<?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-5495899338368925430</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:22:20.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EmmaRahimah</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495899338368925430/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>EmmaEclair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02525925640293550204</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/_BmYKuIXDjnM/SvLapan8hpI/AAAAAAAAALY/ggSQw5Nj1CM/S220/4788_97481343892_579248892_2137482_5221955_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495899338368925430.post-3194323331194566214</id><published>2011-10-12T07:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T07:27:51.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day You've Pushed Me to My Wits End</title><content type='html'>Am i suppose to be understanding?&lt;br /&gt;The hurt is just overwhelming. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if i'm being rude but i simply can't take it. &lt;br /&gt;Why i your attitude like this?&lt;br /&gt;I learn to forgive and forget and that is what i have been doing. &lt;br /&gt;However, i can't stand the look on your face. &lt;br /&gt;It's just something that i tolerated too long. &lt;br /&gt;Today, i finally burst into tears. &lt;br /&gt;I was not supposed to be at fault. &lt;br /&gt;You are suppose to handle your own things. &lt;br /&gt;If you do not want people to call you, why don't you disconnect the telephone line?&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a sin that i'm feeling like this towards you. &lt;br /&gt;But to me, i'm not wrong here. &lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you threatens, &lt;br /&gt;When you show your anger,&lt;br /&gt;when you complain to others,&lt;br /&gt;when you made my name rusty. &lt;br /&gt;Don't blame me if i've muted myself towards you.&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame me if i've turned myself against you. &lt;br /&gt;Don't blame me if it's hard for me to show my emotions towards you. &lt;br /&gt;And don't blame me for this, i simply don't like you. &lt;br /&gt;If i could say i hate you, i would. &lt;br /&gt;But to me, hate is too strong. &lt;br /&gt;No matter what, you're an elder and i shall respect that. &lt;br /&gt;but tbh, you don't deserve it at all. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. But i'll continue being like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495899338368925430-3194323331194566214?l=emma-eclair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/feeds/3194323331194566214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-youve-pushed-me-to-my-wits-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495899338368925430/posts/default/3194323331194566214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495899338368925430/posts/default/3194323331194566214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-youve-pushed-me-to-my-wits-end.html' title='The Day You&apos;ve Pushed Me to My Wits End'/><author><name>EmmaEclair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02525925640293550204</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/_BmYKuIXDjnM/SvLapan8hpI/AAAAAAAAALY/ggSQw5Nj1CM/S220/4788_97481343892_579248892_2137482_5221955_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495899338368925430.post-7818342504042013767</id><published>2011-10-12T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T07:27:32.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day you</title><content type='html'>Am i suppose to be understanding?&lt;br /&gt;The hurt is just overwhelming. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if i'm being rude but i simply can't take it. &lt;br /&gt;Why i your attitude like this?&lt;br /&gt;I learn to forgive and forget and that is what i have been doing. &lt;br /&gt;However, i can't stand the look on your face. &lt;br /&gt;It's just something that i tolerated too long. &lt;br /&gt;Today, i finally burst into tears. &lt;br /&gt;I was not supposed to be at fault. &lt;br /&gt;You are suppose to handle your own things. &lt;br /&gt;If you do not want people to call you, why don't you disconnect the telephone line?&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a sin that i'm feeling like this towards you. &lt;br /&gt;But to me, i'm not wrong here. &lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you threatens, &lt;br /&gt;When you show your anger,&lt;br /&gt;when you complain to others,&lt;br /&gt;when you made my name rusty. &lt;br /&gt;Don't blame me if i've muted myself towards you.&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame me if i've turned myself against you. &lt;br /&gt;Don't blame me if it's hard for me to show my emotions towards you. &lt;br /&gt;And don't blame me for this, i simply don't like you. &lt;br /&gt;If i could say i hate you, i would. &lt;br /&gt;But to me, hate is too strong. &lt;br /&gt;No matter what, you're an elder and i shall respect that. &lt;br /&gt;but tbh, you don't deserve it at all. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. But i'll continue being like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495899338368925430-7818342504042013767?l=emma-eclair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/feeds/7818342504042013767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495899338368925430/posts/default/7818342504042013767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495899338368925430/posts/default/7818342504042013767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-you.html' title='The Day you'/><author><name>EmmaEclair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02525925640293550204</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/_BmYKuIXDjnM/SvLapan8hpI/AAAAAAAAALY/ggSQw5Nj1CM/S220/4788_97481343892_579248892_2137482_5221955_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495899338368925430.post-1674726979028806370</id><published>2010-08-19T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T04:54:00.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,one word:GEYLANG&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe i spent half my day yesterday at Geylang. &lt;br /&gt;My mom wants me to follow along to Geylang until it was time for us to break fast. &lt;br /&gt;We had our dinner at Chai Chee Restaurant. &lt;br /&gt;Well, had a blast. &lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;Wait, did i mention i wanted to lose weight?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's after yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that we went to CS. &lt;br /&gt;Slack for a while than home(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say. &lt;br /&gt;Im listless today.&lt;br /&gt;Broke fast all by myself. &lt;br /&gt;Before that i tweeted yayan. &lt;br /&gt;Then he called to ask me to break fast with him and a few others i guess. &lt;br /&gt;But it was too last minute and plus my mom have already cooked. &lt;br /&gt;Though i was breaking fast alone.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks anyway yan(: &lt;br /&gt;That's all. &lt;br /&gt;Now, i have nothing to do with the comp or anything else. &lt;br /&gt;Seriously listless. &lt;br /&gt;Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind,i'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495899338368925430-1674726979028806370?l=emma-eclair.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmYKuIXDjnM/SvLapan8hpI/AAAAAAAAALY/ggSQw5Nj1CM/S220/4788_97481343892_579248892_2137482_5221955_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495899338368925430.post-521302222377080935</id><published>2010-08-17T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T06:28:56.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Night</title><content type='html'>Woke up, felt so lost.&lt;br /&gt;No one was home. &lt;br /&gt;Great. &lt;br /&gt;I spend my day today doing random things. &lt;br /&gt;Watch random vids. &lt;br /&gt;Listen random musics.&lt;br /&gt;Think of random things. &lt;br /&gt;And above all, here is the most random thing that i have been thinking about. &lt;br /&gt;Shall I seriously go and lose weight?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why but half my heart feels like while the other half don't feel like. &lt;br /&gt;Reason being is that, what's the point for losing weight?&lt;br /&gt;Will that make me happy?&lt;br /&gt;Hais. &lt;br /&gt;But I have a goal in life. &lt;br /&gt;To be able to lose weight and take up dancing as a hobby.&lt;br /&gt;Shall i do it?&lt;br /&gt;Im in dilemma. &lt;br /&gt;Lose weight? Don't lose? Lose? Don't?&lt;br /&gt;Crap, told ya today is a random night along with random post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EmmaIsConfused&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495899338368925430-521302222377080935?l=emma-eclair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/feeds/521302222377080935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/2010/08/random-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495899338368925430/posts/default/521302222377080935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495899338368925430/posts/default/521302222377080935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmYKuIXDjnM/TGlqZdDxt3I/AAAAAAAAAbo/86mpzVZgfA8/s320/DSC01058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506049004966885234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE KPOP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495899338368925430-4109094642150648349?l=emma-eclair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/feeds/4109094642150648349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/2010/08/kpop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495899338368925430/posts/default/4109094642150648349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>I went home today and go out with my mom to get presentation clothes. &lt;br /&gt;I feel damn tired and irritated with many things.&lt;br /&gt;Also, things are confusing and I have no one to rely on.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from my school, I'm confused by other things. &lt;br /&gt;Hais, why are things so complicated?&lt;br /&gt;I wish things are simple so I can get it straight.&lt;br /&gt;Hais, I give up. &lt;br /&gt;If your msg pops out at my phone, it would really brighten up my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Wishing that you noticed&lt;b/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495899338368925430-6027525158510970201?l=emma-eclair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/feeds/6027525158510970201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-went-home-today-and-go-out-with-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495899338368925430/posts/default/6027525158510970201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495899338368925430/posts/default/6027525158510970201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-went-home-today-and-go-out-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>EmmaEclair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02525925640293550204</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/_BmYKuIXDjnM/SvLapan8hpI/AAAAAAAAALY/ggSQw5Nj1CM/S220/4788_97481343892_579248892_2137482_5221955_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495899338368925430.post-29053683354023303</id><published>2010-06-29T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T05:43:06.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling extremely upset right now. &lt;br /&gt;What have i done wrong?&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother has drive me to my wits end. &lt;br /&gt;Do i look so much like a rotten granddaughter?&lt;br /&gt;I dont smoke&lt;br /&gt;I dont drink&lt;br /&gt;I dont go home late&lt;br /&gt;I dont have a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;All the things that are not duppose to be done by a girl that much are all the thing that i never did. &lt;br /&gt;Must you judge me by the way i behave at home. &lt;br /&gt;I admit that i really dont want to have conver with you that much. &lt;br /&gt;It's not about being rude. &lt;br /&gt;It's about how topicless will it be if i were to talk to you. &lt;br /&gt;If you ask me question, i answer. &lt;br /&gt;But hell you just pissed me. &lt;br /&gt;You were the one who could not hear me and you still dare to call me jahat?&lt;br /&gt;"Die ni memang jahat"&lt;br /&gt;What rights do you have to say that to me?&lt;br /&gt;I did nothing wrong and this is how you judge me?&lt;br /&gt;I dont care if you favour my brother more than me cause it din mattered.&lt;br /&gt;But dont judge me the way i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;It's just not fair.&lt;br /&gt;You ignore or hate me all you can, dont judge me wrongly. &lt;br /&gt;You're telling everyone of your friends that i'm the most rude and unfilial granddaughter you had. &lt;br /&gt;But you're wrong. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one doing the bad things but you are. &lt;br /&gt;It's your problem if you're coming home late, not coming home, going out, not cooking or anything. &lt;br /&gt;You don't have to tell me or call me and pretend that you care. &lt;br /&gt;You cant tell me what to do cause what i'm doing is not wrong to anyone but only in your eyes.  &lt;br /&gt;I can pretend that i'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside, i really prefer that you don't care. &lt;br /&gt;Now after that phrase,my tears kept flowing. &lt;br /&gt;I never want to get emotional when it involves you because i dont feel worth it. &lt;br /&gt;But that phrase really showed me how much you have badmouthed me. &lt;br /&gt;It's not fair. &lt;br /&gt;As long as Tuhan sahaje yang tahu. &lt;br /&gt;I know i did not do anything wrong. &lt;br /&gt;It's up to you to say whatever you want. &lt;br /&gt;I give up.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm so sad right now.&lt;br /&gt;I've never been so sad. &lt;br /&gt;My tears kept flowing.&lt;br /&gt;If only i have a listening ear who would console me. &lt;br /&gt;Then again, i aint that lucky. &lt;br /&gt;Going through this and being badmouthed on my own. &lt;br /&gt;I'm hurting like crazy.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>EmmaEclair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02525925640293550204</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/_BmYKuIXDjnM/SvLapan8hpI/AAAAAAAAALY/ggSQw5Nj1CM/S220/4788_97481343892_579248892_2137482_5221955_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495899338368925430.post-7640185647748317616</id><published>2010-06-29T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T00:39:22.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys, i'm back. Just so you know i nearly deleted this blog. &lt;br /&gt;But nvm, heckcare. &lt;br /&gt;When i feel like updating, i will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the story goes like this, &lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since i forgot someone. &lt;br /&gt;Now, i think i'm liking someone. &lt;br /&gt;I tried to restrain myself but i cant. &lt;br /&gt;How?&lt;br /&gt;Whatsmore this person is someone that i have not met for years. &lt;br /&gt;Long years. &lt;br /&gt;It's like invincible feelings. &lt;br /&gt;We contacted not long ago. &lt;br /&gt;Sweet talks!&lt;br /&gt;That made me like him. &lt;br /&gt;I hate sweet talks. I just wonder if it's sincere or not. &lt;br /&gt;Crap! Seriously sweet talks coming from him made me betray myself. &lt;br /&gt;I think it's wrong to like him. &lt;br /&gt;It'll be extremely weird. &lt;br /&gt;Should i not expect much?&lt;br /&gt;But i always want to see his text message coming in.&lt;br /&gt;Pop in front of my screen. &lt;br /&gt;I want to talk to him. &lt;br /&gt;But i cant.&lt;br /&gt;He's always fading, clear, fading, clear. &lt;br /&gt;We contacted a few months ago. &lt;br /&gt;Stop contacting. &lt;br /&gt;Contacted yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Aint replying today. &lt;br /&gt;So how?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he's playing. &lt;br /&gt;I hope not. &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be hurt anymore. &lt;br /&gt;Life is just not fair for me in terms of feelings. &lt;br /&gt;I just want to feel impotant and i havent got to feel. &lt;br /&gt;I aint desperate but lonely. &lt;br /&gt;His messages made me throw all the above away. &lt;br /&gt;But when he fades, i kept waiting. &lt;br /&gt;Then again i made the first move. &lt;br /&gt;He said to text him anytime i want, he'll reply. &lt;br /&gt;But so far havent. &lt;br /&gt;He said to call him if he never reply. &lt;br /&gt;But what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;It'll make it seems like i want your full attention on me. &lt;br /&gt;No, i'm not going that way. &lt;br /&gt;I just want it to be normal. &lt;br /&gt;Then you text me, we no longer use KA. &lt;br /&gt;We're using IU. &lt;br /&gt;What does this means? &lt;br /&gt;Is it just a normal conver with IU or something else?&lt;br /&gt;I'm confuse. &lt;br /&gt;I simply wished that you're not playing with me. &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to get hurt. &lt;br /&gt;The feeling is just unbearable. &lt;br /&gt;I went through once and i had enough. &lt;br /&gt;Though i smiled, i was sad. &lt;br /&gt;I told you before about my love life. &lt;br /&gt;U told me u understand. &lt;br /&gt;I wish you show me u understand. &lt;br /&gt;Just tell me you're not playing then i'll be happy enough. &lt;br /&gt;I don't expect much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; If you're not playing, tell me you're not joking either&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495899338368925430-7640185647748317616?l=emma-eclair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/feeds/7640185647748317616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/2010/06/hey-guys-im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495899338368925430/posts/default/7640185647748317616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495899338368925430/posts/default/7640185647748317616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/2010/06/hey-guys-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>EmmaEclair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02525925640293550204</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/_BmYKuIXDjnM/SvLapan8hpI/AAAAAAAAALY/ggSQw5Nj1CM/S220/4788_97481343892_579248892_2137482_5221955_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495899338368925430.post-4895005073518502989</id><published>2010-05-18T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T05:09:45.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking down the path,</title><content type='html'>When i walked my way home, &lt;br /&gt;I felt so lonely and everything around me was quiet. &lt;br /&gt;How i wish there'll be someone to walk home with me,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so lonely when i walked all by myself. &lt;br /&gt;Finally, you're gone-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495899338368925430-4895005073518502989?l=emma-eclair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/feeds/4895005073518502989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/2010/05/walking-down-path.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495899338368925430/posts/default/4895005073518502989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495899338368925430/posts/default/4895005073518502989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/2010/05/walking-down-path.html' title='Walking down the path,'/><author><name>EmmaEclair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02525925640293550204</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/_BmYKuIXDjnM/SvLapan8hpI/AAAAAAAAALY/ggSQw5Nj1CM/S220/4788_97481343892_579248892_2137482_5221955_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495899338368925430.post-6912834334678543181</id><published>2010-05-15T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T05:15:32.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It goes on &amp;&amp; on</title><content type='html'>Though it's Saturday, i'm not blogging about today. &lt;br /&gt;Instead, i'm going to blog about yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing to blog anyway. &lt;br /&gt;I had lunch with half of my class at tamp. &lt;br /&gt;We ate Pastamania together but the boys hit the highclass section. &lt;br /&gt;Ahax, they ate at phin something something. &lt;br /&gt;After that as usual, hit class.&lt;br /&gt;We were late somehow. &lt;br /&gt;In class, a few enjoyed eating. &lt;br /&gt;We ate chips, chocopie and giant pocky!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, but the teacher seems oblivious about it. &lt;br /&gt;She just ignored though she saw. &lt;br /&gt;Then we were all facebooking instead of listening. &lt;br /&gt;However, we understand what she was trying to teach luh. &lt;br /&gt;After all that, i decided to go home. &lt;br /&gt;Saw fabian and asked him if he's going home. &lt;br /&gt;He said yes and we decided to go home together since we take the same bus. &lt;br /&gt;Then we i alight from bus, i had to wait for another bus but it was not in sight. &lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I walked home from there. &lt;br /&gt;I decided to walk home from the 69 bus stop all the way home as it wont take long. &lt;br /&gt;And my bus fare wont be wasted. &lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Then when i reach home, i was super bored. &lt;br /&gt;Though of doing some work, but the body is not allowing. &lt;br /&gt;It forced me to stare at the computer all the way. &lt;br /&gt;So i had no choice but to play comp all the way. &lt;br /&gt;HEHEHE, then had a long talk with Joleen!&lt;br /&gt;Today she got church. &lt;br /&gt;Her exams is coming, Good Luck babe(:&lt;br /&gt;That's all uh. &lt;br /&gt;For today, i did not go out so i have nothing to blog about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I wish you'd understand me but somehow,u don't!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495899338368925430-6912834334678543181?l=emma-eclair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/feeds/6912834334678543181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-goes-on-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495899338368925430/posts/default/6912834334678543181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495899338368925430/posts/default/6912834334678543181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-goes-on-on.html' title='It goes on &amp;&amp; on'/><author><name>EmmaEclair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02525925640293550204</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/_BmYKuIXDjnM/SvLapan8hpI/AAAAAAAAALY/ggSQw5Nj1CM/S220/4788_97481343892_579248892_2137482_5221955_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495899338368925430.post-5287545855572735196</id><published>2010-05-11T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T09:22:34.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just updating!</title><content type='html'>Let's start with, ermm school bah?&lt;br /&gt;Well, first thing first, i got lost to go for tutorial class-.-&lt;br /&gt;Stupid, so unclear.&lt;br /&gt;Then had business accounts class.&lt;br /&gt;Not boring, it's fine but kinda confuse.&lt;br /&gt;Also, the class very quiet.&lt;br /&gt;And the room very cold.&lt;br /&gt;But then, when go out already, bloody hot.&lt;br /&gt;Hhahaha,&lt;br /&gt;Then had lecture,microecons.&lt;br /&gt;Not bad but damn sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Had no idea why i was super sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;I kept accidentally shut my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! OMG, i need to buck up.&lt;br /&gt;After that had a meeting with my group, we discussed a little and dazed a lot!&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, we decided to research and combine effort so reached home around 3.&lt;br /&gt;Had a long shower, rested for half an hour on the bed with my iphone.&lt;br /&gt;Then do some homework.&lt;br /&gt;Then, switched on the comp.&lt;br /&gt;Started to do some research which eventually killed me half way.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I seriously am losing my mind in &lt;u&gt;COMM SKILLS&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I thought i wont have to do anymore essays when i entered business school.&lt;br /&gt;Shoots la!&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with a lot of people through msn.&lt;br /&gt;Keep complaining with them about how irritated i was with comm skills.&lt;br /&gt;And, they agreeed with me too.&lt;br /&gt;At around 10.30, had a long talk with yayan.&lt;br /&gt;We were catching up with each other's life.&lt;br /&gt;After talking for very long, i asked him whether he's tired and wanna hang up nots?&lt;br /&gt;He replied me saying, i have to teman you la.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, then we hung up at 12am cause we both are tired.&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;But here i am blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Actually i had nothing to talk about so i'm just posting whatever happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I thought you were going to make a move, but i was wrong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495899338368925430-5287545855572735196?l=emma-eclair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/feeds/5287545855572735196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-updating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495899338368925430/posts/default/5287545855572735196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495899338368925430/posts/default/5287545855572735196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-updating.html' title='Just updating!'/><author><name>EmmaEclair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02525925640293550204</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/_BmYKuIXDjnM/SvLapan8hpI/AAAAAAAAALY/ggSQw5Nj1CM/S220/4788_97481343892_579248892_2137482_5221955_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495899338368925430.post-4072613154402116464</id><published>2010-05-09T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T08:31:29.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmYKuIXDjnM/S-bUAVBrLaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/M62ysCkl3c0/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 126px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469291899597303202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmYKuIXDjnM/S-bUAVBrLaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/M62ysCkl3c0/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, happy mother's day to my mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, today i went to have a meal at Fish and Co with my brother and my mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We celebrate mother's day in a simple way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we had to go LPS because Cik Anon wants us too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought going there was to celebrate Mother's day but instead it was like a working day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to help and it was seriously busy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many things pissed me especially this few customers that have no patience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish i could just give them raw satays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, niway then i took a ride home with a few of my cousins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, i was happy to meet my cousins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially shahrul!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha, and Faisal looked so diff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promised that i will try to look for him in school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He even scolded me because i ignored him whenever he tried to call for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahah, when in the car arul kept disturbing me in every way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a great day but i was again feeling extremely lazy for tmrw's school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My test is drawing near and i am freaking out big time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to study!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone help me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont want test and i dont want to go to school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i need to do well! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495899338368925430-4072613154402116464?l=emma-eclair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/feeds/4072613154402116464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495899338368925430/posts/default/4072613154402116464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495899338368925430/posts/default/4072613154402116464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>EmmaEclair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02525925640293550204</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/_BmYKuIXDjnM/SvLapan8hpI/AAAAAAAAALY/ggSQw5Nj1CM/S220/4788_97481343892_579248892_2137482_5221955_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmYKuIXDjnM/S-bUAVBrLaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/M62ysCkl3c0/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495899338368925430.post-400027885827298551</id><published>2010-03-25T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:26:41.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people, sorry for not updating for so long.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i simply thought that no one is reading so there is no need for me to update anything.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, i've been lazy to update.&lt;br /&gt;What i remembered so far is that i went out with Afifah yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It was a last minute plan but it was fine.&lt;br /&gt;However, we both agree that the outing was kind of boring as we had no plans. We simply keep walking and window shopping which is a pain to me.&lt;br /&gt;I prefer shopping with money in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;However, due to not working anymore, the money i had now simply disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;I only bought a present for my darling nephew who turned just turned 2 yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;Then we slacked in Macdonald.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling so sleepy that my eyes kept drooping.&lt;br /&gt;Afifah was pissed off at me who was sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;She kept tickling me.&lt;br /&gt;Then everything ended with us going home at around 5 i think.&lt;br /&gt;She came over to my house and we did nothing but to surf the net.&lt;br /&gt;Then she left to meet someone else.&lt;br /&gt;That was how yesterdaywas.&lt;br /&gt;Today, i played comp and my internet stopped working.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like throwing the comp at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. However, i did something that managed to make it work. If not how i update right now.&lt;br /&gt;I also discovered a very funny game!&lt;br /&gt;Damn fun. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Next, i love korea's entertainment shows.&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling in love with the idols there.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to be there.&lt;br /&gt;Haiss, i need talent.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;K la, dats all.&lt;br /&gt;I miss this someone who seems to be fading.&lt;br /&gt;Haizzz. Feeling so lonely without your msgs.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles, emma outz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495899338368925430-400027885827298551?l=emma-eclair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/feeds/400027885827298551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-people-sorry-for-not-updating-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495899338368925430/posts/default/400027885827298551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495899338368925430/posts/default/400027885827298551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-people-sorry-for-not-updating-for.html' title=''/><author><name>EmmaEclair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02525925640293550204</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/_BmYKuIXDjnM/SvLapan8hpI/AAAAAAAAALY/ggSQw5Nj1CM/S220/4788_97481343892_579248892_2137482_5221955_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495899338368925430.post-1544086367552321015</id><published>2010-03-05T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T07:16:29.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people(:&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, i have deleted all my previous posts as i thought the past is the past.&lt;br /&gt;Moving forward now.&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating some things and forgetting some things at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, i would like to thank this person for allowing me to like him.&lt;br /&gt;This is the last post i'm writing about you and after this, you're my history.&lt;br /&gt;If you were to read this, pretend that you don't.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously speaking, i find it weird myself to like you in the first place but i never regretted.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's something about you that i'm fond of at that time.&lt;br /&gt;I really had some happy moments with you.&lt;br /&gt;I cherish your gifts and everything.&lt;br /&gt;But now, i'm saying goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop hanging.&lt;br /&gt;Moving on now.&lt;br /&gt;A goodbye from me not as a friend but as someone who once liked you.&lt;br /&gt;If you read, remember to pretend that you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Next, I'm into Korean! I swear(: Hahaha. I am seriously randomly updating as i felt like talking.&lt;br /&gt;I think that this blog is dead but i'm trying to make it alive back. Haiz. Okay that's all. I need a candy. Damn! I'm liking JK big time(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495899338368925430-1544086367552321015?l=emma-eclair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/feeds/1544086367552321015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-people-as-you-can-see-i-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495899338368925430/posts/default/1544086367552321015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495899338368925430/posts/default/1544086367552321015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-eclair.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-people-as-you-can-see-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>EmmaEclair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02525925640293550204</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/_BmYKuIXDjnM/SvLapan8hpI/AAAAAAAAALY/ggSQw5Nj1CM/S220/4788_97481343892_579248892_2137482_5221955_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
