwsa-mElboa0KUUGA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De2fe6ec40337db5b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331268256%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3357DF2ED391A7A8B823DB2EE05709A92C2B665A.688B201B88B043DCE71E069A4666D79A78F5A4C2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De2fe6ec40337db5b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3pI47r8sOFvwsa-mElboa0KUUGA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi yg gelap, kini masih gelap.  .  .  (lagu Hujan band).  .  . Aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morning world&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;Awal juga saya bangun hari ini. Biasala, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;VAMPIRE&lt;/span&gt; ba.  Kan2?&lt;br /&gt;Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm . . .well, i just uploaded my third video here. I think.&lt;br /&gt;I made this video just for boredom. Xda kena mengena dengan org lain melainkan aku dan krew skru member ctok. Ngeee :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, go and watch la. hehe. Walaupun xbrapa. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;running out of ideas to write something here&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843737503367817198-8996315511382538504?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/8996315511382538504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/pagi-yg-gelap-kini-masih-gelap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/8996315511382538504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/8996315511382538504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/pagi-yg-gelap-kini-masih-gelap.html' title='Movie maker again?'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-4259069312277119427</id><published>2009-12-11T10:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T14:22:04.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aha. Movie Maker. FUN :D</title><content type='html'>Wake up early morning... Ahh..and now my stomach try to "misscall". . . .&lt;br /&gt;Thankx 4 waking me up so early mom. But i will back to my bed and sleep again after you're go for work.&lt;br /&gt;Big chance for me. Aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh.  . . Just now i make a movie u know. Spend my boring time to make this simple movie. And i enjoy doing it.&lt;br /&gt;Go and watch it okay. HEe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-369ab580d890ccb6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D369ab580d890ccb6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331268256%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2AE96E236BE7384545B5F5F26DAD797DCA69A06A.44D0BB3444F3F0ED272E31B87EE9580CFF44F6C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D369ab580d890ccb6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmJIZTs_zmTgm2b_AUTesSQjmej8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D369ab580d890ccb6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331268256%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2AE96E236BE7384545B5F5F26DAD797DCA69A06A.44D0BB3444F3F0ED272E31B87EE9580CFF44F6C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D369ab580d890ccb6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmJIZTs_zmTgm2b_AUTesSQjmej8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lazy&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843737503367817198-4259069312277119427?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/4259069312277119427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/aha-movie-maker-fun-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/4259069312277119427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/4259069312277119427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/aha-movie-maker-fun-d.html' title='Aha. Movie Maker. FUN :D'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-5096006280530478553</id><published>2009-12-10T04:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T04:36:08.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What time is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;OMG! &lt;/span&gt;4 am already ka? !&lt;br /&gt;Wa manyak terer u punya mata ,oO sula. Mata batu ker?  = .=&lt;br /&gt;Here my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;INSOMNIA&lt;/span&gt; comes again. Adoha. Orang lain tdo, aku tok bila lagi mok tdo.&lt;br /&gt;Mok jadi vampire kedak &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDWARD&lt;/span&gt; la rasa.&lt;br /&gt;Cali. Muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Sanggup mengata diri sendiri. ^^ Ngek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya la tek. Ym ngan budak tok. Paul Anchon.&lt;br /&gt;Sik disangka2 nya juak mok takel aku. Ish2. Dasyat d Paul. Awwww~&lt;br /&gt;Why im so popular this recently ho?&lt;br /&gt;Ngegeh nya aku aie. Kenja. ha ha. Just for fun okay?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry la Paul mun aku skitkan hatimu itu. X ada niat ku berbuat begitu. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Aku tok dah single double decker. So sepatutnya aku setia ngau gerek ku ba.&lt;br /&gt;Amat nda jako ku? Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clayton. Yeap. Paul tok kawan clayton sebenarnya. Selalu agai taman nembiak tok.  Hu hu.&lt;br /&gt;Tp ku dgr cita dr Paul mdh Clayton tok main Batu. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bukan batu seremban or batu nisan or batu bata&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Macam ne mok explain oo. Kira mcm sejenis dadah la.&lt;br /&gt;Adodo, clayton Kenak la kw rosakan diri kw mcm ya. Tok mesti sebab aku tinggalkan kw. Sorry clayton, i can't do anything. Accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yawn&lt;/span&gt;) Sleeepy. . .&lt;br /&gt;Tdo tok klak bukan ada apa mok polah. Nasib bosh keja pagi. Dapat la ku bgun lewat klak.&lt;br /&gt;Ngam gilak time tok hujan. I can feel the air outside my window  blow through my skin. And i shivering with coldness. Brrrr~ sejuk eh. But I like. . .Stim ajak asa. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mun laki tauk la aku tyme sejuk nang nya stim aja2. But y the because ho? oopsie~ &lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kanji sulla ya kanji&lt;/span&gt;. Ha Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im off to bed now.  :D&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/8843737503367817198-5096006280530478553?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/5096006280530478553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-time-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/5096006280530478553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/5096006280530478553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-time-is-it.html' title='What time is it?'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-5137946187681705543</id><published>2009-12-06T15:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:34:15.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edward In My Dream??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/edward%20cullen" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 204px; height: 294px;" src="http://i653.photobucket.com/albums/uu260/mim_twilight_nerd/strongedawrd.jpg" alt="edward cullen Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edward &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last nite, while i sleeping. I have this dream. haaaaaah~&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds crazy when i tell you this. This is not real. This is just a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DREAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, okay.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, Edward Cullen was in my dream. I can't believe it at first. But i have to. Like i told you. It just a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "DREAM"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . So don't get jelous for no reason people.&lt;br /&gt;So, I dream of Edward. In my dream, we play "catch me if you can".  = =&lt;br /&gt;Running there running here. We both laughing. He got me. Then something just happend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE KISS ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Lip to lips ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww~ tergoda i~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kanji&lt;/span&gt; you Sula! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds crazy. Tp apa boleh buat dah namanya &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MIMPI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just accept the nature.&lt;br /&gt;What a perfect dream. Haaaa~ :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843737503367817198-5137946187681705543?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/5137946187681705543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/edward-3-last-nite-while-i-sleeping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/5137946187681705543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/5137946187681705543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/edward-3-last-nite-while-i-sleeping.html' title='Edward In My Dream??'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-4106124500358566768</id><published>2009-12-06T13:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T13:54:04.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SxtB6Y70blI/AAAAAAAAAUA/0185LhC6cWI/s1600-h/new-moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SxtB6Y70blI/AAAAAAAAAUA/0185LhC6cWI/s320/new-moon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411991848597352018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Moon :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Im watching this movie last nite. Just bought it from cd shop at Parkson yesterday. Whole of the story, i can say. .&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OKAY&lt;/span&gt;. And sometimes i cant understand some part on this movie.&lt;br /&gt;But i only know that Bella really love Edward. And poor Jacob. Bella left him.&lt;br /&gt;Never mind Jacob, aku kan ada disisimu. I won't let you go. Aha! Ngek. :)&lt;br /&gt;And i hate the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward: Bella, will you marry me?&lt;br /&gt;Bella: ......................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end. Black skrin appeared. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im curious to know what Bella decision. Urggh.&lt;br /&gt;Now, im waiting for next movie, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ECLIPSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. On June 2010. Lama nya mau tunggu. Hmmmm.&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/8843737503367817198-4106124500358566768?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/4106124500358566768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/4106124500358566768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/4106124500358566768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-moon.html' title='New Moon'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SxtB6Y70blI/AAAAAAAAAUA/0185LhC6cWI/s72-c/new-moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-2921069929534312241</id><published>2009-12-05T01:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T01:46:29.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE DANBO!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DANBO! I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CUTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNIQUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SxlIkINxrsI/AAAAAAAAATI/643QE9vN7-4/s1600-h/uu.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/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SxlIkINxrsI/AAAAAAAAATI/643QE9vN7-4/s320/uu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411436212780117698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aaoowww~ how cute! &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SxlItw5jyLI/AAAAAAAAATQ/OrUECw7vv1Q/s1600-h/tt.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/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SxlItw5jyLI/AAAAAAAAATQ/OrUECw7vv1Q/s320/tt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411436378319997106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love This! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SxlIbswWmJI/AAAAAAAAATA/6eG1vNZ8eSw/s1600-h/3369075162_6fd65199f1_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SxlIbswWmJI/AAAAAAAAATA/6eG1vNZ8eSw/s320/3369075162_6fd65199f1_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411436067969996946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look! The twilight books! Awesome. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SxlIKyRsVhI/AAAAAAAAAS4/q7NWaQgZXbM/s1600-h/98086255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SxlIKyRsVhI/AAAAAAAAAS4/q7NWaQgZXbM/s320/98086255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411435777394234898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMG! Damd Cute ba ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SxlIECelsbI/AAAAAAAAASw/vtbuK78Cs3c/s1600-h/da400x255shkl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SxlIECelsbI/AAAAAAAAASw/vtbuK78Cs3c/s320/da400x255shkl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411435661484208562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With E. . . .? Forgot the robot name la.&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/8843737503367817198-2921069929534312241?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/2921069929534312241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-danbo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/2921069929534312241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/2921069929534312241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-danbo.html' title='I LOVE DANBO!!'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SxlIkINxrsI/AAAAAAAAATI/643QE9vN7-4/s72-c/uu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-8165227283780043717</id><published>2009-12-04T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:24:19.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch! Malu :[</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iban Version :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemai td, aku agai taman neman k cdak Ida ngau geng semut ya main. Deden pun ku baik gak. Lagipun time nyak ku adai pengawak. Ambik masa la kak kuar neman k cdak ya. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;Datai jak ba taman nyak, kami semua main jongkang jongket. Aku pun join sekaki juak. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;Apala salah jadi budak kecik kejap.  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sanggup menghina diri sendiri budak kecik&lt;/span&gt;) Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Ya la tu. Mentang2 aku tok kecik.&lt;br /&gt;Umm. Kecik2 pun comel jugak. Hoho.Kan2? ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mengenja jap&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Time main jongkang jongket nyak, ku betundi la ngau anak jiran ku tok tadi. Dlm masa yg sama gak, msj ari Tim datai. Ku on da way kak reply. . .Boop! Labuh ku ari jongkang jongket nyak td.&lt;br /&gt;Dahla indu cina spiak k benung main benda yg sama mda aku. Ado! Malu aku.&lt;br /&gt;Kak pan nda ngagak diri ketawa time labuh nyak untuk kawal perasaan malu ku nyak. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Apa la nasib. Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nyamai asai sulla? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyamai. Asai k gik kak ku labuh. Ilak ku try labuh ari menara KLCC. Asaiku nyadi super dumber girl ku later. Masuk news. Fames ba. Hahaha.&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/8843737503367817198-8165227283780043717?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/8165227283780043717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/ouch-malu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/8165227283780043717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/8165227283780043717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/ouch-malu.html' title='Ouch! Malu :['/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-7889442364805364446</id><published>2009-12-03T22:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:59:28.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do met him? Here the answer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/quotes" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 284px; height: 227px;" src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm22/wonder_lick/Quotes%20and%20Sayings/quote3.jpg" alt="quotes Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How do i met him. Umm. Okay, When i was in kuching, I went to my cousin house after my mum&lt;br /&gt;went back to Miri. She left me alone. = .=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then i stay over with them.&lt;br /&gt;Umm. On the next next next day, after i take a showered, i went downstair, i saw Tim. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;Looking so noob. Muka kesian jak upa. Ngahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually he is my cousin's husband friend. . . first met i didn't talk to him. Coz i know we both nang suka jual mahal. Mun murah mok la aku beli. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;First i saw him, i kinda like him. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;Could that be falling in LOVE? **&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tertelan biji durian&lt;/span&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nge nge puling k utai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(my cousin said that)&lt;br /&gt;You bastard &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;IKAN GONJENG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love for the fourth time? Buat2 tauk jak la... **&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anguk palak&lt;/span&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Okay, how do we falling in love? I love to tell you this. Its really weird.&lt;br /&gt;It start when i leaved Kuching. Since i've been there i never ever talked to him face 2 face or even on  the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Actually this plan was made by my cousin. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHE SO IKAN GONJENG IKAN PUSU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terer kop polah plan. Plan pa gik ko pandei polah? plan lukis kapal?&lt;br /&gt;Actually im quite upset on her but honestly i do like Tim.&lt;br /&gt;I leaved Kuching and went to my longhouse at Betong. After that.. on the next, next ,next, next and next day, Tim suddenly SMSTexting me. Really hairan.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sms him. I knew who did this. My cousin Gonjeng. X habis2 ko buli and menyeksa aku ho. Sampai hempedu ko polah aku kdak ya.  Sob Sob.&lt;br /&gt;After i, or her, sms him, he ask me, or her to be his girlfriend. So i or her accepted it. Weird kan.&lt;br /&gt;Bercouple dalam hp. Jumpa pernah. Tp x penah becakap. What kind a realationship is that?&lt;br /&gt;Couple through phone? Or Simple Love? Ha Ha.&lt;br /&gt;So noob.&lt;br /&gt;Terover Simple ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, We bergerek la. SIMPLE kan? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Bis cita. Hoho. Mlas ku mok taip panjang2.  Chiao!&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/8843737503367817198-7889442364805364446?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/7889442364805364446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-do-met-him-here-answer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/7889442364805364446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/7889442364805364446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-do-met-him-here-answer.html' title='How do met him? Here the answer.'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm22/wonder_lick/Quotes%20and%20Sayings/th_quote3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-3252759868520296495</id><published>2009-12-01T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:09:33.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im a Christmas disaster :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SxUwVOWWo4I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Q8RSosTChdA/s1600/DSC003713.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/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SxUwVOWWo4I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Q8RSosTChdA/s320/DSC003713.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410283668542759810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ho Ho Ho. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; fever is getting near, dude. And the end of the year 2009 will end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HOLLA&lt;/span&gt; to 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will miss my 2009 memories. Miss all the past. Miss my ex too. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shhhh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This 2010, my new life, my new journey will be change. Time to grow up, brothers and sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wish for 2010, my journey of life will be perfect, perfect and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;PERFECT&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This Christmas, im not celebrating it at my home. How Sad. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I and my family will celebrating our Christmas together at my kampung ba. Huhu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And uh, My sister is getting marry after Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wow&lt;/span&gt;. The excited moment will come. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;READY TO GET DRUNK COUSINS! IT'S HAPPY TIME! :D&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/8843737503367817198-3252759868520296495?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/3252759868520296495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-christmas-disaster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/3252759868520296495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/3252759868520296495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-christmas-disaster.html' title='Im a Christmas disaster :)'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SxUwVOWWo4I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Q8RSosTChdA/s72-c/DSC003713.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-2739100390694997538</id><published>2009-11-30T01:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T03:16:44.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Ahad :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/2012" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x270/diadefolga/2012.jpg" alt="2012 Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE END IS NEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just now, i was watching this movie that i bought from the CD shop this afternoon. It &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2012!&lt;/span&gt; Its a doomdays. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IM SO ADDICTED TO IT!&lt;/span&gt; I think i wanna watch it a million times after this. HaHa.&lt;br /&gt;The movie really &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXPLODE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my heart! Im speechless when i saw it.&lt;br /&gt;Wow! The earth really self-destructed by nature.  I can't believed it.&lt;br /&gt;Hermm. Kinda want to know more about the story.  Well, here the web  that i just found just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(http://www.endofthewo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;rld2012.net/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lot of story inside it. Kinda interesting too. The best part is when i read the description about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie really makes me cried. Yeah. I'm cried when i watched this movie ba. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO SAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY?&lt;/span&gt; I saw those people keep saying goodbye to their love one when they know the world will end. And then, i saw the ground shaken, the road started to cracked and split, the city was destroyed, the tsunami... and.. importantly the people's life.&lt;br /&gt;Im &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;SPEECHLESS.&lt;/span&gt; Trust it or not, i still don't know whether it will become real.&lt;br /&gt;Really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCARED&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This afternoon, i went to this shop. The EHL shop. O heaven! The clothes are really cheap! All clothes cost RM10. I wanna&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;SHOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like hell!&lt;br /&gt;I just bought a dress from it. But it cost Rm30. Well, I'm satisfied right now. :B&lt;br /&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SxLHcTJmy2I/AAAAAAAAAPs/AbzqtkbmJA8/s1600/DSC003683.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/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SxLHcTJmy2I/AAAAAAAAAPs/AbzqtkbmJA8/s320/DSC003683.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409605391416216418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SxLGnUvnP5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/uEpAMuNWeVc/s1600/DSC003682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SxLGnUvnP5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/uEpAMuNWeVc/s320/DSC003682.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409604481310998418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mok mengenja jap. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843737503367817198-2739100390694997538?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/2739100390694997538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunday-ahad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/2739100390694997538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/2739100390694997538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunday-ahad.html' title='Sunday Ahad :)'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SxLHcTJmy2I/AAAAAAAAAPs/AbzqtkbmJA8/s72-c/DSC003683.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-2109606253316857993</id><published>2009-11-28T23:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:57:03.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O my dear Luwie, how i miss you this lately.  I unpatient and can't wait to see you soon. Im missing your hug  and the way your lips touch mine. The moment will arives soon dear. Its time to make someone jealous about us. Let show our power of love to them. They will undertands us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now i finish my dinner...breakfast?...dinner? Whatever it is. Im totally hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for my dad to go back home to take us out to eat...Look at the time.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ITS TOO LATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! Lapar macam apa aku tok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tik tok tik tok the clock. The times is near. Christmas will come soon. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH YEAH BEBEH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly i can't celebrating christmas in my hometown coz my sis wedding will be held on the next day of christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NaaaH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care at all. My sis wedding will be a very great moment where the fun and joy begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES O YES!&lt;/span&gt; Cousin, friends, people, We will have a really great time that day! Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;And oh, mum spent &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM500&lt;/span&gt; for the alcoholic drinks. Really lots of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, i received a SMS from my cousin, Awa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awa: Cdak claytn pulai magang kawen idek ilak. Ilak kitai dak Tim show off ngau ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME: Ya ka? Nda ptt eh. Bkani d nemu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awa: Kazen ya k bc gen2 nyak. 20 dec cdak ya dtai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME: Nyok pun nti clayton bc ngau pula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awa: Indai ya sampal pulai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME: Oh! nyak k ngai ku tok.Nti yo datai ilak dpn ya ku  ensium Tim. Hoho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awa: manah meh nyak. nti sduai Tim besium mdh k ku. ku kak mda. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME: Nyibuk aja d nyak. hoho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?! They will come? Adodo. Maka tidak dijemput pun. Tidak know malu they itu. Huh.&lt;br /&gt;I really wish they would not come. Saw my ex again? Urgh. Not again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8843737503367817198-2109606253316857993?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/2109606253316857993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/11/tell-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/2109606253316857993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/2109606253316857993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/11/tell-me.html' title='Tell me'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-6474766616494240712</id><published>2009-11-25T13:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:04:09.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Art :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Welcome to Tymosulla Gallery show! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Watever~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I feel really bored. With the time that i have i was decided to create some Arts. Below are some of my pictures that i took and try to edit it.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SwzTjq6T_nI/AAAAAAAAANs/8NnoF8DfKf8/s1600/DSC003431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SwzTjq6T_nI/AAAAAAAAANs/8NnoF8DfKf8/s320/DSC003431.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407929862332874354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shoe! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SwzTOso5BOI/AAAAAAAAANk/3U90fuKIeEU/s1600/DSC003448_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SwzTOso5BOI/AAAAAAAAANk/3U90fuKIeEU/s320/DSC003448_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407929502019421410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudolph The Rednose Reindeer.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas is near!&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SwzVLzl1ZQI/AAAAAAAAAN8/INydXszBbYg/s1600/DSC003403.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/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SwzVLzl1ZQI/AAAAAAAAAN8/INydXszBbYg/s320/DSC003403.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407931651369297154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Love :)&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/8843737503367817198-6474766616494240712?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/6474766616494240712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-little-art-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/6474766616494240712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/6474766616494240712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-little-art-d.html' title='My Little Art :D'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SwzTjq6T_nI/AAAAAAAAANs/8NnoF8DfKf8/s72-c/DSC003431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-3702722293012171483</id><published>2009-11-20T01:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:02:07.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miri Im arrived! Miss me? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dont Have Any Words To write In here! Just Want To Say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;IM&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Have Found My True Love! Don't Jealous! His better than my ex.&lt;br /&gt;Dear ex, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bubye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Im kicking you out from my life forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SINGLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BUBBYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True Love Welcome. My Dear Timothy. You shined my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SwWGLoqQvPI/AAAAAAAAANc/LCLqiluUvCo/s1600/88826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SwWGLoqQvPI/AAAAAAAAANc/LCLqiluUvCo/s320/88826.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405874462179507442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always want to say;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; YOU VERY MUCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843737503367817198-3702722293012171483?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/3702722293012171483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/11/miri-im-arrived-miss-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/3702722293012171483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/3702722293012171483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/11/miri-im-arrived-miss-me.html' title='Miri Im arrived! Miss me? :)'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SwWGLoqQvPI/AAAAAAAAANc/LCLqiluUvCo/s72-c/88826.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-5967566833224821006</id><published>2009-10-24T03:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T10:58:00.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Happy Happy:))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OMG. I never be happy like this since im with Clayton before. When im with him, something went so wrong. Can't do that. Can't do this. Hey mr, I can take care of myself. I have a brain to think. Not like you. Short-minded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Now you tell me that you feel regret followed the "samseng" group? Who ask you to join them hah?! You know i benci nangga kw masuk ngan geng cdak Tiger ya. Pa faedah kw ikut cdak?? Mok minta burukkan nama family kediri ka?? Tengok la sendiri dolok, kw ya masih kecik ka dah besar?? dah tua2 x pandei mok bepikir panjang! Ya la! pentingkan diri sendiri. Ingat aku mok ka nanga gerek ku "samseng"! WTF la. Then, i decided to break up with him. Can't continued our relationship like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fullstop. Are you happy now?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Totally :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just came back from Rainforest. It Ladies Nite.  SALUTE! damd wow.  Its really happening there. The place where i wanted to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;CLUBBING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; of coz! Ha Ha. Where my happy mood begin to shout!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s289.photobucket.com/albums/ll239/sheela_watever/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image238.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 324px; height: 241px;" src="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll239/sheela_watever/Image238.jpg" alt="Photobucket" 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; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s289.photobucket.com/albums/ll239/sheela_watever/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image289.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll239/sheela_watever/Image289.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;Me.Vie.Erry.Andrew.Mr dJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s289.photobucket.com/albums/ll239/sheela_watever/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image294.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 317px; height: 234px;" src="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll239/sheela_watever/Image294.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; dj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s289.photobucket.com/albums/ll239/sheela_watever/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image285.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 313px; height: 233px;" src="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll239/sheela_watever/Image285.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;Me. Ery.Awa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We were followed by my cousins and their friends. OMG! Really happening giler..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saw them play the snooker too. Saw them drink. Ehem. Im not an alcoholic person okay. I've got gastrick if i take an alcoholic drinks. Say no to IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saw them get drunk! AH! How funny. Make me laughed all the time. Then, wathing the Dj played the Rnb songs, make we want to Dance! I followed them dancing too! WOOHOO! I like~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I say Richie dancing SHUFFLE while he drunk. Haha. Not bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;While we're danced, i look to this chick or "bitch" dancing like..err.. i dont know. Everytime i looked makes me wanna puke.. Gross~ Aiyayai. So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;BITCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With the music non- stop, we're enjoy ourself dancing. My cousin dancing on the chair. OMG! Make me laughed.. Ha Ha. Try to follow that bitch dancing too?? .. haha. Roboh pub kelak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;While i went to the toilet followed by my cousin,  i saw this cute guy looking at me and smiling at me. His a kayanesse. I smiled him back la. Ngee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then we talked. Just for a coupled of minutes. Coz i want to pee. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My heart really pounding. I think i fall in love with him. I dont care if him drunker or smoker. I  like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt; SO CUTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After pee, i went to my sit. haah~ lega. Then we enjoy for more than hours. Very fun time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Around 1:45 am, we stop. All my cousin and friend are drunked. I went to upstair waiting for them. Suddenly this cute guy holding my waist. I shocked. I was him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OMG! My heart pounding very fast. He was drunk also. But still can talked with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nothing talk much. Bla.. bla..bla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When i near him, i feel so warm and so happy. I was thinking " wish you kiss me now i dont care".. haha. stupid thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Im so pity of him that i told him im about to go home. He told me that he want to sent me home. I refused it. Im still scare of people okay. Then i left. With a big smile on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/8843737503367817198-5967566833224821006?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/5967566833224821006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-happy-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/5967566833224821006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/5967566833224821006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-happy-happy.html' title='Im Happy Happy:))'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-3971708558427085844</id><published>2009-10-20T01:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:00:16.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye College. Goodbye Kuching. Gonna Miss it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quiting college. Seems like i make a big mistake in my life. I mean really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; mistake. I thought i could go far. But im stranded on the middle of the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/St0-8Ena77I/AAAAAAAAAMc/i-ASldHVLM4/s1600-h/b2_large.jpg"&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/_JROQ0oAhjeU/St0-8Ena77I/AAAAAAAAAMc/i-ASldHVLM4/s320/b2_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394537130411880370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What have I've done? Am I gonna ruin my own future? What will happen to you? Are do you the right things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those creepy question keep hunting me everyday causing me can't make any decisions . My mouth zipped. And i couldn't answer it.  I was in my own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FANTASY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am no one. I'm not perfect. I have my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;LOVE-LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; suck. I'm easily giving up. I'm weak. I'm just a lonely person with too many &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;secret&lt;/span&gt; inside that no one couldn't figure.  I couldn't believe my own faith either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;LOVE-LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; try to fade me away. I was lost because of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; should exist? Why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; makes people hurts? Why I must have those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;FEELINGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't need all those things. I don't believe in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; hunted me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know me and him couldn't make it trough. Unfair is it? This world so cruel is it? If i have one wish, I wish i could turn back time where all its happened. Where I've done a big mistake onto him. Im sorry for what  I've done. I've destroyed our relationship. There's nothing both of us can't do. One of your side can't accept me. Neither am i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know we both can accept it. But we have too. It for our best. We have to let our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; go and i couldn't say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remembering those memories of you and me. How hurts to remembering it. You take my happiness. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My heart faded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How will i be happy without you? I just can't pretend i'm happy and fake my smile so no one could no how broken and weak am i. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;My life turns black. I couldn't saw any light. Its dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/life%20quote" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 281px; height: 197px;" src="http://i358.photobucket.com/albums/oo28/Artful_S/quotes/life-quote-10.jpg" alt="Quote Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soon, I'm leaving. Leaving my college and leaving this town. I'm going back to where i belong. I couldn't stayed here too much longer. I know i couldn't take care of myself. I always getting sick. I've lost my appetite. Sleep too late. I was stressed and depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Living in a rent room alone..can caused me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;CRAZY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. I couldn't stand it anymore. I need to go back home. I'm suffered enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU'LL NEVER KNOW HOW BEING ALONE FEELS LIKE WITHOUT SOMEONE".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/lonely" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 269px; height: 179px;" src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm22/wonder_lick/wonder_lick_RobotBox1.jpg" alt="Lonely Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I already feels it.&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/8843737503367817198-3971708558427085844?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/3971708558427085844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/10/goodbye-college-goodbye-kuching-gonna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/3971708558427085844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/3971708558427085844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/10/goodbye-college-goodbye-kuching-gonna.html' title='Goodbye College. Goodbye Kuching. Gonna Miss it.'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/St0-8Ena77I/AAAAAAAAAMc/i-ASldHVLM4/s72-c/b2_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-8157613720334152133</id><published>2009-10-13T16:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T17:07:19.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Books.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;WANTED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/StRAp_LRpZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/_58jqOcjuyE/s1600-h/nightworld+1+the+secret+vampire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/StRAp_LRpZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/_58jqOcjuyE/s320/nightworld+1+the+secret+vampire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392005743946868114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/StQ-l_n6VyI/AAAAAAAAAL8/DE0l_LOOdWc/s1600-h/6a00e398cdc33a0002011018224455860f-500pi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/StQ-l_n6VyI/AAAAAAAAAL8/DE0l_LOOdWc/s320/6a00e398cdc33a0002011018224455860f-500pi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392003476324243234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/StQ_twGZjmI/AAAAAAAAAMM/QXdpD_IqERk/s1600-h/night_world_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/StQ_twGZjmI/AAAAAAAAAMM/QXdpD_IqERk/s320/night_world_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392004709107732066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I bought this.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted all that book. Hell Yeah! Nighmare come to me.&lt;br /&gt;Vampire bite me please. Witch, spell on me!&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/8843737503367817198-8157613720334152133?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/8157613720334152133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/10/books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/8157613720334152133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/8157613720334152133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/10/books.html' title='Books.'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/StRAp_LRpZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/_58jqOcjuyE/s72-c/nightworld+1+the+secret+vampire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-2455644022748870849</id><published>2009-10-13T01:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T02:35:09.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Stupid :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Goodnite?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its morning already. A dark morning. He he.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now 1:38 am. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOW&lt;/span&gt;. Still not sleep yet. Thats sound good. Heh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Shhhh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Dont tell my boyfriend i sleep late always. Zipped. I dont want him too much worry about me. Sorry sweetheart. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;L&lt;3ve&gt;. Mwah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This morning i didnt come to Microeconomics class. Study burden me. Cant think and understand. Urrgh! My eyes sleepy. Last nite i sleep late too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was too lazy to walk to the college. I wish i have a bicycle. Only me use a bicycle to the college? Crazy Uh! No way. I dont want that happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Urgh! I cant focus to study anymore. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IM STUPID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, okay?! Im not that clever person. I just have 30% intellegent part in my brain. The others, lost/dissapear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How im going to tell my mom i want to quit my study? Should i pretend i took an exam this december and fail then tell her i dont want to take exam anymore for excuses the payment is too expensive??? O God. What have i done! I can't save myself. My future is ruin. Im ruin it. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really regret it now. I feel quilty to my mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"Im sorry Mom. I know u will mad at me. I cant really do this anymore. I want to quit. Im sorry i waste your money. Later i pay you back. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;( wish i could use this word to talk face 2 face with her. EEEeee..~ takutnyer aku! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When its time, I will tell her everything. Ready kena bom atom.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="sqq"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;“Tomorrow will give us something to think about”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To think what?? I think everyday ! Til my brain explode?  urggh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/8843737503367817198-2455644022748870849?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/2455644022748870849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-stupid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/2455644022748870849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/2455644022748870849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-stupid.html' title='Im Stupid :('/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-958549389832336396</id><published>2009-10-10T14:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T15:17:38.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im So Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Hello bloggee.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Its been a week, I mean.. More than a week! urgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My laptop was sent to shop for repair. LCD broken. It took so long to repaired. Promised finish in 1 week. More than a week, still not done yet! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CIBAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Macam2 alasan cdak nya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So i took my laptop back.Still with the LCD crack. HUH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For more than a week i didn't do nothing. Without my laptop, Im really bored to death. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;NO WAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I need my laptop..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Bloggee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yesterday, My mom going back to Miri. Im &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALONE&lt;/span&gt;. I was crying that day saw them leaving. Hurts to say &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOODBYE!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then, my lil bro saw me crying. He oso crying. When i hold him, i try to let he go but he didnt. I was crying and crying. I hugged him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then, they left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/alone" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv197/brittanyconaway/ALONE.jpg" alt="home life Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;IM SO ALONE :(&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/8843737503367817198-958549389832336396?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/958549389832336396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-so-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/958549389832336396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/958549389832336396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-so-alone.html' title='Im So Alone'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-2976843437147496672</id><published>2009-09-26T00:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T02:01:18.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's 12:51 am. And im not sleeping yet.  Biey warned me already. Do not sleep past 1 am. In case, I will kena lecture. But i don't want to tell him that. Takut saya~~&lt;br /&gt;Need to do something. What else? Im going back to Kuching tomorrow. Packing my clothes and put in the bag. :'( &lt;br /&gt;A sad moment. What a short break. Only a week. Not enough ba. I wish i could have a school break 3 years or forever. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LoL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No more school la kalau itu macam.  I know i will cry a lot tomorrow coz im leaving my hubby.Scare me. (sob..sob..) I really don't want too far away from him. I really love him. I know i couldn't survive without him. Coz without him my life will be more complicated. I don't want that happend again. No. And never.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(SHOCK) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. i got visitor coming just now. Tetamu tidak diundang. Aiyer~&lt;br /&gt;Take a look. who was it.                   &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/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Srz0oHpHlaI/AAAAAAAAALc/6vTWSI6qLVg/s1600-h/Pixca1254.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/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Srz0oHpHlaI/AAAAAAAAALc/6vTWSI6qLVg/s320/Pixca1254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385448224511727010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Its a..............frog???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;where the hell are u coming from?? I closed the door already. Ruang pintu bawah kecik macam mana lu masuk? Im blurrrrrr~    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiya. Disturbing my mood saje. &lt;br /&gt;Last nite, dear phone called me. Not kinda interesting topic to talked actually. Its all about his business. what else? About fight with other people la. No need me to tell to much details okay~ non of us business. Muahahaha! &lt;br /&gt;Talked talked talked.. bla bla bla.. and i keep listen to what he said. Really annoyed me. I hate listen to that.  Because i love you, i listen la, ho. Har Har. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Im totally in love with you, Biey. I will happend forever. Is it?&lt;br /&gt;How awful. Im going back to Kuching tomorrow. It doesn't feel uncomfortable at all. Im leaving you here. How hurts it is. I couldn't stop crying. Looking at the mirror and saw my eyes like a fishball. Im raining heavily my own. My chest really damd hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks biey, for always be with me this whole day. The simple moment that i really makes my life more happy.&lt;br /&gt;Remember what we're doing today. Watching Titanic together. Romantic giler we tadi. Then, i dye your hair. A chestnut colour. Pandai nya aku pilih kaler~~&lt;br /&gt;I help you straighten your hair. Sorry for pulling your hair that hard~~ Oooopsie.&lt;br /&gt;Then, i cook ayam goreng and kacang panjang for you. Then having lunch together. I knew you like my ayam goreng. Delicious kan Biey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nyaman kan ayam goreng aku kan? kan?..hee hee&lt;br /&gt;Biey : Auk. Nyamai tai panduk bini Biey.. hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Biniiiiiiii~ weh weh..hui.. hehe. (laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the compliments Cyg! Love you so much. I will cook for you again next time. No worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 5 pm. Back from Dublin house. Biasa la lepak jap.. Biey sent me back home. I feel really sad. I was tried to cry that time. But i hold it. That was the last time i saw him and the last time i kissed him. OMG! This feeling ruins me. :'(&lt;br /&gt;Just finished packing all stuff. I cried a lot. Cried like mourning on someone. I cried about for 4 hours until Biey asked me to called him. Then i called him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation details&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biey: Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello. **cry**&lt;br /&gt;Biey: Namahal nyabak deh~?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nda mu~~&lt;br /&gt;Biey: Badu nyak gik arr.. ku pan nda nyamai asai.&lt;br /&gt;Me: .............**quite for a moment**&lt;br /&gt;Biey: Ni baju b deh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tok~~ bok ditu~~**cry**&lt;br /&gt;Biey: Baik nn tindok?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Auk arr~~&lt;br /&gt;Biey: Thank u auk. Nama tai dah dbri nn agai aku. Nn mli rantai k ku, nn dye buk k ku,nn transfer kredit agai aku. Thanks auk.&lt;br /&gt;Me: **Cry hardly**&lt;br /&gt;Biey: Ku nemu, nn kak balas bru nama tai gagak ku agai nn subak. Ku nemu nn kak berubah nyadi manah. Amat kan?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Auk~&lt;br /&gt;Biey: Thanks auk.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Auk.~~&lt;br /&gt;Biey: B, nyemak aku k ndai bok dunia, maksud ku, ndai bok dunia tok gik la. Nn amat2 sayau k ku kan?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Auk arr~(Y you say like dat?)** cry**&lt;br /&gt;Biey: Sekirala ku ndai, nama pilihan nn. Nn amat2 sayau k ku. Nn ngau aku ka ataupun nn teruskan hidup.&lt;br /&gt;Me: **pikir 10 minit** kak ngau nn~**thinking about the Titanic. "i jump, u jump"**&lt;br /&gt;Biey: Maksudnya nn kak bunuh diri la?&lt;br /&gt;Me: **quite**&lt;br /&gt;Biey: Nti nn amat2 sayau k org nyak kan,nn mesti teruskan idup. Nti nn ngau aku, nn nda ulih agai alam aku. Phm nn?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Auk~&lt;br /&gt;Biey: Badu gik nyabak. Bah. kak tdok ku. Jimat k nn pgilak. Ang tdok laun. Limit nda tauk limpas kul 1. Nn danuk ku nn. Ninggo?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Auk~~ ninggo (sob..sob..)&lt;br /&gt;Biey: Bah. Cyg hny. Msj ku pgilak auk. transfer kdit pgilak.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cyg b gak. Auk ar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation off. I stop cried sudah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the clock. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AAOoh~&lt;/span&gt; 1:56 am. My bus is about 6:10 am. I better off to sleep now. I dunno how do i feel tomorrow. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PENAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuching, here i come back. :'(&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/8843737503367817198-2976843437147496672?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/2976843437147496672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-1251-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/2976843437147496672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/2976843437147496672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-1251-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Srz0oHpHlaI/AAAAAAAAALc/6vTWSI6qLVg/s72-c/Pixca1254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-2248321893084131457</id><published>2009-09-23T12:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T13:12:01.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hour :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;Yesterday, i went out with my dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;Poor sis kan~ i couldn't accompanied her go to my aunty house. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SORRY ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday kan, me and my dear went to Parkson Megamall. He want to buy a necklace.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at the shop...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Bakatok meh rantai kak d beli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;*mouth open*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Apu! manah gik rantai ukui. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;wah! jahat my mulut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;) brapa harga nyak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;* show the price tag*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt; RM49 (smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Aiyo! Murah mai nyak deh~ RM4.90. Masuk buku 3 lima auk, b? hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;I gave him the money, then he went to paid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Thanks auk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt; *do muka manja*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Kenangan ba.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Hek eleh. Heee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;*with my evil smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;Then, we went to Boulevard to repaired my laptop. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;OMG!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;just got cracked in the screen cost RM750!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;WTF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Separuh daripada harga laptop ya!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;URH!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then called my mom, and talked about that. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Mak, RM750 knak ngadu k screen nyak. Bekeni deh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;APOO~ nda ibuh adu nyak diak, Pulai kuching ilak ngadu k. Engka bc murah mimit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Arite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to Imperial mall. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;Haha. I bought The sim 3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY !&lt;/span&gt; Happy that it could not be played! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARRRGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, then kan.. we went to Taman Selera. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ahhh~~ those beaches~~ How i miss it! we were walking. Playing.Holding our hands. Hugging. Kissing in the public (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i hope no one noticed&lt;/span&gt;). How i love the moment. Never forget that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SrmrkstThkI/AAAAAAAAAKM/kpjXMbMDUNU/s1600-h/Pixca1130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SrmrkstThkI/AAAAAAAAAKM/kpjXMbMDUNU/s320/Pixca1130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384523476462962242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;= =" mcm budak kecik jak upa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SrmsDJeS3xI/AAAAAAAAAKk/fz_-pFs8DFA/s1600-h/Pixca1126.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/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SrmsDJeS3xI/AAAAAAAAAKk/fz_-pFs8DFA/s320/Pixca1126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384523999580708626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Srmr65J64uI/AAAAAAAAAKc/etQOQougM7w/s1600-h/Pixca1127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Srmr65J64uI/AAAAAAAAAKc/etQOQougM7w/s320/Pixca1127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384523857761329890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Srmrq1MCXjI/AAAAAAAAAKU/z1tOdu33SSE/s1600-h/Pixca1136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Srmrq1MCXjI/AAAAAAAAAKU/z1tOdu33SSE/s320/Pixca1136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384523581818560050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thinking of what dear?&lt;br /&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/8843737503367817198-2248321893084131457?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/2248321893084131457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-hour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/2248321893084131457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/2248321893084131457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-hour.html' title='Happy Hour :)'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SrmrkstThkI/AAAAAAAAAKM/kpjXMbMDUNU/s72-c/Pixca1130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-6465422016336896963</id><published>2009-09-21T23:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T00:45:12.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIRI IM HOME! MISS ME? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SretOD8Ch9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/mKqoCSfUiXc/s1600-h/photography-2.jpg"&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/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SretOD8Ch9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/mKqoCSfUiXc/s320/photography-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383962336631621586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidae time!! KRINGGGGG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just 4 a week :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;X besh alu! bg la 3 tahun cuti ka. Har Har :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Glad i came home. Haaaaaaaah~ feel more peace. Can smell my room again. How stink it is~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How i miss my bed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just arrived yesterday. Used a Borneo bus.. my butt hurts. Ouchiey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Minta urut my dear later.&lt;/span&gt; Hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Supposed to arrived around 6. But, the bus broke down at Batu Niah and have to wait another bus. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;OH HOW WONDERFOOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wait about an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Arrived at home around 8. Aiyaiyaiyai~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Really tired. Plus i got a fever and cough. Damd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Poor me kan?~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haaaaaah~... really miss my bed. And miss my dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday i met him. Give him a kissed and hugged.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH. HOW I MISS HIM! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Really miss ur face, ur touch, and ur kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;ARRH~&lt;/span&gt; How gila me~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How happy i am can see you again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SYG NYA BAH &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843737503367817198-6465422016336896963?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/6465422016336896963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/09/mir-im-home-miss-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/6465422016336896963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/6465422016336896963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/09/mir-im-home-miss-me.html' title='MIRI IM HOME! MISS ME? :)'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SretOD8Ch9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/mKqoCSfUiXc/s72-c/photography-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-6004439855722075399</id><published>2009-09-15T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:40:53.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Har Har Har :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ha ha ha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My stupidity level increases! Ha ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Alrite. Stop laughing like a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;monkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, Ursulla~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yesterday, Something funny happened. You know kan, I was ready to go to college. While i packing my beg, i saw a mineral water on the table. Actually, i was too lazy to refill my bottle with water. Coz im in hurry anyway~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So i took the mineral water and off to college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Arrived at the college. Walk on stairs to level 3. Room 303 i think~Enter the class. Sit and learning. Ha Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When break time. Hah! Exhausted. Take my mineral water and drink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;*glug*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me: (= =") what just happened? Why the taste are different? What kind of water i drank just now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG! ITS LANGKAU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; ( A.k.A arak putih, nemu d?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;* Smile alone*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I hope no one noticed me why im smiling alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then i go home telling my mom the story, She laughed til death~ OMG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Its your fault &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;MOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay thats happened yesterday. And today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Taking my Marketing subject. Learn unit 4 about MANAGING MARKETING INFORMATION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tahu ker? = ="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Trust me.  I really don't understang the meaning. Even when the lecturer explain it, my brain go spinning without stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I hate to say this. Assignment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;DAMD HELL SHIT !%#$%@#*&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Punyer la susah giler! Im death!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was thinking, how will i do the assignment alone. And oso the presentation. What should i present??Urgh! Sorry Mom, my mistake to take the wrong course. Theres no other way to quit from it, rite?  But i will tried my best mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;**sob..sob**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;God guiding me lord. Give me strength to complete my assignment. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843737503367817198-6004439855722075399?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/6004439855722075399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/09/har-har-har.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/6004439855722075399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/6004439855722075399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/09/har-har-har.html' title='Har Har Har :)'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-4259406550962984526</id><published>2009-09-10T14:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T15:47:01.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight + Defend = Sacrifice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/black%20and%20white" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i341.photobucket.com/albums/o366/anhanh_2008/white%20and%20black/B23.jpg" alt="qua &amp;amp;#273;&amp;amp;#432;&amp;amp;#7901;ng Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stare out my window. Look at the trees. I was thinking if i could be the tree. If i wish i could be the tree, i wish i could be the tree at the backyard of my Leon (not real name) house. Why? Cause i can't go far apart from him. I want to be with him every single day.&lt;br /&gt;When im with him, i never think to look at another men. Thats it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My life complete&lt;/span&gt;. Coz i got him already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care people talkin shit infront, left, right or even at the back of me. Coz that is not important at all. No reason cause i hate em. Sbab ku anggap their words ya ribut ba. Do i look care about that? Sorry naik lori la. Pa ku peduli. .If aku terasa or sik ka pa salah? Semua manusia berhak terasa ba. Ya Tuhan cipta perasaan manusia kedak ya? Am i right? Mun salah, ya korang punya pasai la. Harhar~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday is coming soon. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MIRI, IM COMING HOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 week holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Tidak sabar rasanya~ I can't wait to meet him. Really miss him a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843737503367817198-4259406550962984526?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/4259406550962984526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/09/fight-defend-sacrifice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/4259406550962984526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/4259406550962984526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/09/fight-defend-sacrifice.html' title='Fight + Defend = Sacrifice'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i341.photobucket.com/albums/o366/anhanh_2008/white%20and%20black/th_B23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-4564907100000525034</id><published>2009-09-08T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:11:42.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today, i attended my first class for subject Marketing. Dahla aku tok demam gik. I've been forced my mom to attend the class. I rather die in that time. Damd. Banyak ketinggalan subject~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Haih. Lot of chinese student. Urh! Tension gue~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Only me the bumiputera one. =3=.. creepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Suddenly.. some of this word came out from miss catryn. The lecturer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;She say about the presesntation. OMG! What presentation?? Im new student here, hellow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Scare me~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Urh! what should i do? what should i do?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Glad got no assignment for this week. Got technical problem. Nasib2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well. At least i can catched something that i had learned today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Chinese student make me creepy~.. seram sejuk aku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Arghhh!&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/8843737503367817198-4564907100000525034?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/4564907100000525034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-i-attended-my-first-class-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/4564907100000525034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/4564907100000525034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-i-attended-my-first-class-for.html' title='Urh!'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-3130205472752642308</id><published>2009-08-25T23:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:56:08.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Sitting.</title><content type='html'>What?! I have to take care of him! Make a milk, Shower him, Sleeping him, change his diapers, throw his poop! euww! Urhh~ Please make me cry!&lt;br /&gt;Suffer! Choked and die, Please~&lt;br /&gt;O damd. I hate do that. Im not ready to be a "mother". Kids? Stay away from me!&lt;br /&gt;Damd u lil bro! U are totally a MONKEY! Urrrgh! Im so tired because of you!&lt;br /&gt;kacau sana, kacau sini! Hissh! MONYET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat a stupid college! need to pay again! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PENALTY?!&lt;/span&gt; Fuck off! RM50! Urgggh! u guys didnt tell me all the details about the college! SHIT! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PAYUI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Y all private college like that! Class just only once a week? urgggh! Manah nda iboh skul skali..Rugi ngapa!&lt;br /&gt;Stupid College! Just now u give me the name tag. kan bodo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday~&lt;br /&gt;i fight wif my boyfriend. Duhh~ Whats my false, babe? is it wrong that i try to make u happy? Its my "credit" to call you. Not yours. I told you rite, if i tell u, u say wrong. If i didnt tell you, u oso say me wrong. Wat do you want actually babe? Tell Me. I need to know. I dont want to force you anymore. I love you so much~ Damd love you and miss you. I accept ur forgiveness babe. I know you love me. :)Thanks babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I LOVE MY SAYANG, ALWAYS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843737503367817198-3130205472752642308?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/3130205472752642308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-sitting_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/3130205472752642308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/3130205472752642308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-sitting_25.html' title='Baby Sitting.'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-8009341444588864458</id><published>2009-08-20T03:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T23:49:27.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Na..na...na...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Oh.. today having a good time~&lt;br /&gt;Still awake at this time... tick tock tick tock~ watch the clock..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ArrrH~ 4 am.. Nice Ursulla.. keep it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! 4 a.m~ didn't sleep yet. It will repeating again soon. Gladly tomorrow no class. What a boring.&lt;br /&gt;As usually. Writing my blog here. Crapping here crapping there. Huuh~ Just 4 fun isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Just now, my uncle and her wife took me for a walked to the MBKS. Actually i dunno where it was. Kuching? DUUH~&lt;br /&gt;How im supposed to know. Uh!&lt;br /&gt;We go there by motorcycle.  It take 2 trip to go there. My uncle sent her wife and her daughter first. Then im the last.&lt;br /&gt;The place where we went to is not quite far away from the place where we live. How great!&lt;br /&gt;After arrived, i can see many stall selling a food, drink and many more. Just like "pasar tani" except didn't selling a fruit and vegetable.&lt;br /&gt;Then..We went to the Garden Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEEESH~ how awewsome. The landscape touch my view. Damd! Beauty. I try to take my own photo but to crowded with people so im giving up. To shy. Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;But i just took this pic.&lt;br /&gt;I took this pic here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SoxeMshbHrI/AAAAAAAAAIo/5pcHF68I2Ks/s1600-h/Pixca0387.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/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SoxeMshbHrI/AAAAAAAAAIo/5pcHF68I2Ks/s320/Pixca0387.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371772027748949682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Haih! The light disturb the view. Cannot see clearly. Sorry yah~&lt;br /&gt;Really nice park. Really nice place for date. Haha. Sadly, i dont have any date. &gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hate GAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Euuw~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843737503367817198-8009341444588864458?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/8009341444588864458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/8009341444588864458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/8009341444588864458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh.html' title='Na..na...na...'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SoxeMshbHrI/AAAAAAAAAIo/5pcHF68I2Ks/s72-c/Pixca0387.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-6651552241338757960</id><published>2009-08-19T01:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T03:53:17.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day class :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At last~ Something that i wish for so long time... Came true. Ahhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Nerdy Nerdy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; here i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COME&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im now in Kuching. I continued my study in Segi College. Nice campus :)&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, is my registration for August intake. Everything doing so far so good.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. After all the registration and the payment are complete. Now, lets talk about the accommodation of the college.  Mom talked to the admin about the accommodation/ hostel for me. Quite expensive also.&lt;br /&gt;Talk talk and talk~ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Fullstop&lt;/span&gt;. Then, this lady came. My mom told her whether we can see the hostel first. Then the lady nodded. And we followed her to the hostel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arrived at the hostel~ = =".. Puting beliung pun datang~ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woooosh! woooosh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;OMG!&lt;/span&gt; Its amazing &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HORRIBLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Euww! Who want to live a place like that. I rather &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHOKED &lt;/span&gt;myself and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIE&lt;/span&gt; on the spot! I live in the jungle is better.&lt;br /&gt;I just keep my mouth shut. I saw my mom face, I knew she don't want me to stay in that kinda place. I can read my mom thoughts. Its dirty and really disgusting place i ever saw.Plus, the room is shared with the boy rooms. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom still discovered around the hostel. And me. Could not watch it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly my mom told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Kak d bilik tok ursulla? Nyu baka nama~&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*Thinking.*&lt;/span&gt; Nodded. ( How stupid i am = ="..Uh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom still think about it first. Not comfirm yet.&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the car. Mom called my uncle and tell him wether the place where he live got a room 4 rent or not.&lt;br /&gt;Thank &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;GOD!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My uncle told her tat got a room for rent in his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hostel? Boleh Blah! Bye Bye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place where my uncle live is not far from my campus. It takes about 5-10 minute if i walked from my uncle place to the campus. Nasib baik dekat~hmm~ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday is my first class in Segi College. Doing so fine. Meet new people. Hee~&lt;br /&gt;Kinda have fun with it. Yeay! Totally be nerdy.. aha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843737503367817198-6651552241338757960?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/6651552241338757960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/6651552241338757960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/6651552241338757960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-class.html' title='First day class :)'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-6250422280824524076</id><published>2009-08-12T02:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T05:37:46.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy no reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/color%20splash" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i616.photobucket.com/albums/tt244/fruitypututirainbow/LOLLIPOP.jpg" alt="lollipopp Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1 more day left before i moved to Kuching to further my study. Today, Suddenly i feel happy. No reason why. Crazy? Indeed i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thinking back what i was doing last nite is really crazy and insane. Drink a beers and get drunk, punch a wall. &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ouch! HURTS! Damd It!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And cried hardly like a person who are going to die. I dunno where the hell i am that time.&lt;br /&gt;When i look back in the mirror, i saw myself turned into someone else. Someone who lost their identity. Empty. Without nothing inside in their life. Feel weak, unhappy and hate.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i didnt know what just happened to me last nite. Possesed? Think it twice, maybe No.&lt;br /&gt;Or Depressed? Think twice, Sure is.  Its really insane and crazy and idiot things that i had made in my life in this whole Damd Week. Im suffer enough.&lt;br /&gt;I feel really guilty that i make my ex come into my life again.Like parasit that sneak out into someone life. If i know he is not single, I won't took him back. Cause it will  make me hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Now. Look. What just happened to both of us. We both suffered. We both hurt. I thought taking him back will make everything's okay. But it gave both of us like a disaster. Like tsunami.&lt;br /&gt;Now. I dont want to think about what happened last nite.  Really idiot i am. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must have love? Love just hurting peoples heart. There are lies and unhonest. My lovelife sucks! You know what. I dont have any feeling to be in love with anyone else.  I dunno why. Coz, i only got my ex. Hmm~&lt;br /&gt;I dont care what people talking shit behind me about why i still wanted my ex back .. Look like i care?? I just follow my heart. But am i doing the right things?&lt;br /&gt;I dont really know. I just know that i am stupid. = ="&lt;br /&gt;Just now i called my ex. Im happy to heard tis part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me: Are you happy :)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biey:&lt;/span&gt; I am happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me: Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biey:&lt;/span&gt; Because i can be with you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me: (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;) ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I knew it!&lt;/span&gt;) If i change my number do you want me to tell u my number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biey:&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suddenly mad&lt;/span&gt;) You have to! Are you trying to throw me after you find me! What happened to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me: (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scared&lt;/span&gt;) Im just asking. I didnt meant to throw you again after i found u. I didnt want to lose you...~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really mad. I got no idea to say. So i just listen to what he say.  But i think 4 sure. He never ever gonna believe me. Naaah! Zipped my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Just now i delete my Friendster and my Facebook. Uh! Will miss em.&lt;br /&gt;Now, Its time to think whats good. Clear all my bad thinking and my bad feelings. Deleted. Its time to start a new life. Life that i always want to live with it. My future.  Study!Heaven Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Love will be my second. No need to rushed in life. I wish i could be a success person and be myself just like today. I wish i could be the happiest and craziest person ever.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Congrats to me! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843737503367817198-6250422280824524076?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/6250422280824524076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/08/merinsak-idup-ku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/6250422280824524076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/6250422280824524076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/08/merinsak-idup-ku.html' title='Happy no reason'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-8382249462404143970</id><published>2009-08-07T00:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T03:50:53.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is the Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is it. This is the time. i could not hold it any longer. Im tired for looking other colleges to study.&lt;br /&gt;Give me headache saje~&lt;br /&gt;This evening i just received an application form from Segi College.  I took a course in Diploma in Businness Management. Kinda hard for me to choose that course.  Just now i called my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Mom, i just received a application form from segi college. I take course about Business managent. Can I, mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt; Business management? Got any other course than that? You take that course its difficult for you. U can't calculate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*1+1=2 2+2=4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;. Mom, I dont want to take nursing course. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*I know i love science to much(think again)&lt;/span&gt;. But i want to take this course also mom. The intake will be held on this 17 august.  I want to book a ticket to Kuching next week. Maybe leave on 15 august?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt; Okay then. Depend on you. But dont try to give up on your study again like yours Open University.  I dont want that happend.  15 August? Got early than that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Errm. Got. But its to expensive. 15 August got RM117 for Air Asia. And MAS like RM154. So  how mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt; Book the early one . Book on Thursday. Early is better.  Ask your sister or your dad too book it for you. No. Ask your dad to buy a ticket for you. Understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;  Yaya. Understood. Later i tell him. Thats it mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt; Bah..Bah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Goodbye greeting&lt;/span&gt;)  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;= ="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. I didnt tell my dad about the ticket coz he's not home yet. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drink Addict Person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Huh~&lt;br /&gt;What i do just wait for him to arrive. But i thing that i know for sure. He come home and he drunk~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back my good mood! :)&lt;br /&gt;- The End-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843737503367817198-8382249462404143970?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/8382249462404143970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-journey-will-begin-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/8382249462404143970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/8382249462404143970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-journey-will-begin-soon.html' title='This Is the Time'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-4502845723168822324</id><published>2009-08-05T01:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T02:02:10.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today and Today la</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Snh3kiRLGeI/AAAAAAAAAH8/o25dpERqPKc/s1600-h/IMG6151-01_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Snh3kiRLGeI/AAAAAAAAAH8/o25dpERqPKc/s320/IMG6151-01_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366170425569778146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here i am still "alive".. waiting to "die" and "alive" again in the morning.  Now I feel sleepy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today Im really enjoying myself suddenly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Crazy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Aha. I am crazy. Crazy in loneliness. But its ok. I dont mind at all. Like i care? Na'aah~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As usual, I open my "toptop".. duh~ my laptop name. ( =  =" ) Go in to my facebook and sign in my msn looking for someone to chatting with. Then i found one. RotRot. Haha. Always there waiting 4 me. Haha. He always make me laughed till my tummy explode like a bomb. Then i die. HaHa .LoL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We sharing our stupid thought together. Haha. Glad i could know him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My brother in law came to my house this evening to take my sister stuff to send to her. He had flight to catch to KL to meet my sister. While i play with my "toptop".. suddenly my "brother in law"... not yet brother in law actually..my second sister boyfriend, gave me a money . Not much. Just RM150 only.  But i appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Im really suprised when he gave me the money without be notice by my older sis. I try to reject it. But money.... Haiya... Desperate for it. Without feel any ashamed, so i took it.  I smile at him with shy. Then i say thank you to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Actually, im supposed to give RM100 to my older sis. He ask me to give her too. But i didnt. Haha. I didnt give her the money at all. Cause i really dont want it. Haha. Sorry sis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Desperate for it. Need to buy something with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Poor Jaxwell.~ U and my ex are very closed friend b4. But now u two got in fight with each other?  My ex starting this problem first. Jax told me. He say my ex isl ike to mad,hypocrite, ego and selfish. Didnt care much about his own friend. Think about himself. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMGDNESS~&lt;/span&gt; I can believe my ex is changed already. Real bad ex. Glad i forgotton him already. Didnt care about him anymore. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really?&lt;/span&gt;)*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im Babbling again&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But i always support Jax. He is indeed right. Just stand at ur own foot.. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One day, U will see Kton. What u had done to our own friends including me.  Wait and see. U will regret this time. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;feel like i hate him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; = =" *&lt;/span&gt; Stupid me!&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/8843737503367817198-4502845723168822324?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/4502845723168822324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-and-today-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/4502845723168822324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/4502845723168822324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-and-today-la.html' title='Today and Today la'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Snh3kiRLGeI/AAAAAAAAAH8/o25dpERqPKc/s72-c/IMG6151-01_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-6592294266221747936</id><published>2009-08-02T04:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:25:52.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncontrolled Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/stress%20emo" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d38/iluvdogs93/Stress_by_millifrosch.jpg" alt="fuck Pictures, Images and Photos" 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: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;Here i do it again. Again, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. Its about 4.23 a.m. I really dont know what will happend to me if this habit keep repeating again and again. Its turn to my nightmare already.  I failed to controlling myself from late sleep. I really feel tired this few days. I didnt have enough sleep. 3 to 5 hours? Hell no! Its still not enoughed. I know dad will scold me cause i late to wake up. Almost everytime.  I tried to stop being this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INSOMNIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; things. I know it will effect my health. I hate being sick. Just like want to kill me. I never do this before since Clayton still have relationship with  me even that time i have a laptop to played. Now i have my own laptop. And i addicted to it. Online for sure. Its just sent me like a virus to my life. Then started to make my life really miserable. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Uncontrolled Life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Life?&lt;/span&gt; Whats life is all about? Should it be this hard? I dont get it. Just now, I sms with my friend name Walter. I pretend that im not in the good mood that that. Actually im happy. Haha. Stupid is it? I told him that i really still cannot let my ex go. I still thinking of him everyday everynight.  Then he told me that he has the same problem with his ex too. But life must go on. There will be someone out there will waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for me? I wish that was not you walter. Haha. Yeah. You're right. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Life must go on&lt;/span&gt;. I told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny. Since im with my ex i never felt this happy. Hurm. My life become more wild than it use to be. Really.&lt;br /&gt;Since i got this&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"VIRUS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; its makes my day more brighter. Threw my boredness away.&lt;br /&gt;Then some fun appear. Facebook .Facebook is really cool. I got many friends in there. . Just now i play the chat box in the facebook . I chat with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ah boy known as The Chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Then, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Wayzer The Carrot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Gregory the Tapir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Moses the Duck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Larry The Dumd Dumd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Biku the Krekky&lt;/span&gt; and more.&lt;br /&gt;Nice name maker i am. haha. U guys make me go nuts. Haha. Glad to know u guys in there.&lt;br /&gt;Especially Larry. I dont know what happened to u when u chat with me just now. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unnormal person&lt;/span&gt;. Ur behavior really unawesome and freak.  U always say this word "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pa ka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" again and again. I dont know what ur brain made of..Really dont understand you. Susah ada manusia macam tu. Huh. = = "&lt;br /&gt;Letih aku layan karenah korang......!&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;Thats all for today. :)&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843737503367817198-6592294266221747936?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/6592294266221747936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/08/uncontrolled-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/6592294266221747936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/6592294266221747936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/08/uncontrolled-life.html' title='Uncontrolled Life'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-2427935379381224903</id><published>2009-07-30T01:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T02:14:32.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babbling~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Damd! Im awaked! I sleep about 10.02 pm. I thought its morning already. Then i looked at the clock still 12.43 am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;What the~ What the~~Shut up! Gosh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I thought i could sleep more longer like usually before.  I really don't know whats make me wake up.  Because of my stomach hurt? Naaah. Huh~ Susah ini macam. = =".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;insomnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. I think~  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I try to get sleep again. I closed my eyes.  Suddenly my love history appeared in my minds. I try not to opened my eyes. Then all my love story flashback get into my mind. I can see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;my ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; face. The way he laughed and smiled. The way he touched, the way he hugged me and those kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Arrgh~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; when will i washed away all that damd things in my head..? &lt;/span&gt;wish i could&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;formatting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my brain again.  Its really haunting me. I couldn't stop thinking of him.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I knew i still love him damd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;much.&lt;/span&gt;  I can't stand this anymore. So Im awaked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If i get onto my bed again, the same thing will happened. Thats why i have to sleep a lil bit late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its my habit already. How should i do with it~~Tell me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Urgggh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; duh~? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, im nothing to do much. Writting some of my thoughts in my blog. Listen  to Praise and Worship songs. Makes me really calm and peaced.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Love God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ooh! ooh! Today i met my best friend Hui Foong at the parkson. While she eat the waffle. Damd i miss her. She looking pretty. Really miss her. &gt;_&lt;&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/8843737503367817198-2427935379381224903?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/2427935379381224903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/07/babbling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/2427935379381224903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/2427935379381224903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/07/babbling.html' title='Babbling~'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-2204172616944442316</id><published>2009-07-26T18:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:24:08.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am i ready yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Smw7qelDeCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/wX6UlRbdUpw/s1600-h/raining-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Smw7qelDeCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/wX6UlRbdUpw/s320/raining-1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362726857240442914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Blogee.&lt;br /&gt;Today is a really Sunday boring. I forgot to go to church today. Forgive me God.&lt;br /&gt;I slept very late last night. Maybe around 4.10 in the morning like that. I think so.&lt;br /&gt;I break the record. Sleep in the morning everyday. Like vampire. Whatever~~.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around 11.30am like that. Maybe. I'm still sleepy at that time. My dad woke me up because he want to take me to eat at the 2020 cafe. Really famous cafe though.&lt;br /&gt;We always eat there. Ha ha. Beware if you see me there. Ha ha. Naaah~~&lt;br /&gt;I oso got a great news. U know what? I just received an SMS from my best friend, Tessa. Thank God i had her. She SMS me send my ex new phone number. I glad i found it. My ex use Celcom. I knew it from the beginning he will use Celcom. He told me before.&lt;br /&gt;Well, what should i do with his phone number? I'm not ready to text him to tell the truth. Im really nervous. I don't want to keep this pain forever. I want to let him know how i am feels right now. But I don't know how. I really scared to face it. Please Help Me God! Give me strength to face it. Urgggghhhh~~!&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843737503367817198-2204172616944442316?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/2204172616944442316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/07/am-i-ready-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/2204172616944442316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/2204172616944442316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/07/am-i-ready-yet.html' title='Am i ready yet?'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Smw7qelDeCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/wX6UlRbdUpw/s72-c/raining-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-1604548187170057023</id><published>2009-07-26T01:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:19:11.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood break time :)</title><content type='html'>Ola Blogee..&lt;br /&gt;I have a great fun today cause i can go out and take a walk to the mall. Parkson actually.&lt;br /&gt;Well. Sis invited me . So i joined her. Not only us. I got my Aunty also to joined us too.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing do much actually. Me and my sis just follow my aunt to see some clothes. Then my aunt told us she want to try the jeans. She off to the fitting room.&lt;br /&gt;and we're wait. Im kinda think crazy a bit suddenly. So i went to the fitting room. Then i go check it out. WOW! Awesome Geeshh! Nice fitting room. The funny is.. this is my first time to get in that fitting room. Sakai! Watever!&lt;br /&gt;Very large space. Maybe can take my whole family sleep at that room. = ="&lt;br /&gt;Mirror! Im really addicted to mirror. Really nice fitting room. Without wasting my time, suddenly my ideas poked me. So,i take my own picture. Tadaa! = ="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SmtHUhGxSaI/AAAAAAAAAHI/f9vrEn9gqz8/s1600-h/IMG5506-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SmtHUhGxSaI/AAAAAAAAAHI/f9vrEn9gqz8/s320/IMG5506-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362458199124429218" 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/8843737503367817198-1604548187170057023?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/1604548187170057023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/07/mood-break-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/1604548187170057023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/1604548187170057023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/07/mood-break-time.html' title='Mood break time :)'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SmtHUhGxSaI/AAAAAAAAAHI/f9vrEn9gqz8/s72-c/IMG5506-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-3817277669213392469</id><published>2009-07-22T03:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:55:47.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Unfaithful..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SmYhnjzLfSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gurJiFBALNU/s1600-h/Drawn_wallpapers_I_am_so_Lonely_007284_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 406px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SmYhnjzLfSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gurJiFBALNU/s320/Drawn_wallpapers_I_am_so_Lonely_007284_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361009369939672354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Im  so sick being like this. Why all this must keep repeating the same thing? Why it doesn't want go away from my head? I breakin my brain out. I dont even know what i should do to stay away from this dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im really depressed. Its really hard to forget someone who we really love for such a long time. A person that i really really love. A person who really really care about me too much. How should i forget all his kindness and honesty for what he had done to me until he willingly sacrifice something that can't be doned by other peoples. He is the only one person that really care me and love me too much like no one do. Im really touched. I feel whole of my body paralyze. I didn't know how amazing this love would be. Cause i never feel falling in love like this before in my whole life. Really! Cause i didn't know how to love someone before. Thats true.&lt;br /&gt;When he appear in my life, then i knew what love is. He teached me everything about it.&lt;br /&gt;Love is beautiful, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dFI9xdGptBI&amp;amp;color1=0x6699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dFI9xdGptBI&amp;amp;color1=0x6699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, since his gone, i never see him again. Never feel his love again. About a month already. I cannot SMS or call him anymore. He changed his phone number. Im really sad.  I really wish i could see him just once. This dilemma will after me if i didn't see him. I try to find him. But in the end i know i couldn't. Im giving up to find him. I cried alone in my bedroom. Thinking of him, thinking of his face. The way he talk to me before. Thinking the way he touch and kiss me. I cried badly. Then I ask myself, am i doing something right? or am i too stupid that im still loving him and think about him everyday? until when? Oh Lord. What should i do to stop this?&lt;br /&gt;Im really desperate for him. Really need him on my side again. But i know i would not be happend.&lt;br /&gt;I really miss him. Honestly, i never stopped thinking about him.  I dreamed about him every night. I know i still love him. But do i have to? Should i? I guess i dunno what the answer is. Only God knows how much he so mean to me. Like the Revd. say. "leaved and Forget all the bad things that he had done. stop think about it. Its already happened.Think of his goodness that what he had done to you. That come from his pure heart and his soul. And not to willing to hate him cause it never have the ending. But must love him cause he belong to God too". I love to heard his word. Really make me relief.   I feel peace. No hate but love.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to hate him b4 . But sometimes i changed my mind in a minute tried not to hate him.  This is what i call hate but love.  I still remember his word. He say he will looking 4 me.  But he didn't. Then why now Im in hurry to look after him?  I wish i could say that i will always waiting for him. But how long? will i made it? or will i don't.  I know, i have to accept this test of life. But i always giving it up. Feel like i cannot continued my life again without him. I think im a loser. Failed to achieve something in life. What should I do with this life God?  Im so weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8843737503367817198-3817277669213392469?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/3817277669213392469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-sick-being-like-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/3817277669213392469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/3817277669213392469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-sick-being-like-this.html' title='Life Unfaithful..'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SmYhnjzLfSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gurJiFBALNU/s72-c/Drawn_wallpapers_I_am_so_Lonely_007284_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-4795214170832621236</id><published>2009-07-18T20:29:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:28:55.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeay. At Last!</title><content type='html'>Hello mr blogee.. me again :)&lt;br /&gt;Well.. what should i write huh?...&lt;br /&gt;Ok..&lt;br /&gt;Today me and Sophia going out. We go to Parkson. Herm. Y Parkson? = ="&lt;br /&gt;Never Mind.&lt;br /&gt;I acompanied(is it correct) her to Popular bookstore to buy something.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. So lama u Pia..ehe. Sorry for babbling.. :P&lt;br /&gt;So i left Pia with her friend. While i go to somewhere else in the shopping complex  looking for somethings that i want to buy.&lt;br /&gt;Walk alone....like crazy person.. = ="&lt;br /&gt;I go to the second floor. Suddenly i saw my schoolmate. O my gosh! Its been so long i didnt see him.&lt;br /&gt;His name is Edrin. Ya! My buddy last time.&lt;br /&gt;Then I also met this guy name Izzat. herm. Not quite sure that his name. HUH!&lt;br /&gt;Could not remember his name la. Then i met with Nora. Also my Schoolmate. WAH!&lt;br /&gt;Miss Them. TADAA! Its my new jeans! = ="( Sha Gua..Ehek.)&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/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SmHJlqkkFOI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/yZZj3ctgV6g/s1600-h/IMG5306-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SmHJlqkkFOI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/yZZj3ctgV6g/s320/IMG5306-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359786680467592418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My New SKINNY JEANS! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Haha! Sorry for my crazyness here. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeap! My new skinny jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Honestly i never use skinny jeans before. But when i wear it, i feel like im new person. I can see my own bodyshape and my butt also. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;SO HAPPY LIAO!:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;p/s: Sorry 4 my broken english once again. I dont know y my english is poor. :( Dont ignored it ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8843737503367817198-4795214170832621236?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/4795214170832621236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/07/yeay-at-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/4795214170832621236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/4795214170832621236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/07/yeay-at-last.html' title='Yeay. At Last!'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SmHJlqkkFOI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/yZZj3ctgV6g/s72-c/IMG5306-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-2675269759983724630</id><published>2009-07-16T18:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:48:14.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Boring...</title><content type='html'>Hello blogee..HmmmH~~&lt;br /&gt;Im so boring today.. got nothing to do.. haiyer.&lt;br /&gt;Why must be boring hah?!.. Damd hate it!&lt;br /&gt;To let myself not be boring, i go sit outside of my house eating my "Longan". (= =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Sl8ENKg4qMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jjAOcrtzo1U/s1600-h/IMG5182-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Sl8ENKg4qMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jjAOcrtzo1U/s320/IMG5182-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359006705801275586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ermmmm~ Yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Sl8E4T0-ktI/AAAAAAAAAGI/WIYlppHf144/s1600-h/IMG5177-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Sl8E4T0-ktI/AAAAAAAAAGI/WIYlppHf144/s320/IMG5177-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359007447035843282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me eating Longan.  = ="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i told u.. so damd boring. Huh....~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843737503367817198-2675269759983724630?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/2675269759983724630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-boring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/2675269759983724630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/2675269759983724630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-boring.html' title='Im Boring...'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Sl8ENKg4qMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jjAOcrtzo1U/s72-c/IMG5182-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-9122590559832410118</id><published>2009-07-06T04:42:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:28:26.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Habits. Haiyer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SlEVRq7HKUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/OuVKBgAvlA0/s1600-h/IMG4223-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SlEVRq7HKUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/OuVKBgAvlA0/s320/IMG4223-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355084825244412226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are u looking at? O_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ok. Its about 4.41 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Huh. So stupid i am. Just want to Korek  my biji mata already. If u ask me y....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I cant sleep... Haiya. Tats y..  =..=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Its already become my habit sleeping this late. If i have a boyfriend, i will sleep earlier. Wakaka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Thats truth oo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Now im still single. Whos want me anyway. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Wait God sent me one. Hehe. Hope the good looking one. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Now u see. No boyfriend i will sleep late. Until i really cannot sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yaya. My eyes open for 24 hours. I wish anyone could Cucuk my mata so i can sleep. Haiyo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Pecah record me already. wakaka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Imagine if this time i go to work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Apooo! i think my eyes like Panda already. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Now im very sleepy. Stupid. Morning can sleep. Nite cannot sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Better i become Dracula next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Eat "Lobak" blood. haha. Can oo? Ur still my big bro oo. Go bully u again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ur face scary me too much. Wakaka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Bring me nitemares saja. Haiyer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Dunno how to stop dis habit. Im addicted to it ba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Damd it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8843737503367817198-9122590559832410118?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/9122590559832410118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleeping-habits-haiyer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/9122590559832410118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/9122590559832410118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleeping-habits-haiyer.html' title='Sleeping Habits. Haiyer.'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/SlEVRq7HKUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/OuVKBgAvlA0/s72-c/IMG4223-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-1374415357912892328</id><published>2009-07-03T16:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T16:59:35.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone &amp; Boring =.=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Huhhhh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Quite sunyi my house today. Ya la. Me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Alone&lt;/span&gt;. Grrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Want to invite frens. How?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;They working. huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Damd bored. Got nothing to do. Just play on my laptop this whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Play the YM stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Lucky i got frens to chit chat with. Hah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I tot i could go to limbang today. But mom didnt want me to go with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;yaya. Got some money problem actually. Poor mom.  She has to pay all my cousin n nephew plane tickets include herself n my dad and sis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But its ok. they can pay it back later. Nga..nga.. nga..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Herm. Now. What am i suppose to do.....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Grrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;play online again? Too bored ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;BORING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;.Ursulla.&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/8843737503367817198-1374415357912892328?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/1374415357912892328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/07/alone-boring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/1374415357912892328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/1374415357912892328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/07/alone-boring.html' title='Alone &amp; Boring =.='/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-7528652654082461668</id><published>2009-07-02T02:26:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T04:24:27.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He is My past.My memory.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CLAYTON &amp;amp; URSULLA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Sku1zpvpZXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fPGJdcsaWH4/s1600-h/IMG376-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Sku1zpvpZXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fPGJdcsaWH4/s320/IMG376-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353572481043621234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He is my past. Everyday im missing you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know we're looked cute when we together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We also make our own dream together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I really wish our dream come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now. Everythings gone. All Gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We have to let go each other. I know we're not meant to be 4ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're right. We're just like Romeo n Juliet story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Both parents disagree with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But we must continued our life right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now, u're not here beside me. And i dont know where u are rite now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now. Im glad that i could forget you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its for our good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But i always remember you for what u hve done to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanx 4 ur honest. Thanx 4 take care of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanx 4 loving me like no one could love me like u do.&lt;br /&gt;Thanx 4 always be on my side. Thanx 4 making me laughed.&lt;br /&gt;Thanx 4 making me happy. And Thanx 4 Everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I always miss you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Sku2uBzdnQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/SjBf7L7rUHY/s1600-h/ynl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Sku2uBzdnQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/SjBf7L7rUHY/s320/ynl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353573483934489858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.WILL MISS HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Sku2pbUxreI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EZq7a_ZXB_w/s1600-h/yyyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Sku2pbUxreI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EZq7a_ZXB_w/s320/yyyy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353573404885757410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.MY LOVE STORY ENDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Sku2fGpxPPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Nx_Y6F4eFUU/s1600-h/mehim4ever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Sku2fGpxPPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Nx_Y6F4eFUU/s320/mehim4ever.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353573227537972466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I always needed time on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never thought I'd need you there when I cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the days feel like years when I'm alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the bed where you lie is made up on your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you walk away I count the steps that you take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've never felt this way before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything that I do reminds me of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the clothes you left, they lie on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And they smell just like you, I love the things that you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We were made for each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Out here forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know we were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All I ever wanted was for you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything I'd do, I'd give my heart and soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;This lyrics are meaningful to me :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Sku2acKrbbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/b2_uJlrLirY/s1600-h/1_730622124lhh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Sku2acKrbbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/b2_uJlrLirY/s320/1_730622124lhh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353573147413802418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" WHEN IM WITH HIM I AM THINKING OF YOU."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20.02.06-29.05.09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;.Ursulla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8843737503367817198-7528652654082461668?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/7528652654082461668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/07/he-is-my-pastmy-memory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/7528652654082461668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/7528652654082461668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/07/he-is-my-pastmy-memory.html' title='He is My past.My memory.'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Sku1zpvpZXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fPGJdcsaWH4/s72-c/IMG376-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-1183692402965658810</id><published>2009-07-02T01:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T02:25:04.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Love You Aunty :'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me and my family just lost our beloved relative. She is my aunt. I really  dunno her name.&lt;br /&gt;but we called her Jessy Mom (Indai jessy).&lt;br /&gt;When mom called my dad phone.. my mom voice turn different.&lt;br /&gt;Then i knew something when wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Then dad said to me.. She gone. Im shocked!&lt;br /&gt;I know she sick.&lt;br /&gt;I dont believed she's gone and leave us tat quick.. :'(&lt;br /&gt;I could not stop my tears from falling. I still don believed she not "here" anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Im really  badly sad..&lt;br /&gt;Me and my family decide to went her house tis saturday to Limbang...&lt;br /&gt;Im really speechless.&lt;br /&gt;We really dont believed she's gone...&lt;br /&gt;really dont believed it.... :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/jesus%20christ" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i475.photobucket.com/albums/rr120/MissNikki_21/christ.jpg" border="0" alt="Jesus Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Saints of God, come to her aid!&lt;br /&gt;Come to meet her, angels of the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;Receive his/her soul and present her to God the Most High.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;May Christ, Who called you, take you to Himself;&lt;br /&gt;may angels lead you to Abraham's side.&lt;br /&gt;Receive her soul and present her to God the Most High.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Give him/her eternal rest, O Lord,&lt;br /&gt;and may Your light shine upon her forever.&lt;br /&gt;Receive his/her soul and present him/her to God the Most High.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Let us pray: We commend our sister, (Indai Jessy) to you, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Now that she has passed from this life,&lt;br /&gt;may she live on in Your presence.&lt;br /&gt;In Your mercy and love, forgive whatever sins he/she&lt;br /&gt;may have committed through human weakness.&lt;br /&gt;We ask this through Christ our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Aunty.. we will always remember you in our heart forever. We will always love you and Miss you. May You rest in peace with the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843737503367817198-1183692402965658810?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/1183692402965658810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-love-you-aunty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/1183692402965658810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/1183692402965658810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-love-you-aunty.html' title='We Love You Aunty :&apos;('/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-149260236990936398</id><published>2009-06-24T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:18:38.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Waa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Long time didnt write ma blogee. So Malas me already. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;huh! This lately. .My life is boring. And lonely too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Heart Broken also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yeap. Me and Bie (my ex) already broke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;After the incident tat has happened on me and my ex. my life really change. Ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Best word says.. IM FREE! Yeay! but still im not in the good mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Every nite.. Thinking about him(my ex). I dont know why. Like i still care about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ya! Im too stupid thinking tat monster. Huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Huh! I wish someone took a hammer or rock and knock harder onto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;my head so i could forget everything about me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Thinking of him make me go crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Maybe its hard for me to forget about him for 3 year we've been together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;ARRGH!  I really want to forget about him. Huhu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Please God! Do Something!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;me. Ursulla&lt;/span&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/8843737503367817198-149260236990936398?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/149260236990936398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/06/depressed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/149260236990936398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/149260236990936398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/06/depressed.html' title='Depressed!'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-869771675729294590</id><published>2009-05-27T23:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:38:22.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Going Clubbing At Kampung :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hello Blogee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;This whole week im having a holiday at kampung. Ya! Gawai celebration. Im waiting for my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Tuaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Im so excited. So, i have to leave my blogee just for a week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;So sad :(. Well. Thats all. To all dayak people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Selamat Hari Gawai Gayu Guru Gerai Nyamai. Happy Gawai 2009!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; OOOhha~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C ya Later :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Lots of Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ursulla :)&lt;/span&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/8843737503367817198-869771675729294590?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/869771675729294590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-going-clubbing-at-kampung.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/869771675729294590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/869771675729294590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-going-clubbing-at-kampung.html' title='Im Going Clubbing At Kampung :)'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-4448127820535553973</id><published>2009-05-25T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:11:15.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerdy. Here i come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Last saturday im having my first class/sem. at "mini" university called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Open University Malaysia (OUM)&lt;/span&gt;. We had 3 session for each class. I dont want to mention what the session is or look likes. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Every session will be given about 3 hours. Long trip.Haha. But for me it wasn't enough to study. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;For my course which a Dip. In human resource, i just have to attend class about once a week in every Saturday. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imagine? How to study?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Its very challenging to me. How to focus if the timetable like that? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Urrgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Honestly, Im really disappointed and regret at myself cause i choose that school. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;REALLY. :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;But its too late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I don't know what im goin to do this time. Im really blur right now. Urggh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Thinking about the lesson~ Thinking about the assignment~ Thinking about the exam!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;AARHG!!! PECAH PALAK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Sabar.. sabar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;take a deep breathe Ursulla..... o_0?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;OOOkaay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Im really happy that i have met a new friends. One of my friend from Sabah. Ermm. Good looking person. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;SHHH~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;He's already 23 y.o. Too old or too young? Im fun friend with them. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I must have them if i have any problems about my study. If not... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Gila aku!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Thank God u have sent them to me.!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;p/s:  I dont know what im babbling here about. o_0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843737503367817198-4448127820535553973?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/4448127820535553973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/05/nerdy-here-i-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/4448127820535553973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/4448127820535553973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/05/nerdy-here-i-come.html' title='Nerdy. Here i come!'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-8695211073003276598</id><published>2009-05-17T13:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T14:26:06.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk Time</title><content type='html'>Last nite. Im alone in my house. Turn on the techno music &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;LOUDLY&lt;/span&gt; till my neighbour could heard it. Maybe they wonder what im up to. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;NAAAH.&lt;/span&gt; Who's care? dance like stupid person alone while drink my Baileys. Imagine that im went to clubbing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;While im drinking my Baileys, I invited clay and his friends, Leong and Jaxwell to come over. Im really bored that time. How awfull theres are no beers. =..=&lt;br /&gt;Then, i left my home for a moment and follow clay and his friend going somewhere that... i dont know. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friend bought some &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;''alcoholic cofee''??Coffeebuck??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;never heard about that things. Taste like &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;''Langkau''. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we looking for a  place where we can drink. And we found one not far away from SMK Taman Tunku school. Im not drink that ''coffee''.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly,  its raining. And we went back into the car. And looking for another place where we can 'Lepak'.&lt;br /&gt;His Friend Jaxwell and Leong went to the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt; Casanova Club/Pub&lt;/span&gt; to bought some beers.&lt;br /&gt;And then we leave and went to the explanade.&lt;br /&gt;So, we are drink the beer. Clay doesn't want me drink to much. So, he let me drink finally.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. We all drunk. haha. What the best day i ever had. (DUhhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;p/s.:How awfull i forgot to took a picture. Huuhuu. Sorry ya. For my broken english here. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Live&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Laugh&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ursulla&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/8843737503367817198-8695211073003276598?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/8695211073003276598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/05/drunk-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/8695211073003276598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/8695211073003276598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/05/drunk-time.html' title='Drunk Time'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-8105377048020175716</id><published>2009-05-13T18:58:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:13:05.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give You Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This morning, about 8 am, dad sent me to the Education Office for interview as a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"Pembantu Pentadbiran"&lt;/span&gt;. More than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;200&lt;/span&gt; candidates attended for the interview. When i arrived, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;OH-MY-GOAT!&lt;/span&gt; So many candidates make a long queue in front the office door.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; OH GREAT! I HATE THIS PART!&lt;/span&gt; So, my dad left me aloned. Im went into the long line and wait for my turn to take the form like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;CRAZY&lt;/span&gt; person. Waiting without &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SITTING??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ABOUT  MORE THAN HOUR?&lt;/span&gt; maybe &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A YEAR??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;SHUT UP!!&lt;/span&gt; I have to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIT!&lt;/span&gt; My leg hurts u know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then, I met Elizabeth, my sis friend. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;THANK GOD!&lt;/span&gt; So thankful i am.I have someone to talk with. She also doing the same things as mind. Fill in the form for the same job.&lt;br /&gt;After we finished fill in the form, we took our own  number. Im shocked. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;APOOO!&lt;/span&gt; What happened to my number? This will take a long........... trip. My no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;56??!&lt;/span&gt; Im lil a bit upset with my number. I hate waiting u damd it!!!&lt;br /&gt;Huh! Really tired of waiting. And exhausted. So stupid me forgot to bring mineral water &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IC&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=..=&lt;/span&gt;  Cant interview without ic.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DUH~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;About 4 hour, waiting for my turn to be interviewed. My stomach started to yelling. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yelling??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Im hungry la...&lt;br /&gt;So i called my that and told him that my stomach is yelling and then we went to eat at the 2020 cafe.&lt;br /&gt;After we having our lunched, dad sent us back to the office and waiting for our turn. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;WHAT !!&lt;/span&gt; Still at number &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;27??!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APOOO! WHAT THE HELL TOOK IT SO LONG?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I dont have mood for this interview anymore.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; HAH?!&lt;/span&gt; I decided to call my dad to pick me up and go home but im still thingking about the interview. I dont know which one i supposed to chose. In the end, i chose to stay. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELL YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Waiting!&lt;br /&gt;About 5 hour later.. At last! Its my turn to be interviewed. My heart beating fast.My minds empty when i walk one step in to the door to meet the this lady who will interviewing me. Im really &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;NERVOUS&lt;/span&gt; till death! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;O GOAT!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question that they been asked is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Whats your activity during in ur secondary school?&lt;br /&gt;ME: Boling.&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Why Boling?&lt;br /&gt;ME: Easy to played. ( Now im ready to die~)&lt;br /&gt;Lady :How many pins are there?&lt;br /&gt;ME: 8 (Kill me!Die! Die!)&lt;br /&gt;Lady :Boling Ball weights?&lt;br /&gt;ME: 5kg ( Now im death~) =..=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady started to interrupting.&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Thats really heavy..... weight of a sack of  uncooked rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;( WATEVER! I WILL CURSED U, U IDOT! STOP JUDGING ME!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady:  What this job do?&lt;br /&gt;ME: *Manage and enclose all the file/document system&lt;br /&gt;  *Record and manage all the type of holiday/on leave&lt;br /&gt;  * Received and manage form and travel baucer&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Thanks for coming.&lt;br /&gt;ME: (Go to hell!) Your welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats it. Im done. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; she never ask me about the all the politician name! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUHU&lt;/span&gt;.I hate politics!&lt;br /&gt;Now.. Im really sleepy and tired of waiting. (+.+,) Tired enough!&lt;br /&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="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ursulla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/8843737503367817198-8105377048020175716?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/8105377048020175716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/05/shut-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/8105377048020175716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/8105377048020175716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/05/shut-up.html' title='Give You Hell'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-8856436832810273112</id><published>2009-05-12T02:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T03:26:21.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May God Bless Him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, morning, me and my dad went to my secondary school, St Co, to met the principle.&lt;br /&gt;Just one step in after the school gate, suddenly my heart beat fast. I don't know what just happened to me back there. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Nervous?&lt;/span&gt;Duh?Well, What i do just take a deep breathe, relax and go there with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;fake smile&lt;/span&gt; on my face. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at the office, in the same time, there, i saw Mr Tan come toward us and spoked to my dad. Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: Ya, apa boleh saya bantu...?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Er..Er.. nak minta itu cop utk pengesahan...&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: Boleh, Boleh..Tunggu dulu arr.. mau pgi tandas skejap. Duduk dulu ar.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: ya..ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he came back from the toilet, i followed him to the office and gave him all my certificated to stamp for verification. Wow. He is look different now. Lose weight ka? So slim ba u Mr tan.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he finished stamp all my certificate, its time for me and dad leaved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the car, dad told me he want to go to his office just for a while. When we arrived, dad told me to get out from the car and wait for him at the parking lot . &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Thank God!&lt;/span&gt; Nasib ada tmpat berlindung. Very the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While im waiting for my dad , while i sms with clay and listen to music.. suddenly, I saw this old man walking with a 2 stick on his both hand. He's OKU. I can see y he using that. It because of his leg. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Broken&lt;/span&gt;. He cant walk very well. Those stick are used to support his body so he can walked. Then, i saw him tried hardly  to sat up on his motorcycle. Poor dear.&lt;br /&gt;im speecless. Its very difficult for him. The way he walk with his broken leg, the way he pulled himself to sat up on his motorcyle, Hard for me to saw it. Really.May God Bless Him :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;p/s: Sorry. My english Broken. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                        &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Ursulla :)&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/8843737503367817198-8856436832810273112?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/8856436832810273112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-god-bless-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/8856436832810273112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/8856436832810273112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-god-bless-him.html' title='May God Bless Him.'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-2956794226863358006</id><published>2009-05-10T20:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:03:27.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother 's Day Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My Best Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/romantic%20wallpaper" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t288/pentapolis/valentine-wallpaper_19.jpg" alt="romantic Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You were my fairy tale princess,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      So much larger than life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      You were my angel and my witness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      Through all my pain and strife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      At times you made me angry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      Great words I would proclaim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      How someday you'd be sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      You were the one to blame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      But when I needed comforting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      You always found the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      Your words were more soothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      Than days of childhood sublime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      Now the distance holds us apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      The boundaries have no end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      I'll hold the memories in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      You're my mother, my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I LOVE U FOREVER,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;MOMMY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;p/s: I dont have any gift to give to my mom. She is to far away from us. Im quite sad. Just sending her SMS/ talk to her is enough to wish her happy mother's day and tell her how we  love and miss her very very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ursulla :)&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/8843737503367817198-2956794226863358006?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/2956794226863358006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mother-s-day-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/2956794226863358006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/2956794226863358006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mother-s-day-mom.html' title='Happy Mother &apos;s Day Mom'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-3003317628071955671</id><published>2009-04-29T11:50:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:18:21.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im In Love with this person :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's The One.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the very first time i met u, You make my life go bright. You make me happy and smile :) as always. Everyday, i just wanna feel u near by my side. Just wanna see ur face in every moment. Your smile. Your laugh. Your walk.  So cute.&lt;br /&gt;Feel like i wanna hug u and try not to let u go. Now. your gone. Leave me alone. I can't hear ur laughing anymore. I can't hear your voice and your laughter. I also can't see your face everyday anymore. I feel so empty without You.&lt;br /&gt;One day. I wish i could see you again. Those pictures are reminds me how much i miss you. Im in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Sf_WtYWp8KI/AAAAAAAAACo/wFboLV4fuUk/s1600-h/My+sweetheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Sf_WtYWp8KI/AAAAAAAAACo/wFboLV4fuUk/s320/My+sweetheart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332216558949888162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Sf_W_KsXdnI/AAAAAAAAACw/6d7WQnErHP0/s1600-h/Bby+hayden_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Sf_W_KsXdnI/AAAAAAAAACw/6d7WQnErHP0/s320/Bby+hayden_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332216864520500850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Sf_XNksUtfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XT6qWco6tI0/s1600-h/Sheela131.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/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Sf_XNksUtfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XT6qWco6tI0/s320/Sheela131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332217112017810930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;HAHA. IM IN LOVE WITH YOU LIL BRO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;.RYAN HAYDEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Sf_XZIg1G1I/AAAAAAAAADA/KpKGqzGsLWQ/s1600-h/Sheela136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Sf_XZIg1G1I/AAAAAAAAADA/KpKGqzGsLWQ/s320/Sheela136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332217310611839826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Are we look the same?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p/s: Who do you think im in love with? haha. Gothca. I still got Clayton ba. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Ursulla :)&lt;/span&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/8843737503367817198-3003317628071955671?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/3003317628071955671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-in-love-with-this-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/3003317628071955671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/3003317628071955671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-in-love-with-this-person.html' title='Im In Love with this person :)'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Sf_WtYWp8KI/AAAAAAAAACo/wFboLV4fuUk/s72-c/My+sweetheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-7619572264270439618</id><published>2009-04-23T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:30:20.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Customer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ok. Here it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;First in the morning today. At Toysworld. Bout 10 am. This customer came to see me and ask me about the baby walker that he had bought last monday. He ask me that one of the tools of the baby walker are not provided. The things that are not provided is only the pull handle. Then he gave me the instruction paper which contain the picture of it. Then i ask Puyang, are this pull handle is included? puyang say, Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I went back to that guy and told him that pull handle is not included. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Then, I was shock. My heart want to explode. He started to yelled at me and scold be because the things are not provided. I just keep my mouth shut. Thank God nobody see.Huh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;So dumb he is. The pull handle is actually are not included but why he still want it? I say dont have,dont have la. Iboh paksa org! Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;pake ko pa ya? Ko mok tarik gi sine anak ko ya? pgi tgh jalan ka? pgi pasar ka? Bongok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;But he still dont believe it. So... why would i care la. Not my fault. But he's fault. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Then he tell that he want to turning the baby walker back. Bagus la ya. Ngegeh alu org kaya2 kdak ya.  Mok bli brg iboh pentingkan brg yang sik da ya dmi anak! Lol. Bsyukur la mun dah ada brg yg dapat d pake oleh Budak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Janji budak ya puas hati ba. Lol. Blagak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843737503367817198-7619572264270439618?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/7619572264270439618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/04/stupid-customer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/7619572264270439618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/7619572264270439618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/04/stupid-customer.html' title='Stupid Customer.'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-5597499703457545289</id><published>2009-04-22T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T18:49:28.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="Poem" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;" class="Title"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;I Am Someone&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="ByLine" align="center"&gt;by Ursulla :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="PoemText"&gt; I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked past a dead face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;even though the person was alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I saw my eyes in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;and cried at the sight&lt;br /&gt;I looked at a person I didn¹t know&lt;br /&gt;and I met a friend&lt;br /&gt;I got heads to turn&lt;br /&gt;when I walked past&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot about myself&lt;br /&gt;when I lost a new friend&lt;br /&gt;I cried every tear in my body&lt;br /&gt;when I thought about love&lt;br /&gt;I got hit bad&lt;br /&gt;then got back in the ring&lt;br /&gt;I climbed a mountain of rocks&lt;br /&gt;and saw an eagle fly over- head&lt;br /&gt;I heard terrible things about myself&lt;br /&gt;when no one thought I was listening&lt;br /&gt;I realized I was strong&lt;br /&gt;when I didn¹t cry when it hurt&lt;br /&gt;I found out who I was&lt;br /&gt;when I was with someone else&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was lost forever&lt;br /&gt;when a friend found me&lt;br /&gt;I held a life in my hand&lt;br /&gt;and it was my own&lt;br /&gt;I was a pawn in someone else's game&lt;br /&gt;so I surrendered to a brook&lt;br /&gt;I walked the fine line between surviving&lt;br /&gt;and not wanting to survive&lt;br /&gt;I still am&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/8843737503367817198-5597499703457545289?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/5597499703457545289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/5597499703457545289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/5597499703457545289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-someone.html' title='I am Someone'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843737503367817198.post-4110484377554306848</id><published>2009-04-22T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T17:30:28.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toysworld :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Se6-7ykrmGI/AAAAAAAAABY/yeX8OlEbjKs/s1600-h/Sheela142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Se6-7ykrmGI/AAAAAAAAABY/yeX8OlEbjKs/s320/Sheela142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327405343623059554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yeap&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its been two weeks i work at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;TOYSWORLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Well, First day work, very tired. My leg cramps. Feel likes i can't move my legs again. But now, im doin just fine. Relax. And keep the smile on my face. :]&lt;br /&gt;I have a great fun when i started to worked at the shop. I can meet a new friends, helping one each other and also like to make fun and jokes until make me laughed badly. Thanks for my new friends, Gee, Kak Nah, Puyang, Sylvia, Adriana, Rosty, Kak Ana and Kak Imah. You guys are tottaly awesome. Hehe. Accept one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ambrose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate him. Really hate him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Live.&lt;/span&gt; Love. &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ursulla :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843737503367817198-4110484377554306848?l=urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/feeds/4110484377554306848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/04/toysworld.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/4110484377554306848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843737503367817198/posts/default/4110484377554306848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urusulaanaconda.blogspot.com/2009/04/toysworld.html' title='Toysworld :]'/><author><name>Ursulla Uting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469647201549110472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/S60OQ3AKfLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dZiPLZibfPo/S220/Photox_3145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JROQ0oAhjeU/Se6-7ykrmGI/AAAAAAAAABY/yeX8OlEbjKs/s72-c/Sheela142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
