<?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-112913140565906909</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:06:40.965-08:00</updated><category term='Mind food'/><category term='pen it down.'/><category term='A.B badak.'/><title type='text'>Pen it down.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Insyeera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12851359988174786628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112913140565906909.post-2307334482997641292</id><published>2009-12-20T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:01:15.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KATAKANLAH (WAHAI MUHAMMAD) : NYAWA KAMU AKAN DIAMBIL OLEH MALAIKAT MAUT YANG DITUGASKAN MEMBUAT DEMIKIAN KETIKA HABIS AJALMU, KEMUDIAN KAMU AKAN DIKEMBALIKAN KEPADA TUHAN KAMU ( UNTUK MENERIMA BALASAN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- surah as-sadha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112913140565906909-2307334482997641292?l=penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/feeds/2307334482997641292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/12/katakanlah-wahai-muhammad-nyawa-kamu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/2307334482997641292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/2307334482997641292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/12/katakanlah-wahai-muhammad-nyawa-kamu.html' title=''/><author><name>Insyeera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12851359988174786628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112913140565906909.post-2829565883452002130</id><published>2009-12-15T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T10:55:51.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I missed the old me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red;"&gt;The good parts of the old me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112913140565906909-2829565883452002130?l=penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/feeds/2829565883452002130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-missed-old-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/2829565883452002130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/2829565883452002130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-missed-old-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Insyeera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12851359988174786628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112913140565906909.post-3727115924075368764</id><published>2009-12-06T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T12:47:28.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Few weeks more before parents come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;it'll fly fast. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Reminiscing a lot these few days. (too much free time prolly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;And i miss those time where i was financially stable! Shop shop shop all i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;I need new shoes. And shades too. Perhaps a few dresses, and a couple of nice tops :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;School holidays is around the corner. 3 weeks of that. Rot at home. i can't even work. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Again, bdae is coming. Do not know what is in stored for me. Well, if there is :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Sometimes in life, we should all just, &lt;b&gt;buat bodoh&lt;/b&gt;. Accept and ignore. Let whatever that is gonna happen, happens. No point pondering for long. It is said that time heals all wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;As we all know, things happens for a reason. &lt;br /&gt;And whatever that has happened, has its reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;I can't wait to graduate fast and work, and save, and TRAVEL! I wanna go to places. See the world. I really want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Time flies so fast and all my peeps are going ahead in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Both Irfan and Aydil is goin in NS real soon. Both becoming Abang Policemen already.&lt;br /&gt;Especially Irfan, in less then 24 hours. Haha. Slamat braderr. Siapkan wig. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;All grown up. Going through a different phase in life soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;And as for Hiru, Come to school early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Work ur ass off to pay off what's essential. And don't fall asleep unnecessarily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Psabb, get well soon and get that eye treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;As for me, what i really want right now, is just to pamper myself. I really need those,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Im off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Good morning everyone.&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/112913140565906909-3727115924075368764?l=penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/feeds/3727115924075368764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/12/few-weeks-more-before-parents-come-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/3727115924075368764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December's nearing.&lt;br /&gt;Birthday's coming!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without mommy and daddy, it doesnt feels the same.&lt;br /&gt;Come back fast please.&lt;br /&gt;I love you both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112913140565906909-7609263710178680569?l=penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/feeds/7609263710178680569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/11/wonderwomen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/7609263710178680569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/7609263710178680569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/11/wonderwomen.html' title='Wonderwomen'/><author><name>Insyeera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12851359988174786628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112913140565906909.post-1670007943975657840</id><published>2009-11-09T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T07:01:14.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishnu, the aqua lord-deep down bottom see filled minds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm living in my own world.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;All this while im living in my own world.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A mini world inside that speaks a million words and thoughts every minute of the time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts that directs me to different actions and consequences.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A world of my own that nobody knows.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;An inside world that cannot be conveyed in reality &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Introverted in small whispers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It shares views within itself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Views that nobody ought to know, with no particular reasons.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Its piling day by day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Building its peak with overflowing observations and mixed emotions in all areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Even i didn't know this little world of mine exist.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Up until today, when i pondered.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wonder, until when would the peak be reached.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I live within myself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In my own world which i do not know, thereof.&lt;/b&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/112913140565906909-1670007943975657840?l=penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/feeds/1670007943975657840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/11/fishnu-aqua-lord-deep-down-bottom-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/1670007943975657840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/1670007943975657840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/11/fishnu-aqua-lord-deep-down-bottom-see.html' title='Fishnu, the aqua lord-deep down bottom see filled minds'/><author><name>Insyeera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12851359988174786628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112913140565906909.post-5100428088730937487</id><published>2009-11-04T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:46:39.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>futuristic</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;I want to discover a side of me, which I didn't know I had.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;Not easy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/diamond%20rose/Komak19/Diamond%20Rose%20Pictures/Lavanya2.jpg?o=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o36/Komak19/Diamond%20Rose%20Pictures/Lavanya2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;just a picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112913140565906909-5100428088730937487?l=penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/feeds/5100428088730937487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/11/futuristic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/5100428088730937487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/5100428088730937487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/11/futuristic.html' title='futuristic'/><author><name>Insyeera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12851359988174786628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o36/Komak19/Diamond%20Rose%20Pictures/th_Lavanya2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112913140565906909.post-3608354066770389202</id><published>2009-10-25T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T06:41:20.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being in a relationship isn't easy at all.&lt;br /&gt;Im afraid. so i chose not too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does modelling. Not simple.&lt;br /&gt;U gave me slots, i gotta do all the work. &lt;br /&gt;I need time. I'll just see how.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112913140565906909-3608354066770389202?l=penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/feeds/3608354066770389202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/10/being-in-relationship-isnt-easy-at-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/3608354066770389202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/3608354066770389202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/10/being-in-relationship-isnt-easy-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Insyeera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12851359988174786628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112913140565906909.post-5436571600515862947</id><published>2009-10-23T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T09:38:24.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TUMMY MANIA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RASHES ATTACK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fat fat...itch itch... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112913140565906909-5436571600515862947?l=penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/feeds/5436571600515862947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/10/tummy-mania-rashes-attack-fat-fat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/5436571600515862947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/5436571600515862947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/10/tummy-mania-rashes-attack-fat-fat.html' title=''/><author><name>Insyeera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12851359988174786628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112913140565906909.post-5983886638034604550</id><published>2009-10-20T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:38:36.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The very reason why i do not want to display tag board on this blog of mine, is that, i felt that it would invite unwanted comments, that would eventually triggered my temper, and ruin my day unnecessarily.&lt;br /&gt;All cause of a TAG BOARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus any comments and replies shall be made in facebook, in prior to any post of mine in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding job is indeed hard. Well, i hope u'll get your job. Money issue, confirm not a problem k.&lt;br /&gt;GOT THEM GUCCI SHADES ON, RECEIVE PAY ALRDY LATER RICH DUN FORGET BLANJA. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh. my friends are all grown up. One has even received enlistment on feb next year. How time flies.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;And lots more in life are gonna happen, i just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;October's ending. December's approaching, my birthday's nearing.&lt;br /&gt;What's gonna happen? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning to all. Have a great day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112913140565906909-5983886638034604550?l=penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/feeds/5983886638034604550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/10/very-reason-why-i-do-not-want-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/5983886638034604550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/5983886638034604550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/10/very-reason-why-i-do-not-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Insyeera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12851359988174786628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112913140565906909.post-2787363552950769196</id><published>2009-10-11T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T06:57:31.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love to see people have smiles on thier faces.&lt;br /&gt;Especially, if i am the one who cause them to have those smile stuck on them.&lt;br /&gt;I love to see people happy, even if i am not, cuz eventually it makes me a little happier seeing them happy, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy to see my sister muni, happy yesterday, after so long of not living life she wanted to, she finalleh did, with her friends, and me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I WANNA PUNCH THE BLOODY CHINESE GUY WHO FUCKIN PUNCHED MY EYE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and in ur face bitch, served you right for being punched. who ask you to kpo. Fucking stupid chinese ah lien cheebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im a victim, when im not even involved. cheebye wanna fight, fight outside la. Fight2 and affect those around them. Fucking cheebye im the unfortunate one, Fuck those chinese guys. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sory for being absolutely vulgar.&lt;br /&gt;p.s: i swear its been a long long long long long time since i sweared. ive changed. i never sweared much ever since. until ystday, fucking cheebye chinese guy no brain. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School 2moro. As per normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0212 is unforgettable nigguhs.&lt;br /&gt;generation Y video is freakin awesome. Nahhse. :)&lt;br /&gt;And, nice new music right here. hahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i stronger? or am i gettin more frail? &lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112913140565906909-2787363552950769196?l=penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/feeds/2787363552950769196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-to-see-people-have-smiles-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/2787363552950769196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/2787363552950769196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-to-see-people-have-smiles-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Insyeera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12851359988174786628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112913140565906909.post-8589365567923739547</id><published>2009-09-25T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T22:51:09.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slamat raya to all k.</title><content type='html'>Things that i never do before.&lt;br /&gt;Things that i longed to do.&lt;br /&gt;Things that i finally did.&lt;br /&gt;i am growing up, definitely i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed there are more to life than just, laptop-ing, and dreading at home.&lt;br /&gt;Imma try new things.&lt;br /&gt;Keep trying them again and again.&lt;br /&gt;Picking myself up, whenever im falling down, on my own, or with the help of loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of raya, UNEXPECTED "celebration".&lt;br /&gt;But raya has no meaning for me this year.&lt;br /&gt;It has never been, but this time round, i do not even feel the raya-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, its a new experience.&lt;br /&gt;There's one thing that i learn from all this,&lt;br /&gt;we live alone, we die alone.&lt;br /&gt;Its up to us make sure if we LIVED well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night, coming up. ;)&lt;br /&gt;shantiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii all the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sims3 is making me hooked to it at first, but im starting to get bored after a few days. Maybe i should change my characters.&lt;br /&gt;And oi, you shld have just transferred me those shooting2 games la. bored sia. Haha. Dun care next time transfer. I want. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 MORE DAYS TO "AMAZING RACE" MUAHAHA. SIAPP KAUU. ;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, ASKJUD.COM IS FUCKING FREAKY FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;JUD, FUCK YOU, FUCKIN JEWISH FREAK!. tsk :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112913140565906909-8589365567923739547?l=penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/feeds/8589365567923739547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/09/slamat-raya-to-all-k.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/8589365567923739547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/8589365567923739547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/09/slamat-raya-to-all-k.html' title='Slamat raya to all k.'/><author><name>Insyeera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12851359988174786628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112913140565906909.post-4014425325484366684</id><published>2009-09-14T09:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T09:06:18.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>as thick as blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;8 years of friendship cheers to that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sab-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112913140565906909-4014425325484366684?l=penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/feeds/4014425325484366684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-thick-as-blood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/4014425325484366684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/4014425325484366684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-thick-as-blood.html' title='as thick as blood'/><author><name>Insyeera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12851359988174786628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112913140565906909.post-3194637306713532392</id><published>2009-09-14T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T06:13:25.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We have to please and cater to people's feelings all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But rarely, or not often people try to cater to our feelings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Maybe, your position in the family, makes you to be the one giving in all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When i made mistakes, i was corrected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When others makes mistakes, i just have to see and listen and not do anything, else it would be MY fault instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So the best thing is to just not say anything, nor correct anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112913140565906909-3194637306713532392?l=penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/feeds/3194637306713532392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-have-to-please-and-cater-to-peoples.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/3194637306713532392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/3194637306713532392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-have-to-please-and-cater-to-peoples.html' title=''/><author><name>Insyeera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12851359988174786628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112913140565906909.post-6339788612412058378</id><published>2009-09-11T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:04:08.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Because you have changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You are a complicated person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;To a point that i almost do not recognize you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm very tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hungry la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112913140565906909-6339788612412058378?l=penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/feeds/6339788612412058378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/09/because-you-have-changed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/6339788612412058378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/6339788612412058378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/09/because-you-have-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>Insyeera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12851359988174786628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112913140565906909.post-1021755857821334148</id><published>2009-09-11T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T10:47:05.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s54.photobucket.com/albums/g98/ad_iya/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kueh-makmur.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g98/ad_iya/kueh-makmur.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice. Current craving.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s54.photobucket.com/albums/g98/ad_iya/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tattoo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g98/ad_iya/tattoo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Except mine would be nicer. And smexy-er. sigh. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112913140565906909-1021755857821334148?l=penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/feeds/1021755857821334148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/09/nice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/1021755857821334148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/1021755857821334148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/09/nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Insyeera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12851359988174786628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112913140565906909.post-8014346350612418359</id><published>2009-09-08T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T09:42:35.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some people are not that fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;Some people do not have what others have. &lt;br /&gt;Some people have problems that affects their emotions badly&lt;br /&gt;A whole lot have problems with their relationships, in search of a promising partner.&lt;br /&gt;Others just wishes for a perfect family. At least, a happy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Pull through. You were strong back then. Continue to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari raya is nearing. I can't help but feeling...sad. Well, it has always been like that every year.&lt;br /&gt;Like other families, i wish to have a normal celebration too.&lt;br /&gt;Well like i said, some people just don't have what others have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy-Happy people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112913140565906909-8014346350612418359?l=penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/feeds/8014346350612418359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-people-are-not-that-fortunate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/8014346350612418359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/8014346350612418359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-people-are-not-that-fortunate.html' title=''/><author><name>Insyeera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12851359988174786628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112913140565906909.post-8786670256352522901</id><published>2009-09-07T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T02:34:04.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to &lt;b&gt;black&lt;/b&gt; for my hair.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't as bad as i thought though.&lt;br /&gt;Receive all good compliments for it.&amp;nbsp; I guess it suits me after all those messed up rotten colours on my head for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black is sexy, after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How time flies. Hari raya is nearing. Im getting older,&amp;nbsp; so does my parents.(This got me very emotional)&lt;br /&gt;Muni's getting married.&lt;br /&gt;Ica bulu kaki da banyak. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Dressing up makes me feel good, it makes me feel happy. I need a wardrobe revamp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;p.s:&amp;nbsp; This doesnt include going to school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;A little note for those who wear excessive make up to school, pasting of fake eyelashes, massive dressing up to school, every fucking single day, i wonder why la. tsk. School oni what..chillex oni ah..haiya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;Yes, im bothered by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i miss my baybees. 2 wkks moreee eltiss!! :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;eltis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;gene baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;pika&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;benny and kross too. where have u both been. tsk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s54.photobucket.com/albums/g98/ad_iya/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kissintherain-218x300.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g98/ad_iya/kissintherain-218x300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfulfilled promises.. &lt;br /&gt;Unfulfilled plans..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s54.photobucket.com/albums/g98/ad_iya/?action=view&amp;amp;current=rain-kissing-scene-2.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g98/ad_iya/rain-kissing-scene-2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112913140565906909-8786670256352522901?l=penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/feeds/8786670256352522901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-to-black-for-my-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/8786670256352522901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/8786670256352522901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-to-black-for-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>Insyeera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12851359988174786628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112913140565906909.post-8987295073048431180</id><published>2009-09-03T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T09:38:32.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: yellow; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Its getting boring.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: yellow; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I need to be more independent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: yellow; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I need a getaway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: yellow; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I want a new wardrobe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: yellow; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I need a smooth shitting session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: yellow; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And i miss those green ninja turtle curtains. :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s54.photobucket.com/albums/g98/ad_iya/?action=view&amp;amp;current=solitaire-diamond-rings-big.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g98/ad_iya/solitaire-diamond-rings-big.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Fcking beautiful. This&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;I adore how ica paints. just by looking her paint is..calming&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Im gonna miss muni when she weds off. tsk. How time flies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112913140565906909-8987295073048431180?l=penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/feeds/8987295073048431180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-getting-boring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/8987295073048431180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/8987295073048431180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-getting-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Insyeera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12851359988174786628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112913140565906909.post-6601588061199607449</id><published>2009-09-01T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T01:09:37.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Letters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Letters are a thing of the past. Seeing that these days, at modern age, people do not write to each other anymore. They do it in a different mode. Emails, sms, phone calls, facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But i still do think letters are cute. Since it became something uncommon now. Hee. letters that smells good, are even cuter. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Birthdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s54.photobucket.com/albums/g98/ad_iya/?action=view&amp;current=800px-Blue_candles_on_birthday_cake.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g98/ad_iya/800px-Blue_candles_on_birthday_cake.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;There's a handful of friend's and acquaintance of mine whose b'day falls on this month. Got me thinking of what would happen on my birthday. Seeing the joys on their faces, the happiness that they have on their birthdays. Those surprises and celebrations that they received. Successful plans made by their close ones. I wanna have a taste of that too. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*envy-ing*&lt;/span&gt; sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s54.photobucket.com/albums/g98/ad_iya/?action=view&amp;current=bed-of-roses.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g98/ad_iya/bed-of-roses.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I have always wanted to lie down in a bed of roses. Heavenly. Bed with red satins. Red lights. Candles. Scented ones. Imagine the ambiance&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh. I wanna have horse rides. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanna ride horses&lt;/span&gt;. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;The problem is. where. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;This is singapore. Where can i find horse riding?? KRANJI?! TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, Who doesn't love roses. Such a beautiful creation. I love them. And cakes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-monicaRose. (&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;dah tuka pulak aku&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112913140565906909-6601588061199607449?l=penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/feeds/6601588061199607449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/08/letters-letters-are-thing-of-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/6601588061199607449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/6601588061199607449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/08/letters-letters-are-thing-of-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Insyeera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12851359988174786628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112913140565906909.post-5740018110325457705</id><published>2009-09-01T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T01:07:15.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s54.photobucket.com/albums/g98/ad_iya/?action=view&amp;current=rose1reference.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g98/ad_iya/rose1reference.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112913140565906909-5740018110325457705?l=penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/feeds/5740018110325457705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/09/photobucket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/5740018110325457705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/5740018110325457705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/09/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>Insyeera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12851359988174786628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112913140565906909.post-1871391952977833757</id><published>2009-08-27T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T09:43:09.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wierd wierd people. Person. to be exact.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Its the most weirdest love story i've ever heard in my whole entire life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;1)Fcking weird confession letter. Written like a malay compo. Distinction level. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;2) Made up stories for attention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;4) Crying for no apparent reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;5) Emo shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Gosh I never knew these people existed, until &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;To IQmal, seriously, u are damn patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;i really hope for a PROPER relationship in the run for you. SERIOUSLY SIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Aku doa kan kau. k. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112913140565906909-1871391952977833757?l=penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/feeds/1871391952977833757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/08/wierd-wierd-people-person-to-be-exact.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/1871391952977833757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/1871391952977833757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/08/wierd-wierd-people-person-to-be-exact.html' title='wierd wierd people. Person. to be exact.'/><author><name>Insyeera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12851359988174786628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112913140565906909.post-7989936884095116210</id><published>2009-08-27T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T08:55:25.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birth moments.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Happy BDAe HirU~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;happy happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;19th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;da tua k. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112913140565906909-7989936884095116210?l=penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/feeds/7989936884095116210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/08/birth-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/7989936884095116210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/7989936884095116210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/08/birth-moments.html' title='birth moments.'/><author><name>Insyeera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12851359988174786628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112913140565906909.post-1505463790909916872</id><published>2009-08-25T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:42:03.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A.B badak.'/><title type='text'>Thankful minds.</title><content type='html'>Im growing up. im changing. I dun wanna grow. I wanna be forever 18/19.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank this very badak who made me see there's more to life. &lt;br /&gt;And thank him for getting rid of my stubbornness. Or should i say, reduce.&lt;br /&gt;He made me see that certain people aren't worth my attention.&lt;br /&gt;He made me learn great lessons.&lt;br /&gt;He moved me on.&lt;br /&gt;He made me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that nobody achieves to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badak, you dope. thanksssss uhh. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or professionally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Aydil. ;)   lols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112913140565906909-1505463790909916872?l=penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/feeds/1505463790909916872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/08/curious-minds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/1505463790909916872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/1505463790909916872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/08/curious-minds.html' title='Thankful minds.'/><author><name>Insyeera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12851359988174786628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112913140565906909.post-363685450539108360</id><published>2009-08-24T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T06:18:12.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mind food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pen it down.'/><title type='text'>Mind Topics</title><content type='html'>Its common, we all know that a lot of things are happening in our lives. Every single minute, hours and days, new things happens. We see things happens. We witness events, we create something, we experience something, be it repeated or new. We meet new people, we observe different characters everyday. From the people we know, to commoners we see daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did we know that sometimes, these ordinary experiences actually can make us realize things about ourselves, that we do not know. Or rather, makes us go through an experience, or feel an emotion, just by looking, or observing, these ordinary events happening around us. Let me give u an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was normally waiting for the bus to interchange, early in the morning to go to school. I saw this educated career-women-like mom, with a kid around 3-4 years old. She always wear a grumpy face on her face, of all the days that they were around, never a day i fail to see her, scolding her son, or being EXTREMELY stern to him, over small issues. Really small issues. I look at that scenario, and i asked myself. Why is she so angry to her son over small things? Even if she is tryna discipline her son, it couldn't have been so..bad. Then i thought. Does she even love her son? Or was she just throwing her anger to her son, due to his father, which was her husband. Why sould she marry in the first place if she's always having a fit with her husband. Assumptions assumptions. Many questions running through my head. And i started to question myself, how would I be if i become a mother? If i start a family? If i become someone's wife? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads me to talk about family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family:   I wouldn't wanna say anything much about my family as no family is perfect. Even mine. And i shall cherish whatever that i have presently as i was always reminded that there are other children or teenagers out there that suffers even worst then me, and in worst family situations compared to mine. Thus, all i can do, is appreciate whatever that im blessed with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i know that when i start a family, and have children, i want them to be given the best and only the best. And have the love of both parents, plus having a memorable pleasant childhood. Seeing their parents happy at all times. This lead me to another question. How can i be happy? That is provided if my spouse/partner was everything that i ever wanted. That would have made me happy. I would need a very strong relationship with my partner to make the family bloom well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus, this leads me to talk about relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship:     It is never easy to be in a relationship. You all know what I’m talking about. Those BGR kind.  I have friends and acquaintance that are easily in and out of a relationship. I just do not understand why is it that eay sfor them to be in one? And that easy to fall out of it? I absofuckinglutely do not, understand.&lt;br /&gt;People, being in a relationship, even before you are in it or u make that choice to be in it, there are a few factors for us to consider. We do not suka suka just go into the relationship just like that. You might never know that would it end one day? It is tiring to keep dating and finding the right one, but u need to do that, unfortunately, but still, it needs a lot of consideration. Do we actually love the person that we wanna be in the r/s with? Do we think that this person is actually the one? The right one? The one that you would marry? The one that you would spent the rest of your life with? The one that be with you till your very last breath? This ain’t a fairytale. It is a fact, a reality fact that we all must consider. &lt;br /&gt;There’s a saying, saying goodbye is always the hardest. Same goes for ending a r/s. Especially if that relationship is the one that you are serious in, and expect to go very far. It crashes you down when it all ended, not the way you wanted. But we all gotta move on. But this cannot go on and on. Being at this age, I already have the thought that the next r/s I am going to be in, is it really THE one? I can’t tell. And I dun wanna risk being it it, knowing that it will all end, leaving me, devastated. I don’t wish too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in a r/s is not easy, people. Commitments, is number one issue. Followed by trust, honesty, giving in, blablabla. You all know. I bet you all do. And it sucks seeing it always not working out and it ending. Thus, for me, I have to consider very carefully, being in a relationship. I want to have long lasting relationship, those that will bring me all the way to marriage, and the one that works out well and happy, even after marriage. I was told, who wants to be in a relationship that we know would end one day? I don’t want my relationship to end that easily. Thus, making choices like this, is hard, and needs a long deep thought. Thus explaining me still being single, right to this very point of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, a piece of advice, let’s just live life. And do things that we all have always wanted to do. At the same time, expose our thoughts and widen our social circle. Sometimes, having seeing or knowing people around us, our expectation of our partner rises. Making it even difficult for us to chose the right partner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ala. I say only la! But wanna do difficult. Hahahahahahha. Aiyah. Im just too lazy to think about all this.  Just some mind thoughts that I wish to share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it people. It really isn’t that easy.  Im off readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112913140565906909-363685450539108360?l=penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/feeds/363685450539108360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/08/mind-topics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/363685450539108360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/363685450539108360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/08/mind-topics.html' title='Mind Topics'/><author><name>Insyeera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12851359988174786628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112913140565906909.post-6239552355100339142</id><published>2009-08-17T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T01:08:51.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pen it down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pen It Down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"Know yourself fully before making promises to another. Make many mistakes so you’ll know the right decision when it really matters. Know when to hold on and when to let go. Love hard and often, and without reservation. Seek knowledge. Open yourself up to possibility. Keep your heart open, your head high and your spirit free. Embrace your darkness along with your light. Never mislead anyone, especially yourself. Have the courage to admit when you’re wrong. Awaken to the brilliance of ordinary moments. See goodness in the world. Strive to be your best. Be bold. Be grateful. Be wild and gloriously free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; Be you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Jeanette LeBlanc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Awesome content creates an awesome start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112913140565906909-6239552355100339142?l=penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/feeds/6239552355100339142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/08/pen-it-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/6239552355100339142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112913140565906909/posts/default/6239552355100339142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penitdown-monicarose.blogspot.com/2009/08/pen-it-down.html' title='Pen it down'/><author><name>Insyeera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12851359988174786628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
