<?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-1203369462695665813</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:48:05.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside Out</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-7502275089446812487</id><published>2011-11-18T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T22:09:37.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with the journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey, people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been favoring my journal more than this blog, so I'm sorry.  I wrote so much that there are times I tried to publish some of it here, but I'm afraid that it will lost its authenticity. Silly, I know, but that's what I believe. The reason I said so is because I've done that in the past. You know, I wrote things somewhere else, typed and saved it in my laptop but by the time I'm typing it, I started to add or get rid of things from the original writing, by the time I finished, it doesn't feel as good as the time I wrote it. So, I guess all those things in the journal will only be available for my eyes only, as much as I want to share it with you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My birthday is coming. I can't believe it. I'll be back, I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;KIM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-7502275089446812487?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/7502275089446812487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=7502275089446812487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/7502275089446812487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/7502275089446812487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-with-journal.html' title='the one with the journal'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-1727013916629057926</id><published>2011-04-15T16:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T16:58:09.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zac or Nick? You decide!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljonmh5jCf1qeuh96o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljonmh5jCf1qeuh96o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Rag &amp;amp; bone Roll Neck Cotton-Blend sweater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Zac Efron and Nick Jonas spotted wearing the same cream-colored roll neck sweater. I'm with Nick on this one. As much as I adore Zac (and how badly I wished that I was the sweater), it doesn't fit well on him and for the love of Anna, what's with the denim shorts? I love the shades (Persol 714) though. &lt;/span&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/1203369462695665813-1727013916629057926?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/1727013916629057926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=1727013916629057926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/1727013916629057926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/1727013916629057926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2011/04/zac-or-nick-you-decide.html' title='Zac or Nick? You decide!'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-2394629690450031719</id><published>2011-03-30T00:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T01:20:46.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Actual Children’s Answers to The Question “What Is Love?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.” - Chrissy, age 6 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.” - Terri, age 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.” - Danny, age 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss.” - Emily, age 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.” - Bobby, age 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,” - Nikka, age 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.” - Noelle, age 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.” - Tommy, age 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.” - Cindy, age 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.” - Clare, age 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.” - Elaine, age 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Brad Pitt.” - Chris, age 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.” - Mary Ann, age 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.” - Lauren, age 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.” - Rebecca, age 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.” - Karen, age 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“You really shouldn't say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.” - Jessica, age 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;p.s. I don't know if this legit since I saw this on tumblr and there's no original source stated whatsoever, but to hell with it, this is adorable. I could picture the kids saying all these and my heart goes 'aww'. &lt;/i&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/1203369462695665813-2394629690450031719?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/2394629690450031719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=2394629690450031719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/2394629690450031719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/2394629690450031719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-with-love.html' title='the one with love'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-5745735631695032941</id><published>2011-01-21T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T23:38:09.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with the recapitulation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey, people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess it is not too late for me to welcome 2011. Happy new year! Also, happy Thaipusam for those who are celebrating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know, I've been abandoning this blog, I'm sorry. A lot of stuff has happened and I just can't write anything. Well, how about a quick recapitulation on everything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last year has been a very hectic year for me and my TESL fellows. We're doing our teaching practicum for three months. Yes, me. Teaching. I know, right? Crazy stuff. I can't believe I was a trainee teacher at a government school. It was a three-month total shit storm. Shitty school, shitty rental place (The good thing is that I'm staying alone. But still, it was a shitty place to live in). The good thing about this teaching practicum is that it made me realized that I'm not up for the job. I'll never be a teacher. Oh well, for the time being. Let me rephrase that. I don't want to be a teacher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Other than that, there has been a lot of ups and downs, but I'm not complaining. It's life, shit happens. Are you going to give up every time shit happens? No. Are you going to put up with it? Absolutely no. Are you going to try to make things better for yourself? Yes. How? Well, that depends on you and you alone. Sure, sometimes we made a wrong turn, but that's life for you. Life is about trying. Whether you fail or succeed, there's a whole another story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ha, so much for a recap. I'll be back, I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;kim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-5745735631695032941?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/5745735631695032941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=5745735631695032941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/5745735631695032941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/5745735631695032941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-with-recapitulation.html' title='the one with the recapitulation'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-8090601700297429807</id><published>2011-01-11T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T19:21:06.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold It Against Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; " width="320" height="200" data="http://www.kyte.tv/f/"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.kyte.tv/f/"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="p=4018&amp;amp;c=379041&amp;amp;l=14016&amp;amp;s=1130214&amp;amp;tbid=26388"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1203369462695665813-8090601700297429807?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/8090601700297429807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=8090601700297429807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/8090601700297429807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/8090601700297429807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2011/01/hold-it-against-me.html' title='Hold It Against Me'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-2153706233366428657</id><published>2010-08-18T11:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T13:32:56.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random. or not. whatever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"God doesn’t make you do stuff. We are not puppets attached to celestial strings. Besides, the glory of being alive doesn’t come from knowing that everything happens for a reason – which, after all, you’re never going to be able to understand anyway, so where’s the comfort in that? – or that there’s some great traffic controller in the sky. In fact, what could be more beautiful than the fact that love exists in a random universe?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Innocence, Tessaro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-2153706233366428657?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/2153706233366428657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=2153706233366428657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/2153706233366428657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/2153706233366428657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2010/08/random-or-not-whatever.html' title='random. or not. whatever.'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-829024840535089205</id><published>2010-08-09T15:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T03:26:59.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with 'a nice person'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey, people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few things that I want to address here. First, there's this one fella sent me a text. I am not going to point finger at anyone. He said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I genuinely thought you were a nice person. Clearly, I was wrong."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First of all, WHAT THE HELL? I never advertise myself as a nice person. I never said that I am Mother Teresa. I never said that I'm Hades either. I never said I'm smart, or otherwise. It is up to YOUR interpretation of what I am to you. But as far as I concern, I acted as the way I am. For those who don't know me, you might see that I'm a little quiet at first, but when you see me opened up a little bit, it means that you have already gain my trust. So, congratufuckinglation for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I see it, I never acknowledge the gray areas; there's only black and white. It means, if I'm being nice to you; again, congratulation, I really like you. And you are in for a long run. But if I acted otherwise, then you are by default my enemy, and you will be treated as one. Simple math, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been keeping this for weeks, and I'm glad that I am finally be able to get it out of my chest. And I would like to thank my love for always being there to support me through tough times. You know who you are, and I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-829024840535089205?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/829024840535089205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=829024840535089205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/829024840535089205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/829024840535089205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-with-nice-person.html' title='the one with &apos;a nice person&apos;'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-5779111996194810404</id><published>2010-07-11T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T17:45:54.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with "Letter to God"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/TDmSaVV4_qI/AAAAAAAAA18/YlmQoTOi324/s1600/lettertogod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492582201658244770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/TDmSaVV4_qI/AAAAAAAAA18/YlmQoTOi324/s400/lettertogod.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear God, I'm writing this letter to You&lt;br /&gt;'cause I don't have a clue, can You help me?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here, simply trying to figure out&lt;br /&gt;What my life's all about, can You tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never wanted to be, the person You see&lt;br /&gt;Can You tell me who I am?&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to die, but You kept me here alive&lt;br /&gt;Can You tell me who I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie awake conducting this symphony, that You have gifted to me&lt;br /&gt;But I can't ever sleep&lt;br /&gt;Don't be mad, but I get weak inside and I start to fall apart&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I feel nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to be, some kind of comic relief&lt;br /&gt;Please show me who I am&lt;br /&gt;I've been tortured and scorned, since the day that I was born&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thank You, man, for everything&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I'm so frightened about all of this&lt;br /&gt;But I wish I could give You more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all the lights are shining down on me&lt;br /&gt;And I feel intimidated by it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;The person You see, but thank You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, please tell me now&lt;br /&gt;Are You disappointed, or are You proud?&lt;br /&gt;Haven't I done everything, everything?&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry, I'm so weak&lt;br /&gt;And I turned into a freak&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know anything, anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost all self-esteem&lt;br /&gt;By a billion, everything&lt;br /&gt;And I feel nothing, nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, please tell me now&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, please tell me now&lt;br /&gt;'cause I feel nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dear God, I'm writing this letter to You&lt;br /&gt;'cause I am coming unglued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-5779111996194810404?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/5779111996194810404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=5779111996194810404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/5779111996194810404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/5779111996194810404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-with-letter-to-god.html' title='the one with &quot;Letter to God&quot;'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/TDmSaVV4_qI/AAAAAAAAA18/YlmQoTOi324/s72-c/lettertogod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-1632781778889352023</id><published>2010-04-12T18:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T12:33:52.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with the rage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/S8aXESMa2xI/AAAAAAAAA10/RZGSHUchEPI/s1600/anger1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/S8aXESMa2xI/AAAAAAAAA10/RZGSHUchEPI/s400/anger1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460217698092505874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have this very bad kind of rage. There are times when I get very angry with certain someone, I have this urge to rip his head off, suck his guts out, burn his filthy, miserable body, dance around the fire and laugh. But of course, I can't bring myself of doing that (not only it's psychopathically sick, it's a crime) so I just keep myself quiet while trying to put out the flaming anger in my chest. Some people are just too miserable that they find doing annoying things to other people are entertaining, and it's sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-1632781778889352023?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/1632781778889352023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=1632781778889352023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/1632781778889352023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/1632781778889352023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-with-rage.html' title='the one with the rage'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/S8aXESMa2xI/AAAAAAAAA10/RZGSHUchEPI/s72-c/anger1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-1451218481084582470</id><published>2009-12-13T01:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T01:51:47.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with "WHO SHOT KIM?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SyPXqqNJ_qI/AAAAAAAAA1g/6d-JfmLEQYo/s1600-h/Petey_MG_7767_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414408304913415842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SyPXqqNJ_qI/AAAAAAAAA1g/6d-JfmLEQYo/s400/Petey_MG_7767_copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rawr. Isn't he divine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it has been a while. Too many things happened and I'm kind of busy with stuff. You know, assignments, late night revision, tests, and now finals... Busy bee. Busy busy busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fear not, boys and girls. I'll be back to my hometown on the 15th, and I've planned so much, my head hurts from all the planning. And I'll come out with loads of interesting stories. Pinky promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in a few hours I'll be sitting in the exam hall for my last paper, Teaching of Reading. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, WHO SHOT KIM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo xo&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/1203369462695665813-1451218481084582470?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/1451218481084582470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=1451218481084582470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/1451218481084582470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/1451218481084582470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-with-who-shot-kim.html' title='the one with &quot;WHO SHOT KIM?&quot;'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SyPXqqNJ_qI/AAAAAAAAA1g/6d-JfmLEQYo/s72-c/Petey_MG_7767_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-5459012824299130202</id><published>2009-10-29T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T16:39:57.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with the 'habibah'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh. My. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Thursday again. And you know what that means; its Madam Habibah’s class. Let me give you a brief introduction on this creature named Habibah. She is this old hag whom probably been abandoned by her children and surviving on her every last savings until one day she realized that she ran out of money. So she has to find a job. And one day she remembered that she was once a lecturer, “Oh, maybe I could give lecturing another try.” So she ended up lecturing here, terrorizing every single living thing in UNISEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class supposed to start at 8.30, and today I woke up at 8.23. I know that I’ll be late for her class, but I took my time ironing my shirt, make my bed and organizing my wardrobe. After shower, I asked Azu, Anish and Munirah, asking if the class has started. Well, I only get one reply from Anish (thank you, Anish) that the class hasn’t started yet. I went to class after 9, only to find out that Madam Habibah just entered the class. The class was a drag; we have three groups – it should be 4 groups, but you know Habibah. Her constant nagging, etc. I wonder why she being such a bitter human being – doing microteaching. By the way, Munirah’s group has done a fantastic job on their microteaching. Well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than a month from now will be my 21st birthday. I’m still working on my wish list. And I’m going to All American Rejects concert this weekend. Okay, I think that’s it. Happy Halloween, bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-5459012824299130202?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/5459012824299130202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=5459012824299130202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/5459012824299130202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/5459012824299130202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-with-habibah.html' title='the one with the &apos;habibah&apos;'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-402968786131208606</id><published>2009-10-20T11:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T11:05:51.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with the side effects</title><content type='html'>Vacant inside, no one was there&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't be real, had to keep quiet&lt;br /&gt;Once in awhile, put up a fight&lt;br /&gt;It's just too much, night after night&lt;br /&gt;After awhile I would just lie,&lt;br /&gt;You was dead wrong, said you was right&lt;br /&gt;Did what I could, just to survive&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't believe this was my life,&lt;br /&gt;Flickering like a candle&lt;br /&gt;Doin’ my best to handle sleeping with the enemy&lt;br /&gt;Aware that he was smothering every last part of me&lt;br /&gt;So I broke away and finally found the strength to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still kept the tears inside&lt;br /&gt;'cause I knew if I started I'd keep crying&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of my life with you&lt;br /&gt;I finally built up the strength to walk away&lt;br /&gt;Don't regret it but I still live with the side effects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up scared some nights still dreaming 'bout them violent times&lt;br /&gt;Still little protective 'bout the people that I let inside&lt;br /&gt;Still little defensive thinkin' 'bout me tryin' to ruin my life&lt;br /&gt;Still little depressed inside, I fake a smile and deal with the side effects...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[excerpts from E=MC2, Mariah Carey]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-402968786131208606?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/402968786131208606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=402968786131208606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/402968786131208606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/402968786131208606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-with-side-effects.html' title='the one with the side effects'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-426489627661872109</id><published>2009-09-06T12:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T12:31:58.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with the desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Profound desire, true desire is the desire to be close to someone. From that point onwards, things change, two persons come into play, but what happens before -- the attraction that brought them together -- is impossible to explain. It is untouched desire in its purest state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When desire is still in this pure state, this two persons fall in love with life, they live each moment reverently, consciously, always ready to celebrate the next blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people feel like this, they are not in a hurry, the do not precipitate events with unthinking actions. They know that the inevitable will happen, that what is real always finds a way of revealing itself. When the moment comes, they do not hesitate, they do not miss an opportunity, they do not let slip a single magic moment, because they respect the importance of each second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-426489627661872109?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/426489627661872109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=426489627661872109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/426489627661872109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/426489627661872109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2009/09/profound-desire-true-desire-is-desire.html' title='the one with the desire'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-8916778329983135721</id><published>2009-08-26T03:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T04:39:08.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with Paulo Coelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a good writer. Am I a writer in the first place? I'm not sure. Well, you can see it here that I am rarely updating my page. And what am I about to give you here is not what I wrote. I know, I'm having a 'writer's' block. But, I can't resist on publishing this passage, written by one of my favorite authors - Paulo Coelho - which is an exerpt from his book, &lt;em&gt;Brida&lt;/em&gt;. He's a Brazilian novelist. His works including a modern classic piece &lt;em&gt;The Alchemist&lt;/em&gt;; a collection of his short stories and reflections &lt;em&gt;Like the Flowing River&lt;/em&gt;; and the latest purchase of mine after ages of searching, &lt;em&gt;Eleven Minutes&lt;/em&gt;. This passage that I'm about to show here is from &lt;em&gt;Brida&lt;/em&gt;. For those who have read this book, I'm sure that this part is one of the most memorable parts of the book. For those who haven't, read it. The book might not be as great as other Coelho's work, but it's good, if you pay attention on the message rather than the story. Okay, here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'LORD, help me understand that all the good things in life that happen to me do so because I deserve them. Help me understand that what move me to seek out Your truth is the same force that moved the saints, and the doubts I have are the same doubts that the saints had, and my frailties are the same frailties. Help me to be humble enough to accept that I am no different from other people. Amen'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paulo Coelho, Brida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have reached the point that I have mentioned, or praised too much about him, but honestly, Coelho inspires me. For those who are not into reading novel, you can get his collection of short stories and reflections compiled in a book which I have mentioned above. Read a story a day, and be inspired. This one story from the book tells on how a lecturer holding a seminar, offered a twenty-dollar bill to his students. Several of his students raised their hands. The lecturer then said that he have to do something which followed with him crumpled the bill into a ball and asked the same question; &lt;em&gt;Who would like this twenty-dollar bill?&lt;/em&gt;' They raised their hands again. And the lecturer asked; &lt;em&gt;'And what if I do this to it?'&lt;/em&gt; in which he then dropped it on the floor, step on it, insulted it, and he again asked the same question. The students still raised their hands. The lecturer then said: &lt;em&gt;"It doesn't matter what I do with this money. It is still a twenty-dollar bill. So often in our lives, we are crumpled, trampled, ill-treated, insulted,and yet, despite all that, we are still worth the same."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been years that I read books based on its storyline, which are most of them are non-existent or lacked in useful messages and all that, but his works are just brilliant, refreshing and relevant. Just get one of his books, and get back to this post after you read it. Nothing else to say, more soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;KIM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-8916778329983135721?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/8916778329983135721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=8916778329983135721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/8916778329983135721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/8916778329983135721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-with-paulo-coelho.html' title='the one with Paulo Coelho'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-4310352364934389097</id><published>2009-07-14T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:36:04.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with the finals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Hey people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;So I haven't updated my blog for ages. I'm great. I have nothing interested going on lately so I'd just want you to know that I've been great. I'm blessed. I'm thankful that I have my family and my friends around. They are the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;With finals approaching, I'm going to focus on my revisions and all that stuff. The first paper will be on July 20th. Yes, this coming Monday. And the final paper will be on the 24th. And after that is vacation time! I cannot wait. I'm thinking of getting a part time job in my hometown to fill in my 3 weeks break. Maybe you guys could come up with something on what should I do during the term break. Any suggestion, people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Okay, time to recuperate. I caught a flu and it's getting worse. Apart from that, I'm great. More soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;You know you love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;KIM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-4310352364934389097?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/4310352364934389097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=4310352364934389097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/4310352364934389097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/4310352364934389097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-with-finals.html' title='the one with the finals'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-1467012783690694354</id><published>2009-05-31T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:28:13.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beach babe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SiJpMrY28uI/AAAAAAAAA0o/YN-p4EN8bGc/s1600-h/DSCN2450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SiJpMrY28uI/AAAAAAAAA0o/YN-p4EN8bGc/s400/DSCN2450.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341947774541165282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SiJpMsKlGqI/AAAAAAAAA0g/QlOWidQXMnQ/s1600-h/DSCN2420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SiJpMsKlGqI/AAAAAAAAA0g/QlOWidQXMnQ/s400/DSCN2420.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341947774749711010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1203369462695665813-1467012783690694354?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/1467012783690694354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=1467012783690694354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/1467012783690694354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/1467012783690694354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2009/05/beach-babe.html' title='beach babe'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SiJpMrY28uI/AAAAAAAAA0o/YN-p4EN8bGc/s72-c/DSCN2450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-6473170538677799566</id><published>2009-05-13T22:44:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:46:51.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoulder pads and BFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shoulder pads may come and go, but a BFF is forever. Because even when you're not sure where you're headed, it helps to know you're not going there alone. No one has all the answers and sometimes the best we can do is just apologize and let the past be the past. Other times, we need to look to the future, and know that even when we think we've seen it all, life can still surprise us and we can still surprise ourselves. XO XO -GG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-6473170538677799566?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/6473170538677799566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=6473170538677799566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/6473170538677799566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/6473170538677799566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2009/05/shoulder-pads-may-come-and-go-but-bff.html' title='shoulder pads and BFF'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-396516636770531547</id><published>2009-05-13T19:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:47:39.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with the holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SgqsQ29MBoI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/GYQoDMANt00/s1600-h/090511_170522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SgqsQ29MBoI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/GYQoDMANt00/s400/090511_170522.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335266114203813506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Evening at the park near to my house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow, it's been a while since the last post. I'm sorry for the late update but my life has been quite a whirlwind lately, so forgive me. but, everything is fine now. I'm on the term break, something that I've been looking forward for a while now. So, yeah, I'm in Kuching. I've been here for three days and I can say that everything's just wonderful. It feels so good to be home, being close to my folks and friends, and constant great weather. It is really a great getaway from everything. I can't believe it's already May and it means that it's been five months of ups and downs for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's great that I'm back home I get to meet my long lost friend, Liz. She's been away for almost 3 years, studying at Australia and now she's back. we've planned so much to do together and it's going to be three weeks of endless fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Great news, next month I'm going to move in with Intan and Anish. We're going to stay at Rawang, it's like half an hour from UNISEL, I think, but it's great though because the place has everything. Well, not everything but as long as it's close to McD and train station, I ain't complaining. I just paid the rent for the first month, and I can say that I'm so excited! I can't wait to start a fresh beginning, again. It's going to be really, really great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love life; not so good but it's going to be okay, I hope. Okay, more soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;KIM&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/1203369462695665813-396516636770531547?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/396516636770531547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=396516636770531547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/396516636770531547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/396516636770531547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-holiday.html' title='the one with the holiday'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SgqsQ29MBoI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/GYQoDMANt00/s72-c/090511_170522.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-364246817578370404</id><published>2009-04-18T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:59:05.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Funny How...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Feeling inspired so I wrote this a few days ago. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Its funny how&lt;br /&gt; My feeling haven’t change&lt;br /&gt;Since I met your eyes&lt;br /&gt; For the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s really funny how&lt;br /&gt; When I saw your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Looking at him&lt;br /&gt; Like I always wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how&lt;br /&gt; I heard my heart smashed&lt;br /&gt;Into pieces&lt;br /&gt; When you reached for his hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s really funny how&lt;br /&gt; You said that&lt;br /&gt;“Everything will work itself out, yeah”&lt;br /&gt; When you kissed him on his lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said that I’m here for a reason&lt;br /&gt; I said I’m here for all the wrong reason&lt;br /&gt;You sweet talker, your promises&lt;br /&gt; Burnt into pieces, hopeless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how&lt;br /&gt; You came over me&lt;br /&gt;Said you’re sorry&lt;br /&gt; And I said “I’m over it”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s really funny how&lt;br /&gt; I saw you in tears&lt;br /&gt;Trying to reach my hand&lt;br /&gt; When I’m smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how&lt;br /&gt; My feelings haven’t change&lt;br /&gt;Since I met you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m tired of games&lt;br /&gt; I wanna move on&lt;br /&gt;Either it’s now or later&lt;br /&gt; I have to say good bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-364246817578370404?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/364246817578370404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=364246817578370404' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/364246817578370404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/364246817578370404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-funny-how.html' title='It&apos;s Funny How...'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-5100540991383812612</id><published>2009-04-17T21:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:58:10.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with TGIF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First of all, it's Friday night! And I'm stuck here at home but I don't care. You know why? Because I just packed my stuff, I'm going to Genting! Yes! It's going to be so much hotter up there! See you there! xo xo KIM&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/1203369462695665813-5100540991383812612?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/5100540991383812612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=5100540991383812612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/5100540991383812612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/5100540991383812612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-with-tgif.html' title='the one with TGIF'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-2585263386965073328</id><published>2009-04-16T09:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:39:52.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one without love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I speak in the tongues of angels, but have not love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm only a resounding noise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I have the gift of knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And if my faith moves mountains high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But have not love I am nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Though I know the One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Who holds the stars in the heavens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the palm of His hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I give all I possess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To the poor and the helpless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll still gain nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Without love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love's patient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;True love is always kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love does not envy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Never brags, it's never proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Slow to wrath, it keeps no records of wrongs against friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love forgives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We all could use forgiveness &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Though I know the One who holds &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The stars in the heavens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the palm of His hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I give all I possess &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To the poor and the helpless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll still gain nothing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love never fails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love's the one thing that can always change you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love is patient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love is kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love's the one reason the world survives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love never fails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love's the one thing that can always change you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love is patient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love is kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love's the one reason the world survives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Though I know the One who holds &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The stars in the heavens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the palm of His hands &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I give all I posses &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To the poor and the helpless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll still gain nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Without Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Without Love by Stacie Orrico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1203369462695665813-2585263386965073328?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/2585263386965073328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=2585263386965073328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/2585263386965073328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/2585263386965073328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-without-love.html' title='the one without love'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-6088118055727126544</id><published>2009-04-15T15:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T01:13:23.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with LG KS360</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SeYUChS3E4I/AAAAAAAAAzw/Z0BMiIqQuEI/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 348px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SeYUChS3E4I/AAAAAAAAAzw/Z0BMiIqQuEI/s400/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324965642941961090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I supposed that every month I should have at least five updates but now I just did the third one. Anyway, did I told you I bought a new phone? Yes, LG KS360. Qwerty keypad, 2MP camera, slide, touch screen... I love it. I LOVE it! The best purchase ever! More soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;KIM&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/1203369462695665813-6088118055727126544?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/6088118055727126544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=6088118055727126544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/6088118055727126544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/6088118055727126544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-with-lg-ks360.html' title='the one with LG KS360'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SeYUChS3E4I/AAAAAAAAAzw/Z0BMiIqQuEI/s72-c/Picture+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-9169936238292813593</id><published>2009-04-14T02:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T03:18:32.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with no doubt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SeOP8Pm00_I/AAAAAAAAAzo/pFa6O11X01M/s1600-h/DSC06284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SeOP8Pm00_I/AAAAAAAAAzo/pFa6O11X01M/s400/DSC06284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324257449626358770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, maybe too much drama bores you. Although I'd say this month packed with so much drama, but I decided to just not talk about it. I mean, sometimes I have to let things go. Kabbalah teacher, Yehuda Berg said that this week I have to have a solid certainty on something's coming up. It means, whatever doubts I might be having this week, I have to say NO to it. No doubt. Just be cool, yeah? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Speaking of no doubt, Gwen Stefani and her famed band, NO DOUBT, just released their cover of Ant's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Stand and Deliver&lt;/span&gt;. You might have to google it or go to youtube or something, because it's so f-ing awesome! It's their first recorded track in five years and no one should miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, I'm very close to finals. Wish me luck, bbs! More soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;KIM&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/1203369462695665813-9169936238292813593?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/9169936238292813593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=9169936238292813593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/9169936238292813593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/9169936238292813593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-with-no-doubt.html' title='the one with no doubt'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SeOP8Pm00_I/AAAAAAAAAzo/pFa6O11X01M/s72-c/DSC06284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-7174770957242907287</id><published>2009-04-06T16:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:33:24.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with all the mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/Sdm-I6QTEFI/AAAAAAAAAzg/M406y6arDvE/s1600-h/DSC09474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/Sdm-I6QTEFI/AAAAAAAAAzg/M406y6arDvE/s400/DSC09474.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321493495000797266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mistakes; we all make them. They usually start with the best intentions, like keeping a secret to protect someone, or getting a distance from the person you’ve become. Sometimes we don’t even know what mistakes we’ve made to get us where we are or we figure it out just in time to make it right again. But every mistake happens for a reason, to teach you a lesson you would otherwise never learn. And hopefully you never make that mistake again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-7174770957242907287?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/7174770957242907287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=7174770957242907287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/7174770957242907287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/7174770957242907287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-with-all-mistakes.html' title='the one with all the mistakes'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/Sdm-I6QTEFI/AAAAAAAAAzg/M406y6arDvE/s72-c/DSC09474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-3288008085252077700</id><published>2009-03-31T04:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T05:32:09.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with the uncertainty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's the last day of March and I am amazed how much have I've been through in the first quarter of the year. 2009 isn't a great year after all but I've learned so many lessons. I learned how trust can be easily earned and lose. I've learned that 'I love you' or simply known as those three words is not meaningful for certain people. They just simply say it, because it's easy, you know? You don't have to mean every word you said, right? After all, that's what most of us do. "I love you, and trust me I would never do that." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bullshit&lt;/span&gt;, I say. Well, I'm not saying it out loud but you know how it feels, there will always be doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's crazy how much you've committed in a relationship when you're not really sure about it. Why in the heaven would you dedicate yourself in a relationship when you know that the future of it is full of uncertainty? This year alone, I've shed more tears because of this. Maybe the trust is the only reason why I'm still standing here, and I know I am not strong enough to hold with the trust. Every single day, I'm weaken, sinking, crumbling, collapsing. My fists are raw and red from beating myself down. I hate myself. I never felt so down before. I never thought I would ever type this sentence to public, but my heart is literally broken into pieces. I am broken-hearted. So broken, I even have decided to just disappear, go to a place and starts a new life. But you know what they'll say, running away will never solve anything. You just left it behind, and in some ways it will come back to haunt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, I will not run away, at least for now. I mean, who knows what will happen next. I've booked a ticket back to my hometown on May 10th. It's just a one-way ticket, and I'd be so pleased to just not return back here but unfortunately I have to. I have to finish everything that I've started. And then I'll be vanished, for good. Who knows what will happen next. The future is full of uncertainty, whether you like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, enough mumbling. It's a new day. More soon, boys and girls! xo xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;KIM&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/1203369462695665813-3288008085252077700?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/3288008085252077700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=3288008085252077700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/3288008085252077700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/3288008085252077700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-with-uncertainty.html' title='the one with the uncertainty'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-4758971518987071157</id><published>2009-03-29T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T17:34:05.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with the new haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/Sc8_6ZbzKwI/AAAAAAAAAzY/e-dntn4qwFE/s1600-h/DSC09541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/Sc8_6ZbzKwI/AAAAAAAAAzY/e-dntn4qwFE/s400/DSC09541.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318539957440293634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay, what I wear, where I am is not part of discussion in this post LOL. The only thing matters is... I GOT A NEW HAIRCUT&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/1203369462695665813-4758971518987071157?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/4758971518987071157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=4758971518987071157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/4758971518987071157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/4758971518987071157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-with-new-haircut.html' title='the one with the new haircut'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/Sc8_6ZbzKwI/AAAAAAAAAzY/e-dntn4qwFE/s72-c/DSC09541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-2641575309846551589</id><published>2009-03-26T02:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T02:08:06.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with the ‘spanish lesson’</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;It looks like today I missed one presentation that I've been thrilled to do all weekend just because my cell's out of juice and the alarms off. After all the research I've done these past few days, I missed it just because I overslept. FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;Okay, what's done is done. No use to cry over spilled milk because it would be very weird LOL. It's just a shame because I put my effort doing it. I spent ages surfing the net, trying to find simple conversations in Spanish and asked for help from Chase, and all I got was zero. I'm kaput! It's really my fault after all. I didn't recharge my cell before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;These past weeks have been a real mess. I haven't seen him for almost three weeks and it's driving me crazy. I really need a distraction. I need something, anything that can divert my thought of missing him. I'm so pathetic. I'm broke for almost every single week, I'm badly homesick, and all I could think of right now is McDonald's delicious Double Cheeseburger.  I hate myself when I'm depressed; I'll eat so much like prepping for hibernation for winter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;I admit that every mess that I've been lately caused by every choice that I've made. But I'm not sorry for that because I believe that if it's bitter at the start, it will be sweeter in the end. I believe that in the end I could be able to smile and laugh and really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;That's it for now. I'll be back for more. See you again, sisters! XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;You know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KIM  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-2641575309846551589?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/2641575309846551589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=2641575309846551589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/2641575309846551589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/2641575309846551589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-with-spanish-lesson.html' title='the one with the ‘spanish lesson’'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-2480182335584835522</id><published>2009-03-21T03:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T03:16:40.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with the paparazzi shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/ScPqYfoqNFI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/NbMz4EtgEp8/s1600-h/ucca+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/ScPqYfoqNFI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/NbMz4EtgEp8/s400/ucca+079.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315349691757114450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isn't it cool that someone took our photo and we are absolutely no clue of it?&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/1203369462695665813-2480182335584835522?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/2480182335584835522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=2480182335584835522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/2480182335584835522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/2480182335584835522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-with-paparazzi-shot.html' title='the one with the paparazzi shot'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/ScPqYfoqNFI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/NbMz4EtgEp8/s72-c/ucca+079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-6185180211210737806</id><published>2009-03-19T18:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T18:22:00.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with the life after 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I’ve been in a terrible mood swing lately. Something bad had happened, and I just couldn’t handle it well. One minute I will laugh like hell, in another minute I’ll be yelling mad if there’s something wrong happened. It’s like; the old Akimy is back and the rage that I’ve been keeping for a while is coming again like a tidal wave. I’m going crazy. I missed the time when I don’t have to think so much about life you know? I mean, just go to school and meet some friends – and when school hours are over I just went home and watch TV or just hanging out with friends. Life before 15 is just so fucking simple. After 15, everything’s get so serious. We have to choose which stream to take; Science or the other one. Of course I chose Science stream because whoever took Science is cool and automatically holds the highest rank in high school social order. But I took it for granted; I created problems after problems. I did all sorts of crazy things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     2004 was wasted with a blink of eye. The next year, reality intrudes. No more honeymoon, and I realized that I learn nothing while in Form 4. And 2005 was like the most important year of my life; MCE. The teacher started to focus on me because like I said, I have nothing in my head. I tried so hard and I kind of succeed. But not at Add Math and Arabic, both of those subjects were destined to go down. I’m sorry, Madam Zahrah and Ustaz Sani. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     You see, how we’ve grown and from day to day. Things gotten more complicated, time goes by and now I have to deal with more stuff. Now I have my own love life, financial problems, this and that… 20 years seems like 30. Sometimes I have to deal with things that are just way out of my maturity level. Guess life can’t be perfect - as I imagined when I was little - after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     But, I do believe that in the end I’ll be happy just like the life I imagined when I was a little kid. I believe that everything had happened is just a blessing in disguise. I’ve learned so much in my 20 years and I just cannot wait for another 20. Am I going to be happy? I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I think I’m done babbling here. I’ll come up with another soon. Have a nice weekend, bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me&lt;br /&gt;KIM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-6185180211210737806?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/6185180211210737806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=6185180211210737806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/6185180211210737806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/6185180211210737806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-with-life-after-15.html' title='the one with the life after 15'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-1773775644467780075</id><published>2009-03-15T20:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:01:51.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with the scorpios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, so I'm suffering from writer's block. Can't think of anything to write, so I just copy-paste this stuff from somewhere. To all Scorpios, just like me, this is for you. LOL. Enjoy. xo xo KIM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Scorpio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Symbol &lt;/strong&gt;the Scorpion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Element&lt;/strong&gt; Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colors&lt;/strong&gt; Deep Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gemstone&lt;/strong&gt; Opal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Metal&lt;/strong&gt; Steel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perfume&lt;/strong&gt; Siamese Benzoin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keyword&lt;/strong&gt; Intensively, Penetrating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rules the Eighth House&lt;/strong&gt; (procreation, birth and death, sex, rebirth, mysteries, the occult, hidden meaning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Character&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bright Side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although they often get a bad press astrologically, Scorpios have very perspicacity and a compassion which reaches out to troubled people, even though this may not always show on the surface. Being deeply emotional themselves, Scorpios understand and accept the feelings and pain that other signs often find they cannot handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Magnetism &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorpio is not afraid to go into darkness, so this sign makes an ideal therapist and many doctors and surgeons are Scorpios, using their incisive skills in a constructive way. Scorpios also have incredible personal magnetism and can be very loyal and devoted friends or lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dark Side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorpios have a hidden and secretive side and are not averse to using their very deep understanding of other people for their own ends- usually directed towards gaining power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grudges&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, Scorpio has a fascination with power, how to use it, how to master it and how to hold it over people. At times, this can extend into extreme cruelty, for Scorpio is a vindictive, brooding sign which never forgets a grudge. Scorpio can also have an inner self-destruct button which is pushed compulsively from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penetrator &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Scorpio personality has a habit of reaching the parts other sign would not wish to reach. Scorpio's steely faze can penetrate to your very core. But their piercing intuitive powers are often hidden by an exterior that gives no clues as to their findings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friendships&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lifetime Scorpio will make many acquaintances, but very few true friendships. Friendship is for Scorpio no easy matter, but once made, it becomes strong and permanent. Scorpio is always a friend one can count on, and especially the Scorpio’s trustworthiness and readiness to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wellness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychosomatic Illnesses &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of this misrepresentation arises from an intensity of emotions running at a very deep level which manifests itself in strong physical needs. The determination of Scorpios gives them greater powers of self-denial than most but once in a relationship, they are capable of unbridled passion. It is in the sense that they are highly sexed; and if such urges are repressed, problems such as anger, lower back pains and premenstrual tension in women may develop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they prefer to feel bad than to feel nothing at all. Scorpios are also prone to mysterious psychosomatic complaints. Generally, they are extremely energetic and recuperate very quickly from illness. But they are rarely moderate in their health habits, eating, drinking and smoking furiously or totally abstaining. As Scorpio also rules the organs that eliminate toxins from the body, Scorpios should learn to rid themselves with regularity of both physical and emotional excesses in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the Sun signs, Scorpios are easily the most misunderstood. They are commonly associated with the rawest human emotions, such as malice and retribution, as well as sexual obsession. Scorpio's rule over the sex organs only seems to bear this out. But while this may be true of some Scorpios, it by no means describes the majority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sexual Tensions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorpios tend to be much attuned to their sexual nature, but sometimes such feelings can be so intense that they feel guilty about them. When this happens, they need to cleanse the body of tension built up from frustration with a suitable distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intensity and passion of Scorpios makes them unforgettable partners when it comes to love. They take their love affairs very seriously which sometimes leads to jealousy. Their innate secrecy can also make it difficult for them to confront problems in a romantic relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no mistaking it when Scorpios really fall for someone because they pull out all the stops. Once they are deeply involved in a relationship, they show just how passionate they can be. When love comes their way, they are convinced that this is the relationship that they have always been waiting for and will invest in it all their energies. Scorpios are very suspicious and can easily work themselves up into a state of jealousy if they imagine that their other half is being untruthful. They will soon gather up the evidence and challenge their loved one. This is when the volcanic Scorpio temper can emerge, often with very frightening results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intensity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renowned for being introverted and intense, Scorpio buries their deepest emotions well under the surface and positively relishes their resulting mysterious image. They are very faithful and need the security of permanent relationships. If they are badly let down in a love affair, they may decide to play tit for tat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Possessive Mate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may be cool on the surface but underneath Scorpios are intensely passionate, both physically and emotionally. When love is sweet, they are loyal but when things go wrong they may show a sting in their tail. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-1773775644467780075?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/1773775644467780075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=1773775644467780075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/1773775644467780075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/1773775644467780075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-with-scorpios.html' title='the one with the scorpios'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-1627945774682052439</id><published>2009-03-10T11:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:03:54.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with stupid fuckers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I’m dying. It’s 2.16 in the morning, 10th March 10, 2009 and no Facebook! Stuck in my room without wireless connection and yeah, I’m dead. Am I six feet under the ground right now? Am I? This fucking UNISEL is so stupid. I paid MYR100 a semester for nothing. Where do our fees that we paid gone? It has been forever since the router not functioning but nothing happened. Those fucking thing hasn’t been fixed yet. I should report this to the press, LOL. Well, one week’s coming but still nothing happened, I’m going to TV3. UNISEL sure loves the attention, especially those assholes in Jana Niaga and Finance. Those fuckheads. Arghh!!! I need my Facebook fix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can’t sleep, I still have works to do, and I miss him so much. Gosh, I’m in love, LOL. More soon, bitches. You know I love you and I know you love me, C (I hope, LOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XO XO&lt;br /&gt;KIM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-1627945774682052439?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/1627945774682052439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=1627945774682052439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/1627945774682052439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/1627945774682052439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-with-stupid-fuckers.html' title='the one with stupid fuckers'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-4628045553179272452</id><published>2009-03-06T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T17:58:14.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with ahem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy. So, forgive me for not updating my blog for a while now. So much things happened this past few weeks and I have no intention to spill it out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, TESL Night's approaching and I still thinking should I or should I not go because I think I am sort of having a new priority now. But, it depends though. I mean, every events held in UNISEL is just so...identical. Indian dance, Malay traditional dance, some other dances. Yawn... Not that I'm not into traditional dance. I do watch them, it's just I think the next TESL Night organizer should do something fresher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay guys, think I have to go. I'm dying for a cig right now lol. More soon, bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you, C.&lt;br /&gt;KIM&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/1203369462695665813-4628045553179272452?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/4628045553179272452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=4628045553179272452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/4628045553179272452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/4628045553179272452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-with-ahem.html' title='the one with ahem'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-4701618950213785375</id><published>2009-02-19T11:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:24:08.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what do you see?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SZzLf1YCc5I/AAAAAAAAAyk/PRnuCapX7Xg/s1600-h/image-upload-127-779164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SZzLf1YCc5I/AAAAAAAAAyk/PRnuCapX7Xg/s320/image-upload-127-779164.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's often said that no matter the truth, people see what they want to see. Some people might take a step back and find out they were looking at the same picture all along. Some people can see that their lies have almost caught up to them. Some people may see what was there all along. And then there are those other people, the ones who run as far as they can so they don't have to look at themselves. And as for me, I can see clearly now.&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/1203369462695665813-4701618950213785375?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/4701618950213785375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=4701618950213785375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/4701618950213785375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/4701618950213785375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-do-you-see.html' title='what do you see?'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SZzLf1YCc5I/AAAAAAAAAyk/PRnuCapX7Xg/s72-c/image-upload-127-779164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-6093612479898596866</id><published>2009-02-17T10:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:28:55.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with the dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dreams; everybody has them. Some good, some bad, some you wish you could forget. Sometimes, you realized you've outgrown them. Sometimes you feel like they're finally coming true. And some of us just have nightmares. But no matter what we dreamed, when the morning comes, reality intrudes. And the dream begins to slip away. Dream a little dream of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XO XO&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/1203369462695665813-6093612479898596866?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/6093612479898596866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=6093612479898596866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/6093612479898596866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/6093612479898596866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-with-dreams.html' title='the one with the dreams'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-2862836580018050097</id><published>2009-02-13T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:38:57.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=52025426"&gt;The Ting Tings - We Walk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=52025426,t=1,mt=video"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=52025426,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-2862836580018050097?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/2862836580018050097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=2862836580018050097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/2862836580018050097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/2862836580018050097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2009/02/ting-tings-we-walk.html' title=''/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-2231956813091170800</id><published>2009-02-13T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:33:18.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with weekend in college</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’m not going anywhere this weekend, which is so lame to even think about it. Perhaps I could come up with plans, like tomorrow I’m going to do some laundry and house cleaning. Or maybe I could catch up some movies? Hmm, I’m so used of going out every weekend and now I have to stay at college room, during weekend? That is just so unlike me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I decided that might considered myself going to the night that every (well, not every) TESL students in UNISEL has been waiting for; – it’s been ages since the last one – TESL Night 2009. I have some thoughts on what should I wear as the theme for the night is traditional and decent, whatever that means. But with MYR30 for a ticket, I am expecting something different this year. The last TESL Night was in 2007, which was so bad because we have to perform and everything and the management were so bad we’re left starving at the backstage. This year, there will be no performing for us; we just want to enjoy the night, wear fabulous outfits and take some photos. Maybe I can come up with some crazy plans for the night. He he… It’s going to be awesome, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, wish me luck surviving the weekend in college. And, Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;KIM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-2231956813091170800?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/2231956813091170800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=2231956813091170800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/2231956813091170800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/2231956813091170800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-with-weekend-in-college.html' title='the one with weekend in college'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-5622975614210145915</id><published>2009-02-13T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:36:54.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with the body bag (written on Feb 12th)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, what a crazy week! A friend of mine left the country, which is hard for me because he is someone that I care so much. I’m going to miss him, but I’m sure that wherever he goes, he’ll have the time of his life. We started our classes on Tuesday, which is even crazier because I was so distracted but I managed to keep my cool – LOL. The latter class on that day was Mdm. Zainon’s class, which everyone in our class knew that the course was a major yawn. She kept reading and reading, but the best part is when she opens up some stories or something. Well, at least she was well aware that the subject was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just back from watching The Curious Case of Benjamin Button at Cineleisure. The movie was so good! Brad Pitt still got it. He he~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated it when I have to use my blog to do something regarding my private life, but I have no choice. I have been stumbled on so many things that threaten my privacy. I hardly ever hated someone this much since Bitch-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named-Because-She-Is-Too-Ghastly-To-Be-Named, but this is kind of a warning for someone who tried to push the button. I don’t have to tell this every time, that my past is something that I don’t want to play with. You know who you are, and I hope that this is the only one time I warn you this. You are new, and we don’t even know you. Talking smack about one of us, and you will see who will end up in body bag. Not literally, but you’ll see what I mean here. Or maybe we can have our own fun first. Right, Henry?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, more soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;KIM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-5622975614210145915?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/5622975614210145915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=5622975614210145915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/5622975614210145915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/5622975614210145915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-with-body-bag-written-on-feb-12th.html' title='the one with the body bag (written on Feb 12th)'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-2730169847531305521</id><published>2009-01-31T12:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:12:28.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with the trip to penang</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dc1deXa6Xkc/SYPS7tnjFDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WJnqmGPgCvM/s1600-h/image-upload-33-782515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dc1deXa6Xkc/SYPS7tnjFDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WJnqmGPgCvM/s320/image-upload-33-782515.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh! Can you believe it? Today is the last day of January. It's just a month passed by but a lot of stuff happened. Anyway, I went to Penang for CNY holidays with a friend. It's a nice trip, and I'm having fun. We went to Komtar, as you can see in the picture. It's a view of Penang. We stayed at a nice little lodge, so nice that I'm thinking of writing a nice review of it. We had some nice food from mamak's place and Chinese restaurants. We went to Penang Hill by mistake [we're supposedly going to this famous temple and the driver should inform us where we should get off the bus to get there but he didn't, so we end up stopping at Penang Hill] and took some pictures. We went to the open house. It is a nice trip. :-D More soon, bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you,&lt;br /&gt;KIM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-2730169847531305521?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/2730169847531305521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=2730169847531305521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/2730169847531305521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/2730169847531305521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-with-trip-to-penang.html' title='the one with the trip to penang'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dc1deXa6Xkc/SYPS7tnjFDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WJnqmGPgCvM/s72-c/image-upload-33-782515.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-1477791880833020159</id><published>2009-01-15T15:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T16:07:09.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with fingers crossed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been two weeks since the class started and I couldn't be more happier. I'm happy. My life's starting to get back in order. No more skipping classes, sleepless nights... I even started to write diary. Akimy'08 is gone, for good. 2009 promised a better, exciting year for us all. Fingers crossed, it's going to be a wicked year! I can smell it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-1477791880833020159?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/1477791880833020159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=1477791880833020159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/1477791880833020159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/1477791880833020159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-with-fingers-crossed.html' title='the one with fingers crossed'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-7372664894695294650</id><published>2009-01-07T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:48:48.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, this is my first written entry this year. Yahoo! 2009’s finally here! It’s the year that is destined for great things, hopefully. It’s the year of determination for CHANGE. No more playing around. I’m already 20, for God’s sake! The class has started since Monday, and it has been really, really tiring. Considering that last semester I was a little bit ‘relaxed’, this semester I’m going to push myself forward – try not to skip any classes, submit all assignments on time, and do some revisions. A big no-no this year; overnights, alcohol, drugs and too much time wasted on the Internet and sleeps. I’ll try my best to be more organized. I even bought myself a diary as one of my 2009 resolutions. More soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you,&lt;br /&gt;Akimy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-7372664894695294650?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/7372664894695294650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=7372664894695294650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/7372664894695294650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/7372664894695294650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-people-alright-this-is-my-first.html' title='the one with 2009'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-4800180642567957755</id><published>2009-01-03T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:01:20.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://youth09.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://youthmalaysia.com/youth09/images/spread-the-word/youth09/youth09300250.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-4800180642567957755?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/4800180642567957755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=4800180642567957755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/4800180642567957755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/4800180642567957755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-7521300924205435503</id><published>2008-12-31T21:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T21:57:53.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with the last dusk of 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SVt6L8EjGcI/AAAAAAAAAxA/KpzLTKswJgQ/s1600-h/DSC09007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285952933171763650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SVt6L8EjGcI/AAAAAAAAAxA/KpzLTKswJgQ/s400/DSC09007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy 2009 everyone!&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/1203369462695665813-7521300924205435503?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/7521300924205435503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=7521300924205435503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/7521300924205435503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/7521300924205435503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-with-last-dusk-of-2008.html' title='the one with the last dusk of 2008'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SVt6L8EjGcI/AAAAAAAAAxA/KpzLTKswJgQ/s72-c/DSC09007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-5581267835441281508</id><published>2008-12-31T02:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T02:19:01.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with back to school day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SVplklapYaI/AAAAAAAAAwg/bd4MBo0XNVw/s1600-h/DSC03419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285648791866270114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SVplklapYaI/AAAAAAAAAwg/bd4MBo0XNVw/s400/DSC03419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SVpkk2HGSDI/AAAAAAAAAwY/r1XKkij680U/s1600-h/DSC03418.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SVpkkV3zWoI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/vsS3wmGmQpk/s1600-h/DSC03443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285647688181963394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SVpkkV3zWoI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/vsS3wmGmQpk/s400/DSC03443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SVpkj0vP-cI/AAAAAAAAAwI/msRslYNIvwg/s1600-h/DSC03440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285647679287720386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SVpkj0vP-cI/AAAAAAAAAwI/msRslYNIvwg/s400/DSC03440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SVpkjYtb_eI/AAAAAAAAAwA/kcXKH7pY6IQ/s1600-h/DSC08998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285647671763926498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SVpkjYtb_eI/AAAAAAAAAwA/kcXKH7pY6IQ/s400/DSC08998.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-5581267835441281508?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/5581267835441281508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=5581267835441281508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/5581267835441281508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/5581267835441281508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-with-back-to-school-day.html' title='the one with back to school day'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SVplklapYaI/AAAAAAAAAwg/bd4MBo0XNVw/s72-c/DSC03419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-3896713944172783905</id><published>2008-12-31T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T02:03:15.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with new year</title><content type='html'>Hey, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than 24 hours from now, we will be in 2009! Whew, it's been a bumpy year for me. I believe that 2009 is my year, and I will work hard for it. I want to fix everything, I've learned my lesson well. And guys, HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves, AKIMY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. : What's your 2009 resolution?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-3896713944172783905?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/3896713944172783905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=3896713944172783905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/3896713944172783905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/3896713944172783905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-with-new-year.html' title='the one with new year'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-8826707016400072460</id><published>2008-12-06T06:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T06:44:32.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with no internet access</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'm at my hometown in Kuching. But I am not going to be here for long. About two hours from now I'll be on the road with my family to Sibu. We're going to stay a night at my aunt's house as soon as we arrive there, which is about six hours from Kuching. As for tomorrow, we are going to my mom's hometown at Beruit Island. Google it. And we're going to stay there for a week. No internet access, poor cellphone coverage, definitely no shopping mall... Just a beautiful sight of fishing village. So, there will be no Facebook, Friendster, Blogger, et cetera - for a week. I'll be back on December 15th. More soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you&lt;br /&gt;Akimy&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/1203369462695665813-8826707016400072460?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/8826707016400072460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=8826707016400072460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/8826707016400072460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/8826707016400072460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-with-no-internet-access.html' title='the one with no internet access'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-6061816741308144321</id><published>2008-12-03T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:48:08.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with boring stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is weird how much things have changed this past few weeks. I turned 20 years young and some events that really, really put me to the test as a human being... whoa, what a sentence. I mean, I just reached my 20th anniversary, and I've been through lots of thing. I just can't wait to get through the adventures ahead, you know? Maybe for the next 20 years? Or maybe for the next 5 years... This year alone has been a hell of a whirlwind and really, I just can't wait to see what's next for me. My life is quite interesting, and although sometimes I wondered why things happened and I hated it, when I looked back in the past... I am proud of myself that I am capable of going through all that. I'm enjoying every single minute of it. More soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me&lt;br /&gt;Akimy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-6061816741308144321?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/6061816741308144321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=6061816741308144321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/6061816741308144321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/6061816741308144321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-with-boring-stuff.html' title='the one with boring stuff'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-9071939566235144187</id><published>2008-11-21T01:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T01:50:15.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gain, and lose... </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SSWjVt7E7VI/AAAAAAAAAsE/FDnElhDOgPU/s1600-h/image-upload-25-714336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SSWjVt7E7VI/AAAAAAAAAsE/FDnElhDOgPU/s320/image-upload-25-714336.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my 20th birthday, and I couldn't be more thrilled. It's exciting how I am in fact already 'graduated' from my teen years, and beginning to enter adulthood. You know, with -ty (e.g. twen-TY) in our age, -teen is like so yesterday, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we know that things happen, and it is bad enough if it's happen on our birthday. I have a story about my close friend, my love, I just call him *'LT'. He is one sweet guy, very patience, and generous. He gave me anything I needed. He makes me smile, laugh. He can even sing. I can say that none of my day is gone without him beside me, makes me really happy. But now, LT is gone. Without any good bye, he just left. He does not left any hint on how to find him. LT left on my special day, my birthday. I'm going to really miss LT. My birthday, it was fun while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friend, appreciate what you already have because we never knew. We just never knew when it lasted, when it left us all alone. More soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;*LT is my 'laptop'. Missing after some loser break into my room. R.I.P LT, I'm going to miss you, until I got a new one, which is unclear when.   &lt;br /&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/1203369462695665813-9071939566235144187?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/9071939566235144187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=9071939566235144187' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/9071939566235144187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/9071939566235144187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/11/gain-and-lose.html' title='gain, and lose... '/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SSWjVt7E7VI/AAAAAAAAAsE/FDnElhDOgPU/s72-c/image-upload-25-714336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-5037512646311615650</id><published>2008-11-17T06:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T07:00:28.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spur of the moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SSCltndRqlI/AAAAAAAAAr8/tHSzPQBcYHw/s1600-h/DSC04709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269393767127951954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SSCltndRqlI/AAAAAAAAAr8/tHSzPQBcYHw/s400/DSC04709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short one. I just got back from Genting Highlands! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-5037512646311615650?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/5037512646311615650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=5037512646311615650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/5037512646311615650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/5037512646311615650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/11/spur-of-moment.html' title='spur of the moment'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SSCltndRqlI/AAAAAAAAAr8/tHSzPQBcYHw/s72-c/DSC04709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-8794739631840746952</id><published>2008-11-16T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:14:03.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged by adah...again~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1) What is the relationship between you and him?&lt;br /&gt;- He's my friend for life, my mate, my guy. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Your 5 impressions toward him?&lt;br /&gt;- Funny&lt;br /&gt;- Dapper&lt;br /&gt;- Cute&lt;br /&gt;- Talkative&lt;br /&gt;- Smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The most memorable things he had done for you?&lt;br /&gt;- He proposed me? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The most memorable things he have said to you?&lt;br /&gt;- "I'm Angel, it's nice to finally meet you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) If he becomes your enemy, you will..&lt;br /&gt;- ignore him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) If he becomes your enemy, the reason is?&lt;br /&gt;- No idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) The most desirable thing to do on him is?&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, what do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) The overall impression of him is?&lt;br /&gt;- He's hot...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) How do you think the people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't know, ask them. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) The character of you for yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;- I'm very... I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) On the contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;- I'm a control freak, I really hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) The most ideal person that you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;- Prince Harry? hihi~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) For people that care about you and like you, say something about them?&lt;br /&gt;- I know they love me. LOL..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-8794739631840746952?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/8794739631840746952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=8794739631840746952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/8794739631840746952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/8794739631840746952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-by-adahagain.html' title='tagged by adah...again~'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-5531075823573774654</id><published>2008-11-14T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:42:51.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AK 5216</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SR5FKz9Pw_I/AAAAAAAAAr0/Z0QX2eOBWLs/s1600-h/101443399_d3db6c6f3c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SR5FKz9Pw_I/AAAAAAAAAr0/Z0QX2eOBWLs/s400/101443399_d3db6c6f3c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268724666118161394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just gonna be one short post. I've booked my ticket to go back to Kuching. It's a one-way ticket on Friday, December 5th, 1700hrs, Air Asia AK 5216. My first Air Asia flight this year. I just can't wait to go back home and meet my folks, friends. Oh, the second paper is on my birthday, November 20th. French 1. Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Akimy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-5531075823573774654?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/5531075823573774654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=5531075823573774654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/5531075823573774654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/5531075823573774654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/11/ak-5216.html' title='AK 5216'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SR5FKz9Pw_I/AAAAAAAAAr0/Z0QX2eOBWLs/s72-c/101443399_d3db6c6f3c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-7997398019842981497</id><published>2008-11-12T08:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:10:30.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm tagged...=D</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;-THIS OR THAT-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flower or Chocolate: &lt;strong&gt;Chocolate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: &lt;strong&gt;Pepsi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop or Rock: &lt;strong&gt;Pop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship or One Night Stand: &lt;strong&gt;Relationship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School or Work: &lt;strong&gt;School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love or Money: &lt;strong&gt;Love =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies or Music: &lt;strong&gt;Music (man, this one is &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; hard)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Country or city : &lt;strong&gt;City&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny days or Rainy days: &lt;strong&gt;Sunny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends or Family: &lt;strong&gt;Family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-HAVE YOU EVER-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoked: &lt;strong&gt;Yeah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broke someone’s heart: &lt;strong&gt;Not proud of it, but yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had your heart broken: &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were a prince/princess: &lt;strong&gt;Prince?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liked someone who was taken: &lt;strong&gt;Haha! Yes! It's an innocent crush, I guess. No one knows.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaved your head: &lt;strong&gt;Yeah, my dad did it to me. -Sad sad-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in love: &lt;strong&gt;Yes, currently.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used chopsticks: &lt;strong&gt;Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang in front of the mirror to yourself: &lt;strong&gt;Always. =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-FAVOURITES-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy: &lt;strong&gt;Tootsie Rolls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: &lt;strong&gt;You Must Love Me- Madonna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scent: &lt;strong&gt;Lavender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musical Instrument: &lt;strong&gt;Piano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie:&lt;strong&gt; Juno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actor/Actress: &lt;strong&gt;Keanu Reeves/Angelina Jolie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junk food: &lt;strong&gt;Pringles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal: &lt;strong&gt;Cat!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything you wish you could change about yourself: &lt;strong&gt;I don't know -scratch scratch-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you’re attractive: &lt;strong&gt;I like to think so, LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You had to choose a fairytale as your life what would you choose: &lt;strong&gt;Snow White... =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you play any sports: &lt;strong&gt;I'm a runner once. Does that count?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-7997398019842981497?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/7997398019842981497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=7997398019842981497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/7997398019842981497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/7997398019842981497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-taggedd.html' title='i&apos;m tagged...=D'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-2558839171927424449</id><published>2008-11-11T15:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T15:44:56.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun stuff!</title><content type='html'>You must watch &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DpA2tMrQ4RU" target="_new"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-2558839171927424449?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/2558839171927424449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=2558839171927424449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/2558839171927424449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/2558839171927424449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/11/fun-stuff.html' title='fun stuff!'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-4470559998762666824</id><published>2008-11-11T08:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:01:08.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday, Ayyum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SRjRhzVycQI/AAAAAAAAAq8/AAhhrhVa_Wc/s1600-h/DSC00861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267190142857277698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SRjRhzVycQI/AAAAAAAAAq8/AAhhrhVa_Wc/s400/DSC00861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My not-so-little brother, Ayyum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is November 11, and today is my bro's 14th anniversary! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;From us: Amy, Akimy, Niessa, Ilah, Mak and Apak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We love you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P.s. You guys can send your birthday wish to him personally, by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/44437912" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;clicking here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;on his Friendster profile. Oh, and if you notice something weird about his profile, just ignore it. It is just some stupid prank by his two sis. =) xoxo Akimy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-4470559998762666824?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/4470559998762666824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=4470559998762666824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/4470559998762666824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/4470559998762666824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-ayyum.html' title='Happy birthday, Ayyum!'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SRjRhzVycQI/AAAAAAAAAq8/AAhhrhVa_Wc/s72-c/DSC00861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-8755719974315573056</id><published>2008-11-11T00:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T02:49:16.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KAPUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SRhvnyRrEzI/AAAAAAAAAq0/MO0mvRETx60/s1600-h/moneymoney_money.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267082493511275314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SRhvnyRrEzI/AAAAAAAAAq0/MO0mvRETx60/s400/moneymoney_money.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the last few posts I've been talking about Madonna+Britney reunion, causes that I support, a very sad story about a mother whom lost her sons because of an irresponsible drunk-driving twat, etc. and none of it is about me. So in this post, I wanna make it up by updating a little bit about what has been around lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was dull. There's no class on Monday. &lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;; we (me, Azu, Munirah and Zura) went to The Curve and Mid Valley. A long story, don't wanna bore you with that. &lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;; nothing again, except that Mdm. K called us "buffalo" and "pegi mampus", as long as I didn't want to talk about it - it doesn't happen. &lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;; Mdm. Z's literature class. I'll pass on this one too. Lousy. &lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;; sleep, sleep, sleep-orama. I woke up at 11. Supposedly there's Mr. Soo's class but I decided the night before that I'll skip it. Oh, little Lucifer! &lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;; supposedly there's a party at friend of Nazareth's place, somewhere at Damansara I guess. His name is Yavor, a Bulgarian. Blond and very attractive. But I cancelled. I know, I'm stupid. But I cannot have myself wasted and having the worst hangover the morning after (because I have to prep myself for Monday) and it is NOT a party without doing shots, Buds and Cosmo. Okay, &lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;; NONE! Kaput! Okay, last week is officially sucks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-8755719974315573056?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/8755719974315573056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=8755719974315573056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/8755719974315573056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/8755719974315573056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-people-so-last-few-posts-ive-been.html' title='KAPUT'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SRhvnyRrEzI/AAAAAAAAAq0/MO0mvRETx60/s72-c/moneymoney_money.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-7028097238391103613</id><published>2008-11-08T14:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T14:47:01.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG! Madonna, Britney and Justin...?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SRUwTo6rxsI/AAAAAAAAAqc/BM0uANzt5Sk/s1600-h/gallery_main-britney-spears-madonna-sticky-sweet-concert-110708-0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266168453238867650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SRUwTo6rxsI/AAAAAAAAAqc/BM0uANzt5Sk/s400/gallery_main-britney-spears-madonna-sticky-sweet-concert-110708-0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Madonna: "She's not your bitch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When these two pop royalties collide, the crowd goes gaga and I was like, OMFG! Britney made her appearance during the song "Human Nature", during Madonna's concert in Dodger Stadium, LA. The rumors are true after all, except that Justin joined Her Madgesty later during "4 Minutes".  Britney looked GREAT!&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/1203369462695665813-7028097238391103613?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/7028097238391103613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=7028097238391103613' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/7028097238391103613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/7028097238391103613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/11/omfg-madonna-britney-and-justin.html' title='OMFG! Madonna, Britney and Justin...?!'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SRUwTo6rxsI/AAAAAAAAAqc/BM0uANzt5Sk/s72-c/gallery_main-britney-spears-madonna-sticky-sweet-concert-110708-0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-7016217013184024529</id><published>2008-11-07T13:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T15:42:03.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a very sad story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SRPZi9XbI_I/AAAAAAAAAqU/QWwnMEc3abg/s1600-h/article-1083733-024E6E7C000005DC-280_468x336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265791583937831922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SRPZi9XbI_I/AAAAAAAAAqU/QWwnMEc3abg/s400/article-1083733-024E6E7C000005DC-280_468x336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1083733/After-car-crash-footballer-Luke-McCormick-killed-children-Amanda-Peak-tells-heartbreaking-story.html" target="_new"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to read a very heartbreaking story about a mother lost her two sons, caused by drink-driving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Their bedrooms are silent now. She can't bear the sight of their shoes by the front door - and still talks about them as if they're playing outside. If you want to know the real cost of drink-driving, read this mother's story...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-7016217013184024529?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/7016217013184024529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=7016217013184024529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/7016217013184024529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/7016217013184024529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/11/very-sad-story.html' title='a very sad story'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SRPZi9XbI_I/AAAAAAAAAqU/QWwnMEc3abg/s72-c/article-1083733-024E6E7C000005DC-280_468x336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-6012887545688479013</id><published>2008-11-05T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:23:09.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama will be first black US president</title><content type='html'>Obama, the 44th President of the USA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-6012887545688479013?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/6012887545688479013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=6012887545688479013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/6012887545688479013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/6012887545688479013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-will-be-first-black-us-president.html' title='Obama will be first black US president'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-2904569117199250708</id><published>2008-11-05T08:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:45:19.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>US of A 2008 Election</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 250px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fff"&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://news.yahoo.com/election-badge" width="250" height="360" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="candidate=obama" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="FLOAT: right" href="http://www.yahoo.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="19" alt="Yahoo!" src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mig/electionsbadge/y00.gif" width="33" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; MARGIN-LEFT: 8px; COLOR: #555; LINE-HEIGHT: 19px; FONT-FAMILY: sans-serif" href="http://news.yahoo.com/elections/"&gt;See latest stories on Yahoo! News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-2904569117199250708?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/2904569117199250708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=2904569117199250708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/2904569117199250708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/2904569117199250708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/11/us-of-2008-election.html' title='US of A 2008 Election'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-4538980082734823919</id><published>2008-11-04T10:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T15:43:56.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>donate for a good cause on my birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SQ-yb8iAgwI/AAAAAAAAAqM/_lCuIL7EryM/s1600-h/l_61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264622682594378498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SQ-yb8iAgwI/AAAAAAAAAqM/_lCuIL7EryM/s320/l_61.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm turning 20 on November 20. In honor of my birthday, &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/causes/birthdays/18153?m=ece7ab3a" target="_new"&gt;donate $20&lt;/a&gt; to my birthday cause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My birthday is coming up and, instead of buying me a gift, I'm asking that you donate money to a cause I really believe in. This is one of my favorite causes and your donation will go to a nonprofit that makes a difference. Not only will they appreciate the donation, but so will I. Thanks for your birthday wishes and for donating!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The donation benefit is for &lt;a href="http://www.unicef.org/" target="_new"&gt;UNICEF&lt;/a&gt;. Their mission is to help children around the globe. Help the children, help the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-4538980082734823919?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/4538980082734823919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=4538980082734823919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/4538980082734823919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/4538980082734823919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/11/donate-for-good-cause-on-my-birthday.html' title='donate for a good cause on my birthday'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SQ-yb8iAgwI/AAAAAAAAAqM/_lCuIL7EryM/s72-c/l_61.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-6301152092195856854</id><published>2008-11-03T15:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T15:59:19.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy b'day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SQ6uE87hpyI/AAAAAAAAAqE/2mg__86SXzE/s1600-h/DSC02446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264336414541195042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SQ6uE87hpyI/AAAAAAAAAqE/2mg__86SXzE/s400/DSC02446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy 20th Birthday to my dear friend &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Aida&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May God bless you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Akimy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SQ6soRzpwLI/AAAAAAAAAp8/2CM-VsQ05vg/s1600-h/DSC02446.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/1203369462695665813-6301152092195856854?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/6301152092195856854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=6301152092195856854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/6301152092195856854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/6301152092195856854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-bday.html' title='happy b&apos;day!'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SQ6uE87hpyI/AAAAAAAAAqE/2mg__86SXzE/s72-c/DSC02446.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-2158318983491431140</id><published>2008-11-01T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T00:56:32.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SQs2M3Rmj8I/AAAAAAAAAp0/bK7CGqg7ex4/s1600-h/happy-halloween-pumpkin-777055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263360184136667074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SQs2M3Rmj8I/AAAAAAAAAp0/bK7CGqg7ex4/s400/happy-halloween-pumpkin-777055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry for the late wish, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN BITCHES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-2158318983491431140?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/2158318983491431140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=2158318983491431140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/2158318983491431140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/2158318983491431140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='HALLOWEEN...!'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SQs2M3Rmj8I/AAAAAAAAAp0/bK7CGqg7ex4/s72-c/happy-halloween-pumpkin-777055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-8771857676663648167</id><published>2008-10-28T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:26:03.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>It's not enough to want to the truth. You must know where to look for it. And the truth is elusive, because it knows where to hide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-8771857676663648167?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/8771857676663648167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=8771857676663648167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/8771857676663648167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/8771857676663648167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/10/quote-of-day_28.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-7323998644905601183</id><published>2008-10-28T20:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:35:42.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SQcETy37UJI/AAAAAAAAAfc/h3fBvqZpFqg/s1600-h/DSC08411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262179427726086290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SQcETy37UJI/AAAAAAAAAfc/h3fBvqZpFqg/s400/DSC08411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SQcCFVcK2SI/AAAAAAAAAfU/f3VgoqoJAsM/s1600-h/DSC08411.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I went to the Chancellery to put my name on the waiting list to get my sub-ledger detail, or simply called as financial statement among us. It contains fees payment detail, and it is important because this thing will determine whether we can get the clearance slip or not. The clearance slip is issued after we paid everything and it is recorded in the sub-ledger detail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I arrived at the Chancellery at 1400hrs. By that time, the Bursar should be opened but it was still closed and there is a sign pasted on the glass saying "SYSTEM DOWN". I was so disappointed and I already decided that I want to go back to my room, but I saw a few other students still waiting outside the office, so I decided to give a shot. I waited until someone from the inside of the office switched on the light and yanked the "SYSTEM DOWN" notice from the glass. Thank goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am standing in the line, waiting for my turn. I am the third one, and it takes 15 minutes for me to wait. When it is my turn, I showed the woman behind the counter my previous sub-ledger detail and I explained to her a bit. She took it from me and analyzing the details. I just stand there for 10 minutes, and I noticed that she printed something and it is my sub-ledger detail! It is easier than I thought. I don't have to put my name to that waiting list like my the other of my friends does. And then she issued at clearance slip. Thank God. The whole thing is done in 10 minutes, and I'm free to collect my exam result slip AND my examination slip for this coming final. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate is back, and I'm dying every second he's here. More soon bitches!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akimy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-7323998644905601183?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/7323998644905601183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=7323998644905601183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/7323998644905601183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/7323998644905601183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/10/done.html' title='DONE!'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SQcETy37UJI/AAAAAAAAAfc/h3fBvqZpFqg/s72-c/DSC08411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-5365646536372466274</id><published>2008-10-25T17:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:46:18.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new haircut, baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SQLmzUHnteI/AAAAAAAAAfM/D9vyfaMIolo/s1600-h/image-upload-40-725190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SQLmzUHnteI/AAAAAAAAAfM/D9vyfaMIolo/s320/image-upload-40-725190.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it! Don't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks to Hugo from e3 Salon, Petaling St.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-5365646536372466274?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/5365646536372466274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=5365646536372466274' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/5365646536372466274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/5365646536372466274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-haircut-baby.html' title='new haircut, baby!'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SQLmzUHnteI/AAAAAAAAAfM/D9vyfaMIolo/s72-c/image-upload-40-725190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-4377188593465561881</id><published>2008-10-24T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T22:31:27.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quote of the day</title><content type='html'>Trust is a fragile thing. Once earned, it affords us tremendous freedom. But once trust is lost, it can be impossible to recover. Of course the truth is, we never know who we can trust. Those we're closest to can betray us, and total strangers can come to our rescue. In the end, most people decide to trust only themselves. It really is the simplest way to keep from getting burned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-4377188593465561881?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/4377188593465561881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=4377188593465561881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/4377188593465561881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/4377188593465561881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/10/quote-of-day.html' title='quote of the day'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-51043486786642841</id><published>2008-10-24T19:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T20:45:00.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAMMA MIA! HERE I GO AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SQGylQRsQrI/AAAAAAAAAfE/71DXZgPeiCo/s1600-h/MammaMiaTeaserPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260682192839525042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SQGylQRsQrI/AAAAAAAAAfE/71DXZgPeiCo/s400/MammaMiaTeaserPoster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I already watched &lt;strong&gt;Mamma Mia! The Movie &lt;/strong&gt;and I freakin' love, love it! ABBA is one of the greatest musical influences and I listened to their songs since I was little. I sang along to the songs played in the movie that I'm familiar with, like &lt;em&gt;Take a Chance&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Gimme Gimme Gimme&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Dancing Queen&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Mamma Mia&lt;/em&gt;, etc. For those who haven't watch the movie, please go to the nearest GSC and watch it. It's totally worth every penny and a great revisit to their glorious era. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABBA,&lt;/strong&gt; T&lt;strong&gt;hank You for the Music&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-51043486786642841?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/51043486786642841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=51043486786642841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/51043486786642841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/51043486786642841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/10/mamma-mia-here-i-go-again.html' title='MAMMA MIA! HERE I GO AGAIN!'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SQGylQRsQrI/AAAAAAAAAfE/71DXZgPeiCo/s72-c/MammaMiaTeaserPoster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-7163421808417142731</id><published>2008-10-21T03:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T04:06:19.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>open your heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SPzhUEeuxjI/AAAAAAAAAe8/0BCnC_0qyi4/s1600-h/610x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259326199778166322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SPzhUEeuxjI/AAAAAAAAAe8/0BCnC_0qyi4/s400/610x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;David Beckham as UNICEF Goodwill Ambassador during his visit in Sierra Leone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you know that each year, 275 million children worldwide are exposed to domestic violence? Find out more &lt;a href="http://www.unicef.org/voy/index.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Children are our future. By destroying them, we destroying any hope of having a better future. Can we be more considerate of the innocent ones that we are hurting? How many more cries do we have to hear or see, how many crimes do we have to witness, how many more delinquencies do we have to feel sorry for, how many horrors before we make changes. Our children need us. I want to make some changes, NOW! What about you?" - Kadijo [16, Female, USA]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Be a member of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;UNICEF's Voices of Youth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and see what you can do regarding issues surrounding children all over the world, from violence towards children, human rights restrictions, youth migration, commercial sexual exploitation and many more. &lt;a href="http://www.unicef.org/voy/index.php"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to learn what you can do to &lt;strong&gt;CHANGE&lt;/strong&gt; the world into a better place for our children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-7163421808417142731?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/7163421808417142731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=7163421808417142731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/7163421808417142731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/7163421808417142731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/10/open-your-heart.html' title='open your heart'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SPzhUEeuxjI/AAAAAAAAAe8/0BCnC_0qyi4/s72-c/610x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-544310051597567222</id><published>2008-10-20T03:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T22:16:28.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Akimy's 20th Anniversary Wish List</title><content type='html'>Hello people!&lt;br /&gt;It's already October 20th, and I am so pleased to announce that it's a month left for my 20th birthday. I told my friends that today is the day that I am going to publish my wish list, exclusively here (wait, who am I think I am?). So, here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Akimy's 20th Anniversary Wish List:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. A mirrored disco ball: &lt;/strong&gt;It would be great if I get one of those as gifts. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. 2009 diary:&lt;/strong&gt; I have an early resolution. I want to keep a diary next year, and write in it everyday. How ambitious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. A fedora hat: &lt;/strong&gt;Always wanted to wear one LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Movie outing with my friends:&lt;/strong&gt; Nothing pricey, it's just a movie outing with friends, having fun and some Starbucks or cupcakes. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. The Blackberry Bold Smartphone:&lt;/strong&gt; Google it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Special birthday shoutout at Perez Hilton:&lt;/strong&gt; It's not too much, is it? Or I can share it with someone that has the same birthday as I am? *&lt;em&gt;wink wink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Nokia E66:&lt;/strong&gt; A little bit pricey, but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep updating this list from time to time until my birthday. More soon, bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo kimy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-544310051597567222?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/544310051597567222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=544310051597567222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/544310051597567222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/544310051597567222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/10/akimys-20th-anniversary-wish-list.html' title='Akimy&apos;s 20th Anniversary Wish List'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-122024605131383551</id><published>2008-10-19T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T04:43:11.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRICK-OR-TREAT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SPuatqonsII/AAAAAAAAAe0/-sFWs0qPBY4/s1600-h/scream08.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258967099214639234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SPuatqonsII/AAAAAAAAAe0/-sFWs0qPBY4/s400/scream08.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For more info, &lt;a href="http://axcess.com.my/s_scream.asp?id=4143199367126095110732815604637608242909"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-122024605131383551?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/122024605131383551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=122024605131383551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/122024605131383551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/122024605131383551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='TRICK-OR-TREAT!'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SPuatqonsII/AAAAAAAAAe0/-sFWs0qPBY4/s72-c/scream08.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-7469765222283321057</id><published>2008-10-19T02:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T03:18:27.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daily pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SPov3GR1epI/AAAAAAAAAek/dDMcV_eoO6Y/s1600-h/DSC08368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258568138533206674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SPov3GR1epI/AAAAAAAAAek/dDMcV_eoO6Y/s400/DSC08368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm editing some pictures since have nothing to do (except that I have that Mr. Soo's mini-thesis to be finish by... I have no idea!) so this is the latest one. More soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-7469765222283321057?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/7469765222283321057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=7469765222283321057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/7469765222283321057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/7469765222283321057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/10/daily-pic.html' title='daily pic'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SPov3GR1epI/AAAAAAAAAek/dDMcV_eoO6Y/s72-c/DSC08368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-6505390275002263643</id><published>2008-10-18T02:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T04:46:20.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sharing to the world...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SPjdqCX47AI/AAAAAAAAAec/AazXgeGk7qM/s1600-h/DSC04318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258196279216368642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SPjdqCX47AI/AAAAAAAAAec/AazXgeGk7qM/s400/DSC04318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SPjc40QeOoI/AAAAAAAAAeU/zLvmEelqiGw/s1600-h/DSC04121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258195433613572738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SPjc40QeOoI/AAAAAAAAAeU/zLvmEelqiGw/s400/DSC04121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; because &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sharing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-6505390275002263643?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/6505390275002263643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=6505390275002263643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/6505390275002263643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/6505390275002263643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/10/sharing-to-world.html' title='sharing to the world...'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SPjdqCX47AI/AAAAAAAAAec/AazXgeGk7qM/s72-c/DSC04318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-1591917009909362776</id><published>2008-10-16T14:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T03:34:12.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new look...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SPeXFSXMnPI/AAAAAAAAAeE/LVrO2rolDgE/s1600-h/DSC08586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257837207062617330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SPeXFSXMnPI/AAAAAAAAAeE/LVrO2rolDgE/s400/DSC08586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday might be one of the craziest day ever! 24-hour sleepless, doing lesson plan, fever and cold... And this morning supposedly Mdm Zarihan's class, but I'm not going since I woke up at 9.30 and my head is like glued to the pillow. Still sick, but getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, after woke up at 10pm (I slept from 6pm). It felt so good, well, because finally I get some sleep but my head is killing me so I went to the bathroom and freshen up. I called Iwan to get me some drinks as I continued to read Perez when I found out that Madonna and Guy's getting divorce. I check out my blog and I have a terrific idea to revamp the look of my blog. So, I chose a new layout with customized color scheme. I like it very much. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow there's going to be a French test, held by our French 1 lecturer at FITM. Finger crossed for luck. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a good spirit, although I missed my dear Nazareth so bad. He's in Manchester for college visiting. He will be back to Shah Alam next week, and I can't wait to meet him! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, more soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me&lt;br /&gt;Akimy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-1591917009909362776?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/1591917009909362776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=1591917009909362776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/1591917009909362776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/1591917009909362776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-look.html' title='new look...?'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SPeXFSXMnPI/AAAAAAAAAeE/LVrO2rolDgE/s72-c/DSC08586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-6933412125510660581</id><published>2008-10-16T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T04:49:38.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madonna and Guy Ritchie to Divorce!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SPYcDMFLzDI/AAAAAAAAAd8/OfjwOlTZirI/s1600-h/madonna-costume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257420456109788210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SPYcDMFLzDI/AAAAAAAAAd8/OfjwOlTZirI/s400/madonna-costume.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No more Mr. Madonna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yup, you read it right. The Madgesty and that director &lt;em&gt;Guy&lt;/em&gt; is &lt;a href="http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5gMNkm4XZusB6LBavrlOew7QdYjMgD93R0BVG0"&gt;getting divorce &lt;/a&gt;after 7 1/2 years of marriage. It is said that they don't have any &lt;a href="http://perezhilton.com/2008-10-15-theres-no-pre-nup"&gt;pre-nup&lt;/a&gt;, so, expect the ugliest divorce battle of the decade to happen! Here's some excerpts of Madonna's interview with Larry King back in 1999 on marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;KING: Do you want to marry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADONNA: I don't know. I don't know how I feel about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KING: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADONNA: Well, because sometimes I ask myself what, you know, what does marriage mean. What is it exactly? What's the point of it? It seems like a really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KING: Nice tradition, though, isn't it? If it were just a tradition of bonding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADONNA: I certainly -- I'm a romantic, and I believe in true love, and the whole, you know, finding your soul mate and all of those things, but I just don't know the whole marriage thing -- I mean, what's the point of it really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KING: You don't see a point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADONNA: Well, I'm not sure. I mean, don't know how I feel about it. I'm really conflicted, because there's a part of me that thinks that it's a sacred ritual and a beautiful tradition, and then there's a part of me that thinks that it was -- it came from a time when -- when women -- when it was a contract, that a woman entered into when a woman wasn't capable of taking care of herself and she needed a man to take care of her, and so I, you know, I have a lot of mixed feelings about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KING: The Catholic part of you probably wants to, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADONNA: The Catholic part of me, and there is -- I do have an old-fashioned part of me, the romantic part of me, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KING: Supposing you met someone, you fell in love, and he wanted to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADONNA: Well, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-6933412125510660581?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/6933412125510660581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=6933412125510660581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/6933412125510660581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/6933412125510660581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/10/madonna-and-guy-ritchie-to-divorce.html' title='Madonna and Guy Ritchie to Divorce!'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SPYcDMFLzDI/AAAAAAAAAd8/OfjwOlTZirI/s72-c/madonna-costume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-37356338526851125</id><published>2008-10-15T11:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:16:11.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LESSON PLAN WHAT?</title><content type='html'>Finally, after much hardwork and determination (by &lt;em&gt;determination &lt;/em&gt;I mean lots of caffeine), I finally able to finish the Assignment of the Year, the LESSON PLAN. &lt;em&gt;clap clap&lt;/em&gt;. Congrats Kimy, now you deserve a very good sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-37356338526851125?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/37356338526851125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=37356338526851125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/37356338526851125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/37356338526851125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/10/lesson-plan-what.html' title='LESSON PLAN WHAT?'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-4500184980056942815</id><published>2008-10-05T13:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T13:24:16.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Eid! xoxo akimy </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SOhPgO2aGoI/AAAAAAAAAdc/PfEKTJPbOjU/s1600-h/image-upload-40-756352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SOhPgO2aGoI/AAAAAAAAAdc/PfEKTJPbOjU/s320/image-upload-40-756352.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just back from my hometown, and now I'm on my way back to UNISEL (cue applause *clap clap*). I'm not sure how I feel about going back to hostel on the 5th of Eid. I think that I'm a little bit sad. Anyway, I have some more important stuff to deal with than just sitting around the table and eating ketupat with rendang, automatically adding some extra pounds. I know, heaven forbid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think that the 5th Eid was never too late for me to wish you guys a happy, blessed and prosperous Eid ul Fitr to all Muslim readers. More soon!  &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/1203369462695665813-4500184980056942815?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/4500184980056942815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=4500184980056942815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/4500184980056942815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/4500184980056942815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-eid-xoxo-akimy.html' title='Happy Eid! xoxo akimy '/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SOhPgO2aGoI/AAAAAAAAAdc/PfEKTJPbOjU/s72-c/image-upload-40-756352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-7723239451773823597</id><published>2008-09-26T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T09:20:40.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SNw4y4W5vhI/AAAAAAAAAdU/TL7UyMKRg9U/s1600-h/poster6325023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250133712380214802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SNw4y4W5vhI/AAAAAAAAAdU/TL7UyMKRg9U/s400/poster6325023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-7723239451773823597?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/7723239451773823597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=7723239451773823597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/7723239451773823597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/7723239451773823597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/09/silly.html' title='silly'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SNw4y4W5vhI/AAAAAAAAAdU/TL7UyMKRg9U/s72-c/poster6325023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-3765577475446422326</id><published>2008-09-24T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:30:00.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raja Petra in Perez?!</title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, take a look of &lt;a href="http://perezhilton.com/2008-09-24-malaysian-blogger-detained"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. I didn't want to comment on anything, but I must say this thing is totally embarrassing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to Kuching this Friday, and I just can't wait to meet my parents. I have been homesick for quite sometime now. My flight's at 6.30pm from KLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay peeps, more soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri to all my friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yasmin, Afiq, Azu, Farah, Iwan, Kak Zie, Aida, Adek, Saiful, Fariha, Kamal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My bestie, Helmi. I just can't wait for us to meet again! We have so much to catch about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me&lt;br /&gt;Akimy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-3765577475446422326?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/3765577475446422326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=3765577475446422326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/3765577475446422326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/3765577475446422326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/09/raja-petra-in-perez.html' title='Raja Petra in Perez?!'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-2336638974498406233</id><published>2008-09-13T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T16:44:26.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meanness</title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I am able to get access to my Blogger account and updating my blog. It's been quite an upside down week for me, as always, but I get used to it. I listen to a lot of music as a therapy session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything to talk about, I'm not very much inspired lately. So, I just wanted to tell you that I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know who you are - this is for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't need an asshole to make me feel like one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't need anybody in my life who doesn't want to be there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh, I still have your secrets. It will be safe with me, as long as you shut your fucking trap about me. If I go down, you go down with me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well then, more soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know you love me,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Akimy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-2336638974498406233?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/2336638974498406233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=2336638974498406233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/2336638974498406233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/2336638974498406233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/09/meanness.html' title='meanness'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-8657615489717377930</id><published>2008-09-02T16:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T16:42:33.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some thoughts from a starving me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SLz8eJ3XAwI/AAAAAAAAAdM/p20ci-3NgoY/s1600-h/image-upload-112-752480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SLz8eJ3XAwI/AAAAAAAAAdM/p20ci-3NgoY/s320/image-upload-112-752480.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already September and it is unbelievable how fast has it been since I started this blog a few months back. I've been through a lot of things and I've been having some thoughts that this year wasn't my year. I often blundered into situation where I have to choose or think, sometimes it is too much for someone at my age. But, I always reminded myself that as long as I stay in love all around me and gives back, I'm happy with it. I always remember that I'm not alone, and saying that maybe God has a big plan for me. We never know. And I don't wanna assume anything, because if you ASSuME, you make an ASS out of you and ME. Okay, life supposed to be dramatic, tragic, make up and break up, joy, happiness, sex - all in one. If you don't have any of it, your life is sucks! Adieu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me&lt;br /&gt;Akimy &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/1203369462695665813-8657615489717377930?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/8657615489717377930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=8657615489717377930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/8657615489717377930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/8657615489717377930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-thoughts-from-starving-me.html' title='some thoughts from a starving me'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SLz8eJ3XAwI/AAAAAAAAAdM/p20ci-3NgoY/s72-c/image-upload-112-752480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-7839265019535181635</id><published>2008-08-15T22:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:39:55.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MADONNA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SKWTYfhm5uI/AAAAAAAAAc8/D5EQKb1t9cE/s1600-h/madonna_chains_narrowweb__300x421,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234752190876673762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SKWTYfhm5uI/AAAAAAAAAc8/D5EQKb1t9cE/s400/madonna_chains_narrowweb__300x421,0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SKWTYsmHzTI/AAAAAAAAAdE/_XaB4oM7QWE/s1600-h/madonna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234752194385268018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SKWTYsmHzTI/AAAAAAAAAdE/_XaB4oM7QWE/s400/madonna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The greatest pop icon of our time, none other than Madonna turns 50 years old on August 16th. I wish her the best in life and lots of love. Happy birthday, Your Madgesty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know I love you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Akimy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-7839265019535181635?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/7839265019535181635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=7839265019535181635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/7839265019535181635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/7839265019535181635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-madonna.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MADONNA!'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SKWTYfhm5uI/AAAAAAAAAc8/D5EQKb1t9cE/s72-c/madonna_chains_narrowweb__300x421,0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-5731412339413355231</id><published>2008-08-15T21:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:18:59.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything's brand new!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SKWBS_EySVI/AAAAAAAAAck/MyEvnmSTnzU/s1600-h/DSC08510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234732305057204562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SKWBS_EySVI/AAAAAAAAAck/MyEvnmSTnzU/s400/DSC08510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SKWBTHIygfI/AAAAAAAAAcs/m6g0jsjKYJ4/s1600-h/DSC08511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234732307221479922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SKWBTHIygfI/AAAAAAAAAcs/m6g0jsjKYJ4/s400/DSC08511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just love the brand new Blogger Dashboard! I mean, it's so neat and new, I love, love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, there's no secret that I am a shoe addict. My recent purchase is in the picture above. I think the color combo is so cool. What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gotta go! More soon, bitches!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;XOXOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Akimy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s. If you haven't listening to Lily Allen's &lt;em&gt;Fuck You Very Much &lt;/em&gt;yet, then you are a loser......!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-5731412339413355231?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/5731412339413355231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=5731412339413355231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/5731412339413355231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/5731412339413355231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/08/everythings-brand-new.html' title='everything&apos;s brand new!'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SKWBS_EySVI/AAAAAAAAAck/MyEvnmSTnzU/s72-c/DSC08510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-8151836205702561162</id><published>2008-08-13T10:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T10:55:16.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something unexplainable</title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you thought that you live in modern days that everything happened around us are usually explainable, when something happens that we can't even know where to start with - we started to think that we've been living in the world that sometimes the 'unseen' could messing up with our life for  unknown reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely have no freaking idea what am I telling you just now, but I've been living with this 'unseen' thing for quite a week now, since I moved in to my new room in the campus residential area. It's not exactly like &lt;em&gt;living &lt;/em&gt;living, that 'thing' has been bothering me when I am sleeping. Every night, that 'thing' is like 'sitting' on me or something, it makes me harder to move when it is on me. In fact, I can't even move my finger! As a result, I have a sleepless night and when that 'thing' is gone, I can finally sleep but it's already like 7 am in the morning!  That's pretty much to explain everything that happened this few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, am I a total loser that I never post a single shout out on 08.08.08? Yeah, loser it is. Okay, more soon bitches! xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me&lt;br /&gt;Akimy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-8151836205702561162?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/8151836205702561162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=8151836205702561162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/8151836205702561162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/8151836205702561162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/08/something-unexplainable.html' title='something unexplainable'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-6277005605172903524</id><published>2008-08-03T12:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T12:50:17.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAA</title><content type='html'>Here is the list of MTV Asia Awards winners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite Music Artist Awards from Asia:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Artist of China: &lt;strong&gt;Lee Yu Chun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Artist of Hong Kong: &lt;strong&gt;Leo Ku&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Artist of Indonesia: &lt;strong&gt;Yovie &amp;amp; Nuno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Artist of Korea: &lt;strong&gt;Super Junior&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Artist of Malaysia: &lt;strong&gt;Nicholas Teo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Artist of Philippines: &lt;strong&gt;Chicosci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Favorite Artist of Singapore: &lt;strong&gt;Stefanie Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Favorite Artist of Taiwan: &lt;strong&gt;Show Lo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Artist of Thailand: &lt;strong&gt;TOR+ Saksit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;International Music Awards:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite International Artist of Asia: &lt;strong&gt;Linkin Park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Hook-up: &lt;strong&gt;Timbaland feat. OneRepublic - “Apologize”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Innovation Award: &lt;strong&gt;Radio Head&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakthrough Artist: &lt;strong&gt;Leona Lewis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video Star: 30 Seconds to Mars - &lt;strong&gt;“A Beautiful Lie”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring Da House Down: Muse – &lt;strong&gt;Muse Asia Tour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edc Style Award: &lt;strong&gt;Panic at the Disco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knockout Award: &lt;strong&gt;The Click Five&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration Award: &lt;strong&gt;Karen Mok&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-6277005605172903524?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/6277005605172903524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=6277005605172903524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/6277005605172903524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/6277005605172903524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/08/maa.html' title='MAA'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-4415202593541957688</id><published>2008-07-30T12:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:22:39.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SI_qYc565UI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/-Pqdfc6oru0/s1600-h/image-upload-175-701288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SI_qYc565UI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/-Pqdfc6oru0/s320/image-upload-175-701288.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of holiday and I can say that I'm anxious to see what's coming ahead. More drama? I hope not. But of all that, I'm very pleased to announce that my hostel booking application is finally approved, and I got in! Maybe it's a good sign, I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever feel that when you are in a relationship with your friends or your partner that you think you have tried too hard to keep the relationship work? You tried and tried, you feel that you have tried so hard to please everyone and at one point you decided that you doesn't care anymore and you decided to stop trying? I need your opinion on how to overcome this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, more soon bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you&lt;br /&gt;Akimy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-4415202593541957688?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/4415202593541957688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=4415202593541957688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/4415202593541957688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/4415202593541957688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/07/try.html' title='TRY'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SI_qYc565UI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/-Pqdfc6oru0/s72-c/image-upload-175-701288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-3277319944775113697</id><published>2008-07-16T16:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T17:12:22.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sex and the city</title><content type='html'>Hello people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, how was your holiday? Mine sucks, hard. Believe me. I can't do my daily routine; walking at the park near to my house. It'll be raining every evening. In fact, it's already raining at here, right now. Luckily I just got back from a cake house nearby. I bought a slice of my favorite cheese cake and cookies. I also bought my Pepsi supply and Kit Kat. Happy times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had watched Sex and the City although it has not been released at any cinema in Malaysia yet, thanks to DVD shop nearby my house. I love the movie, SJP is a brilliant actress. I heard there will be a sequel and I can't wait! Okay, more soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know you love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Akimy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-3277319944775113697?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/3277319944775113697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=3277319944775113697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/3277319944775113697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/3277319944775113697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/07/sex-and-city.html' title='sex and the city'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-6565500467847588030</id><published>2008-07-14T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T17:35:20.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4lbs</title><content type='html'>Hello people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a week of holiday, and I already gained 4lbs. I ate chicken burger I made myself for lunch and dinner, and egg roll for supper. It goes round and round, every day. I know, sounds pathetic. My uncle has been away for that Rainforest Music Festival at Santubong, and I have the place for my own. It reminded me of my time when I was staying alone last year, plus a brand new Yamaha keyboard! Okay, I have to go. More soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me&lt;br /&gt;Akimy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-6565500467847588030?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/6565500467847588030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=6565500467847588030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/6565500467847588030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/6565500467847588030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/07/4lbs.html' title='4lbs'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-6768614971282794520</id><published>2008-07-02T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T22:51:40.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SGuVhUgD7_I/AAAAAAAAAbg/KCQ2XSBB2Ww/s1600-h/bfjenny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218428992910258162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SGuVhUgD7_I/AAAAAAAAAbg/KCQ2XSBB2Ww/s400/bfjenny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your lazy ass out of your bed and go watch &lt;em&gt;Wanted&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I rate this film 4 stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-6768614971282794520?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/6768614971282794520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=6768614971282794520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/6768614971282794520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/6768614971282794520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/07/get-your-lazy-ass-out-of-your-bed-and.html' title=''/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SGuVhUgD7_I/AAAAAAAAAbg/KCQ2XSBB2Ww/s72-c/bfjenny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-1078344040559453091</id><published>2008-07-02T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T22:43:26.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clueless</title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last post was generally about movies that I’ve watched and will watch, so this post I will be totally spill the bean about what’s happened these past few days. Movies and stuffs are great though, it’s just something that really kills me at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a phone call from my friend, Kamal from Kuching that my dear friend AJ is in the ER. I really, really hope that he’s doing well. I love him, and I wish his family to be strong to get through this hard time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is, my friend Yasmin and her roommates has already finalized everything about renting a house outside the campus, so the next semester, they won’t be staying in the campus. What am I just saying? Anyway, yes… they’re moving out and the good news is, their soon-to-be neighbors – which is their next door neighbors, which is boys - are looking out for new roommates, two roommates exactly. I have been thinking much lately about staying outside – I’m saying no curfew, Internet access, freedom stuff like that – it’s kind of amazing. But I’m not sure about this. Of course, at the end of this semester, we have to clear our stuff from our current hostel room so that the next semester we will get into the new room, IF we get one. I have some other alternatives, but I will think deeper about it soon enough. I know I will find the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention something about course registration? Okay, don’t be stupid, Akimy, I have not mentioned anything about it. So guess what? I have registered six courses and I took French as the foreign language. It’s like my dream since I knew that French accent sounds sexy. I just can’t wait to get my first French lesson. Oh, maybe I could write lyrics about it. Like Madonna, she got this one song, Spanish Lesson, in her latest record. I could write French Lesson, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I wish that I could write some more but I totally blanked at the moment and I could only wrote this much, so I’m going to stop here. More soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me&lt;br /&gt;Akimy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After an unfortunate twist of drama, I didn't get the place. I need to find a new house immediately before my departure to Kuching this 9th of July.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-1078344040559453091?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/1078344040559453091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=1078344040559453091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/1078344040559453091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/1078344040559453091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/07/clueless.html' title='clueless'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-8246308362105548279</id><published>2008-06-21T21:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T21:55:01.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>made of honor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SF0INdLgT-I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/agA35i52X9U/s1600-h/image-upload-39-701266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SF0INdLgT-I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/agA35i52X9U/s320/image-upload-39-701266.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have not been here for a while now. I'm busy with stuffs going on with my study and my personal life. Frankly saying, there's not much going on. My love life is beyond great. I have love all around me. I can tell that I couldn't be more happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just after watching Patrick Dempsey's Made of Honor, and the film - according to me - would rate 5 stars! The film was a perfect blend of great humor, script and whatsoever that made it a perfect movie. It's not just a regular chick flick, and I think guys out there should consider to watch this flick. A definite 2008 must watch list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward for Angelina Jolie's latest gig in Wanted, due release on June 26. The last time I remember Jolie kicked ass would be in Kung Fu Panda as she lend her voice to a character, Tigress. This year is definitely her year, with baby (or is it babies? I heard it's twins.) is coming very soon from now; and career comeback - she's still got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fellas, I have to go. Gotta shower. More soon, bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Akimy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Oh, and that's Meen, behind the 'Whatever' can.]&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/1203369462695665813-8246308362105548279?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/8246308362105548279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=8246308362105548279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/8246308362105548279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/8246308362105548279'/><link 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SFXVNXifPlI/AAAAAAAAAbI/igOFl-CDJ9k/s1600-h/image-upload-94-792978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SFXVNXifPlI/AAAAAAAAAbI/igOFl-CDJ9k/s320/image-upload-94-792978.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;My new hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thanks to Ben at Peter and Guys, Berjaya Times Square]&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/1203369462695665813-7686883031304070351?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/7686883031304070351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=7686883031304070351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/7686883031304070351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/7686883031304070351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-pic.html' title='first pic!'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SFXVNXifPlI/AAAAAAAAAbI/igOFl-CDJ9k/s72-c/image-upload-94-792978.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-4205055759231643422</id><published>2008-06-14T09:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T09:09:48.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SFMaWyHbHkI/AAAAAAAAAa4/8ymqGsZu5CI/s1600-h/image-upload-24-787487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SFMaWyHbHkI/AAAAAAAAAa4/8ymqGsZu5CI/s320/image-upload-24-787487.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm alright..&lt;br /&gt;Don't be sorry&lt;br /&gt;but it's true,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;You'll realize,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm the best thing that happen to you...&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/1203369462695665813-4205055759231643422?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/4205055759231643422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=4205055759231643422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/4205055759231643422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/4205055759231643422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/06/to.html' title='to...'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SFMaWyHbHkI/AAAAAAAAAa4/8ymqGsZu5CI/s72-c/image-upload-24-787487.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-4839798713901041879</id><published>2008-06-13T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T23:56:58.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SFKYyEBDDQI/AAAAAAAAAaw/09RISLl3e4w/s1600-h/image-upload-15-716565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SFKYyEBDDQI/AAAAAAAAAaw/09RISLl3e4w/s320/image-upload-15-716565.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just one kiss&lt;br /&gt;Just one touch&lt;br /&gt;Just one look&lt;br /&gt;Just one love...&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/1203369462695665813-4839798713901041879?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/4839798713901041879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=4839798713901041879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/4839798713901041879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/4839798713901041879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/06/uno.html' title='uno'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SFKYyEBDDQI/AAAAAAAAAaw/09RISLl3e4w/s72-c/image-upload-15-716565.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-2089587053407197897</id><published>2008-06-02T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T22:23:40.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...sleeping with the enemy&lt;br /&gt;   aware that he was smothering&lt;br /&gt;every last part of me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; so I broke away and finally find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my strength to live...&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/1203369462695665813-2089587053407197897?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/2089587053407197897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=2089587053407197897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/2089587053407197897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/2089587053407197897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-7287508346456509277</id><published>2008-05-26T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T22:27:34.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SDrDILZxNtI/AAAAAAAAAao/33HZLrzaBEc/s1600-h/image-upload-363-791804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SDrDILZxNtI/AAAAAAAAAao/33HZLrzaBEc/s320/image-upload-363-791804.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nature is about balance. All the world comes in pairs. Yin and Yang. Right and wrong. Day and night. What's pleasure without pain?&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/1203369462695665813-7287508346456509277?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/7287508346456509277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=7287508346456509277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/7287508346456509277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/7287508346456509277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/05/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SDrDILZxNtI/AAAAAAAAAao/33HZLrzaBEc/s72-c/image-upload-363-791804.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-4149837531682136097</id><published>2008-05-23T18:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T18:59:25.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Narnia!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SDaXJ7ZxNsI/AAAAAAAAAag/KRYsRh3spLc/s1600-h/image-upload-234-791487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SDaXJ7ZxNsI/AAAAAAAAAag/KRYsRh3spLc/s320/image-upload-234-791487.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous post was kind of depressing. I'm afraid that my writing scare my readers (as if I have any) so this post, I just want to talk about fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday I went to watch Narnia with Adek, Meen, Sabreena, Uncle Daud and Safiya. This is my first Narnia I watch at cinema (I did watch the 1st Narnia, on DVD with Johann, Barcelona, Sean, Nicci and Kamal). I took the first bus to KL, hopped into the train to Bank Negara and walk (!) through streets to Masjid Jamek, where I met Adek there. We went to KLCC where we met Meen and her clan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narnia was an amazing movie with bunch of great casts (Prince Caspian anyone?). The dialogue are great with a slight wit in it. I think it is not too much if I say that Narnia could be one of the best movie of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, more soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me&lt;br /&gt;Akimy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-4149837531682136097?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/4149837531682136097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=4149837531682136097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/4149837531682136097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/4149837531682136097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/05/narnia.html' title='Narnia!!'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SDaXJ7ZxNsI/AAAAAAAAAag/KRYsRh3spLc/s72-c/image-upload-234-791487.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-9052579694176054004</id><published>2008-05-23T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T15:15:13.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life's a bitch</title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past few days has been hard for me. Well, aside from going to Genting and nearly get arrested for failed to show my ID when then officer asked me to, I'm fine. It's just, dealing with ongoing inner conflict is hard. I can't predict what will happen next, but as other existing person in the universe, I'm expecting a good life from the day I started to be able to think until the end of time. God, what a quote! But, yeah... I meant every word I said, but now I'm not pretty sure about that. My life's still a mess. Messy mess. Fucking mess. I don't know. &lt;em&gt;Macam sampah. &lt;/em&gt;There are some point in our life that we hate ourselves, and I'm going through it right now. I hate my own reflection in the mirror. I hate myself for being too forgiving. I hate myself because I'm in an unfortunate love life when I have so much love to give. I hate myself for loving someone too much and I know it's just really wrong since that person is my close friend. I hate myself because I feel like I am not good enough to be with that person and my friends when I thought that I've tried my best to do so. Sometimes I felt like I just want to disappear. The lesser me from everyone's life would be the best. Until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo xo&lt;br /&gt;akimy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-9052579694176054004?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/9052579694176054004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=9052579694176054004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/9052579694176054004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/9052579694176054004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/05/lifes-bitch.html' title='life&apos;s a bitch'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-7996672817079907594</id><published>2008-05-01T20:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:30:58.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day at my dad's hometown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SBm3nReJNuI/AAAAAAAAAX0/dml__besWKQ/s1600-h/DSC07518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195385530481194722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SBm3nReJNuI/AAAAAAAAAX0/dml__besWKQ/s400/DSC07518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shot by &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/krewn"&gt;Niessa&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SBm29heJNtI/AAAAAAAAAXs/cTJgZgCnCBI/s1600-h/DSC07512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195384813221656274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SBm29heJNtI/AAAAAAAAAXs/cTJgZgCnCBI/s400/DSC07512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the small bridge to the paddy field, in the middle of the sizzling hot day. I'm hot!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SBm2OheJNsI/AAAAAAAAAXk/qjtXp3TL4WI/s1600-h/DSC07509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195384005767804610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SBm2OheJNsI/AAAAAAAAAXk/qjtXp3TL4WI/s400/DSC07509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Trying to bring down the coconut. Finally it did fall!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-7996672817079907594?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/7996672817079907594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=7996672817079907594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/7996672817079907594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/7996672817079907594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-at-my-dads-hometown.html' title='a day at my dad&apos;s hometown'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SBm3nReJNuI/AAAAAAAAAX0/dml__besWKQ/s72-c/DSC07518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-2807587652090814212</id><published>2008-04-20T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T00:32:02.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my holiday? DULL!</title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been four days of my arrival at Kuching - you know, I'm on my holiday - and I am bored to death! Most of my friends are busy with their stuff, you now, their part-time job, study and stuffs. And, eventually I'm not staying alone anymore. I live with my uncle, he's a teacher at an art school in the city. He is crashing in my house while waiting for his apartment to be ready to move into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do nothing except watching TV, surf the net, eat and sleep. Oh, and walking at the park, play with my cats. Hell, yeah I miss them so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to &lt;em&gt;See You Again &lt;/em&gt;by Miley Cyrus and &lt;em&gt;Mercy &lt;/em&gt;by Duffy, I try to make this term break as interesting as I could. I'm planning to go to &lt;a href="http://www.thespring.com.my/"&gt;The Spring&lt;/a&gt;, a new shopping mall launched early of this year at Kuching. They have Big Apple Donuts, F.O.S., G2000, Giordano, La Primavera, L'Occitane, MPH, Padini, Sushi King and even Starbucks is there too! Oh, Lord... I'm going to heaven... It is sort of a bit far from my home but I don't care!!! I mean, far or not, does it ever going to stop me to have my caffeine fix?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward for the next interesting three weeks of my holiday. More soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me&lt;br /&gt;Akimy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-2807587652090814212?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/2807587652090814212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=2807587652090814212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/2807587652090814212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/2807587652090814212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-holiday-dull.html' title='my holiday? DULL!'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-6343557436944530929</id><published>2008-04-12T02:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:00:19.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a public apology</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/R_-p4MXB-DI/AAAAAAAAAXE/OKH67OAbQTU/s1600-h/image-upload-279-704006.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/R_-p4MXB-DI/AAAAAAAAAXE/OKH67OAbQTU/s320/image-upload-279-704006.jpe" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard for me to post this since my blog is a public blog, anyone can read this shit. So, I call this my apology to anyone whom I had done or said anything bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, to my closest friend in UNISEL cum a classmate of mine cum my roommate, Afiq; I know I have been a terrible friend. I should not hang out a little bit too much with some person that I just met this semester (no offense, Azu and Farah. I love you guys, a lot) and started to ignore you that I never realize that until someone that I always love as a friend and a brother told me. You know I love you, and I should have not done this. I felt terrible... I don't know. I'm SORRY, for everything that I've done in the past, present and some future events that we never know. Same to my Yasmin, I love you so much...! I'm so, so, sorry for being such an asshole extraordinaire. To Kak Zie, Aida, Fariha, Adek... I don't know why I acted like such a loser. I'm sorry... I just wanted to let everyone know that this come from my heart, unfiltered. This is an honest apology I made, I hope all of you would read this. To my dear friend Azu and Farah; we have been through a hell lots of thing, you guys are great. Never been an asshole. I love you both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Adrian, I'm sorry for taking me so long to tell this; you are a great guy, a great friend, we had an amazing 6 months of 2007 together. You've always been by my side, you've watched my ups and downs. I love you, and I miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barcelona, I never meant to hurt you. Kamal is a good guy, and you know you love him. I'm sorry for everything. I know, I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I love all of you!&lt;br /&gt;Akimy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-6343557436944530929?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/6343557436944530929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=6343557436944530929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/6343557436944530929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/6343557436944530929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/04/public-apology.html' title='a public apology'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/R_-p4MXB-DI/AAAAAAAAAXE/OKH67OAbQTU/s72-c/image-upload-279-704006.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203369462695665813.post-1030167218058047137</id><published>2008-04-08T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:42:32.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Language and the brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/R_t8s-9wwPI/AAAAAAAAAWk/d4b7RkGyCus/s1600-h/image-upload-283-795678.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/R_t8s-9wwPI/AAAAAAAAAWk/d4b7RkGyCus/s320/image-upload-283-795678.jpe" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neurolinguistics - studies the physical structure of the brain - relates to language production and comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language organ - the mind.&lt;br /&gt;Language faculty located - left hemispheric cortex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main parts of the brain:&lt;br /&gt;-cerebrum (forebrain)&lt;br /&gt;-cerebellum (the hindbrain)&lt;br /&gt;-the brain stem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General structure of the brain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;-divided into vertical halves &amp;gt;hemispheres.&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt;right hemisphere.&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt;left hemisphere.&lt;br /&gt;-connected in the middle by a bundle of nerves fibre called - corpus callosum - enables both hemisphere to communication.&lt;br /&gt;More soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me&lt;br /&gt;Akimy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203369462695665813-1030167218058047137?l=akimy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/feeds/1030167218058047137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1203369462695665813&amp;postID=1030167218058047137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/1030167218058047137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203369462695665813/posts/default/1030167218058047137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akimy.blogspot.com/2008/04/language-and-brain.html' title='Language and the brain'/><author><name>akimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773362098336008109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/SemnDXOhfaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5_fLQrHH-GE/S220/DSC09274.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7h3uno9EmE/R_t8s-9wwPI/AAAAAAAAAWk/d4b7RkGyCus/s72-c/image-upload-283-795678.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
