<?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-4012901530452550586</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:19:34.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion Fruit for Angel no.16</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-5245878059878262940</id><published>2009-02-16T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:46:27.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession on the Jamban Floor no.811</title><content type='html'>It has been a very long, I said VERY LONG, time for this blog to be inactive. It is not because of me being lazy, well, fine! I am lazy. Besides I am no longer as creative as I used to be, but then Sasha is on a break too. She said she wants to pursue other career but so far I heard she's back studying and she's getting popular by days in campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you one story about Sasha with her recent study. According to my source, she gained weight and still hot and sexy. Her magical power is diminishing but gain new one. Sometimes she claimed that she's like Angela Petrelli, Peter's mother on Heroes, because she has premonitions while she sleeps. Some are coming true while others just for sake of gaining attention I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Sasha was very brave in campus too. There has been news that Sasha cursed and condemned quite a number of kids to turn into frogs, snakes and crickets. So far no one has turn into Momo. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say with this recent brief news, Sasha will be back for more hot news and gossips during her life in campus. Prepare to experience the worst and tragic life that you wish you wouldn't click this site. So enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-5245878059878262940?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5245878059878262940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=5245878059878262940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/5245878059878262940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/5245878059878262940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2009/02/confession-on-jamban-floor-no811.html' title='Confession on the Jamban Floor no.811'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-1662041705872469760</id><published>2008-08-12T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T06:57:05.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sasha in</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-1662041705872469760?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1662041705872469760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=1662041705872469760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/1662041705872469760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/1662041705872469760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/sasha-in.html' title='Sasha in'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-893248955884387959</id><published>2008-08-02T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T00:47:32.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions on the Jamban Floor no.234</title><content type='html'>Jessica Sasha is back studying. The motive of her study is purely to upgrade herself into a better person.&lt;br /&gt;Although, speculation confirmed that the first day she stepped into the university, she made two freshmen looked satisfied with radiant smile.&lt;br /&gt;She believes as she turned 30 last two weeks gave a big impact on her market but Uni life makes her think that she’s special again.&lt;br /&gt;How special? We’ll find out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica never believes that she could get in. She didn’t sleep with any of the officials just to get in, knowing none of them are her taste. She “yuck” them all.&lt;br /&gt;She didn’t even give any comfort not satisfaction to any party. She didn’t even sell herself for the past three months. She believes selling herself going to jinx her admission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of orientation changed Jessica again. She looked so many anchovies around and she remembers when Madamme Sasha is here she’s going to love this place very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica has to be strong, she has to control her inner self from turning into either to Madamme Sahsa or Sasha the Magician. So far, for two days, Jessica is strong and no harm had been occurred although the incident of two freshmen was not put into consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica prays that the next days onward, she becomes a very good student to fulfill the nation’s vision in producing well-educated citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Sasha is now turning into .... (to be continued)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-893248955884387959?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/893248955884387959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=893248955884387959&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/893248955884387959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/893248955884387959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/confessions-on-jamban-floor-no234.html' title='Confessions on the Jamban Floor no.234'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-3443059806301637908</id><published>2008-07-09T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T17:22:15.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions on the Jamban Floor no.101</title><content type='html'>*All bananas united&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peel Banana&lt;br /&gt;Peel, Peel Banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shake Banana&lt;br /&gt;Shake, Shake Banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squeeze Banana&lt;br /&gt;Squeeze, Squeeze Banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chop Banana&lt;br /&gt;Chop, Chop Banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fry Banana&lt;br /&gt;Fry, Fry Banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Nah, Goreng Pisang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-3443059806301637908?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3443059806301637908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=3443059806301637908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/3443059806301637908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/3443059806301637908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/confessions-on-jamban-floor-no101.html' title='Confessions on the Jamban Floor no.101'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-8837094702766213876</id><published>2008-07-07T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T19:00:19.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions on the Jamban Floor no.099</title><content type='html'>It was a very hot day and I agreed with Q it’s better to rank at 8th and 9th rather than 4th place.&lt;br /&gt;I am not complaining that we lost but at least we were on the top 3. I consider myself to be the weakest link at this challenge knowing I didn’t answer most of the riddles. I let my team mates down in a way.&lt;br /&gt;S picked me up for the Xtreme Party and on the way we discussed about the challenge we had this morning and I told her, “I think I am ok of losing this time. I’ve received a lot of good news these few weeks, at least it’s balance everything.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S kind of surprised I told her this and she, being a nerd in a bimbo suit disagreed with my statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kay, since when do you believe in this balance thing?” she asked. “You know, if we believe in this balance, when are we going to improve ourselves?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she said at some point is true. I received lots of good news not because it fell from the sky, I earned it, I worked hard for it. For 7 years, I worked to get what I want and finally I got it this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And knowing this balance thing, in a way, I believe in it. Maybe because I believe in it so well that everything what I do in this life giving the balance that I may like or dislike about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example; yesterday, I complaint to my colleagues about the touch screen of my mobile phone.&lt;br /&gt;They suggested of a few alternative on fixing the phone which I accept one advice and turned out disaster.&lt;br /&gt;See...the balance is there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I have to stop now...&lt;br /&gt;Next issue...The Big 3 0...urgghhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-8837094702766213876?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8837094702766213876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=8837094702766213876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/8837094702766213876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/8837094702766213876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/confessions-on-jamban-floor-no099.html' title='Confessions on the Jamban Floor no.099'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-748839664507414226</id><published>2008-06-24T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T09:04:12.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions on the Jamban Floor no.329</title><content type='html'>Picture during our HSBC Tri Xtreme Challenge. One only? Where are the rest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to post more pictures but all the pictures are Mr.Sia punya group, why put here leh. Wasting also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to get to the top 40 and going to compete again this Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Wish us all good luck and may we get to the final 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Mr.Sia for the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/SGEaokICJ1I/AAAAAAAAANw/eMOc1d1Aut0/s1600-h/IMG_3674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/SGEaokICJ1I/AAAAAAAAANw/eMOc1d1Aut0/s320/IMG_3674.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215479127666206546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-748839664507414226?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/748839664507414226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=748839664507414226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/748839664507414226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/748839664507414226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2008/06/confessions-on-jamban-floor-no329.html' title='Confessions on the Jamban Floor no.329'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/SGEaokICJ1I/AAAAAAAAANw/eMOc1d1Aut0/s72-c/IMG_3674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-7172539798509978267</id><published>2008-06-22T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T13:14:22.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of the Ning</title><content type='html'>I browsed to my old blog at friendster and found this. I miss this blog and this post and I want to share this post to you guys so we can share the old Ning's Fantasy blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"These few months I have received lots of alert from friends and colleagues on they updating their blogs. I have said goodbye to my blog months ago as few reasons made me to. And among the reasons are: &lt;br /&gt;• I have no further information about kueh- kueh melayu Brunei as the person who borrowed it has returned the book to the National Library.&lt;br /&gt;• Miss Sandy, Baby and Barbie have quit their midnight job. When I ask why, they didn’t want to tell me but I’ve found out it has something to do with Barbie difficulty to enter her body during the day. (Must be the salt thing)&lt;br /&gt;• The riddle given by my source (nasal throat) has been discontinued as the taxi driver and the Most of the Most  have agreed to go to Hollywood to further their acting career. &lt;br /&gt;• Extraordinary words have been disappearing slowly and slowly. As far as I can remember the last word is PANCU…&lt;br /&gt;Then come along blog alert form Kori, Redz, Mr.Ady, Neemolicious…then there’s Life of a  Sutra, Memoirs of a Poklen, Kurapak Blog and OMG blog…interestingly enough … I WANT MY BLOG TOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;Months ah many beautiful things happen and I need to blog them all!!&lt;br /&gt;• My trip to Saudi Arabia, the Star Bucks Coffee and Carpets and Rugs only Jims know hee hee (I want to blog but no information) &lt;br /&gt;• One of my very closest friends moved in into a new house…nice and cozy (I want to blog too but too many to blog) &lt;br /&gt;• One of my closest friends moved out from my house (I want to blog this but too lazy to type) &lt;br /&gt;• My return to the gym bring competition to myself (I want to blog to laser those self-claimed popular glamour fag! Not worth of my time!) &lt;br /&gt;• When Suze offered me to this person and then she said “inda payah eh! Kau inda pandai mengurat yoy! Everytime, I have to cover for you in terms of mengurat thing” What! &lt;br /&gt;• Charcoal Dinner an experienced cannot be forgotten but then I almost forgot what happen the next day.&lt;br /&gt;• Spiderman 3 where a very closest friend next to me felt humiliated and embarrassed watching it….it is Chicago + Dreamgirls combined.&lt;br /&gt;• The 12:45 ritual at the school with my 2 colleagues…I need to introduce them to the whole world!!&lt;br /&gt;Now Ning is back! And back some more!! By the Power of Man and Now I command…Strike a Pose!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-7172539798509978267?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7172539798509978267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=7172539798509978267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/7172539798509978267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/7172539798509978267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2008/06/return-of-ning.html' title='The Return of the Ning'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-185395404812802123</id><published>2008-06-14T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T08:37:43.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions on the Dance Floor no. 618</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/SFPlo16Ov5I/AAAAAAAAANg/AwNCOmV2abg/s1600-h/turtle2-249x215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/SFPlo16Ov5I/AAAAAAAAANg/AwNCOmV2abg/s320/turtle2-249x215.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211761683626639250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when you feel lonely, you whine a lot and wish that all your friends are single as the way you do.&lt;br /&gt;S and I, when we are together especially hang out at night, the main topic of discussion is non other than relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do feel lonely and friendless almost every week and so does S. I don't blame S for being like that, I understand her and I salute her for being brave enough to let out all what in her heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize and sort things on what do i do and what bad sides I possessed. I may be choosy and have a very high criteria on finding someone. Dr. A said there are not perfect person outhere. And with this, S and I agreed on one thing, we have to keep our standard in terms of looks and finance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can never be too serious on stuff. I, myself, never too serious on stuff. When I am too serious, I take things too seriously. I complaint a lot, I look at only one side faults on every petty things and it's always the side's fault. &lt;br /&gt;This I realize, I can never be in a good relationship with the attitude like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so tonight, I have decided after watching Kung Fu Panda with Dr. A. &lt;br /&gt;With the help of Master Oogway...&lt;br /&gt;"The past is history, the future is a mystery and today is the gift, that's why it's called the present."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Master Oogway, I believe in myself and there's no secret recipe.&lt;br /&gt;I may turning 30 Big 3 0 this year, I will take it slow and smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama Drama...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-185395404812802123?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/185395404812802123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=185395404812802123&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/185395404812802123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/185395404812802123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2008/06/confessions-on-dance-floor-no-618.html' title='Confessions on the Dance Floor no. 618'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/SFPlo16Ov5I/AAAAAAAAANg/AwNCOmV2abg/s72-c/turtle2-249x215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-5171344566380411058</id><published>2008-06-06T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:24:34.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions on Sasha's Multiple Floor no.7737</title><content type='html'>I have decided to introduce tou you once again, the mutliple version of Sasha.&lt;br /&gt;There's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Madamme Sasha of Brown Pashmina who won quite a number of awards for her role in bringing education to its best level and don't forget her favourite word of anchovy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Jessica Sasha, the strongest woman with multiple personality. One time, she's this very good and humble girl then another time she's fierce, slutty and super human ability. I like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Madamme Sasha the Slut, made famous by Mr. Sia. She's so slutty that she can meet 4 to 6 clients in a week. This considered to be a lot by "Underground Beautiful Slut Society of Lamunins Peoples (do not remove the ss)" Quite a long name for the club but it does exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Sasha the talk show host. Acclaimed to be more famous than Oprah and Oprah actually stealing her idea has create a havoc in a talk show world. It is believed nobody ever watched her show neither believed it exists, but only one creature have watched the show and likes it very much. It's Mink, The Cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Sasha the Magician. The most powerful human witch in the world. All the physically challenged people are feared of her, even her aura can cause a sudden death and poisons to inhale. She believes in Good Looking People to be prioritise and saved first.&lt;br /&gt;Her weakness, hot good looking chinese men. Give her the hunky chinese she melts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all confidential and only Sasha's doctors are allowed to read but since I, Gorgeous Kayoy, don't have any idea to post, so I post to my beautiful and sexay readers this...the multiple of Sasha...Enjoy!!! and be prepared when you bumped them, at least by now you have their weaknesses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o o o Jessica Sasha is coming! hhhmmmm she does look a little like Mink!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-5171344566380411058?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5171344566380411058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=5171344566380411058&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/5171344566380411058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/5171344566380411058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2008/06/confessions-on-sashas-multiple-floor.html' title='Confessions on Sasha&apos;s Multiple Floor no.7737'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-6624244032664432169</id><published>2008-05-02T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T18:58:41.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions on the Jamban Floor no.754</title><content type='html'>This is to inform that Madamme Sasha is too lazy to update blog and Malas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian Terima Kasih&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-6624244032664432169?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6624244032664432169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=6624244032664432169&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/6624244032664432169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/6624244032664432169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2008/05/confessions-on-jamban-floor-no754.html' title='Confessions on the Jamban Floor no.754'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-3012336788057524726</id><published>2008-04-04T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T05:25:12.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession on the Jamban Floor no. 789</title><content type='html'>Madamme Sasha is here to tell you the story behind a place where I believe Prime-time series will be such a big hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes it so special? I as Madamme Sasha have no idea as well. But the politics behind it interests me the most. I said to myself, I as a famous talk show host should bring this to my prime time show.&lt;br /&gt;My show and this topic should double my rating. YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can you work that can easily promote you from a bartender to personal instructor?&lt;br /&gt;How can you get promoted easily?&lt;br /&gt;If you are a pioneer, do the staff management in certain places listen to you?&lt;br /&gt;Can you win the best form in any one of the launching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you find all the answers? &lt;br /&gt;Come and join me next week with more in depth story behind the ups and downs of Mama!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This commercial is sponsored by Nasi Katok Mama..Nasi Katok 24 Jam...Nikmatilah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-3012336788057524726?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3012336788057524726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=3012336788057524726&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/3012336788057524726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/3012336788057524726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2008/04/confession-on-jamban-floor-no-789.html' title='Confession on the Jamban Floor no. 789'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-7396058825494603940</id><published>2008-03-17T18:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T18:51:22.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession on the Jamban Floor no. 659</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R98f9qPNMxI/AAAAAAAAANY/A3jWtINpDJo/s1600-h/IMG_3086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R98f9qPNMxI/AAAAAAAAANY/A3jWtINpDJo/s320/IMG_3086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178893240669909778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R98fcKPNMwI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Y99ItCgyjaU/s1600-h/IMG_3097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R98fcKPNMwI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Y99ItCgyjaU/s320/IMG_3097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178892665144292098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had conversation with this teaching practise teacher, to my surprise that he viewed my friendster and facebook. I haven’t updating those two websites in ages since wireless in my school is not working for more than three months now. Pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really annoys me, as I am so outdated with information and life. I need updates and I need beautiful pictures to post on and download from every website available for me!&lt;br /&gt;I feel old and look! There’s wrinkle everywhere! On my face! Under my eyes! I need botox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, everyone I know, almost to everyone, turn 30 this year. Liza is the first person to achieve then followed by Paul and Fakhri last week and Suze will be soon. &lt;br /&gt;As I am, I am always 24 my dear!&lt;br /&gt;The botox above? That’s not for me! I acted out to express the feeling I sympatise to my friends who now reached the number tiga puluh dalam Bahasa Melayu this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not in denial, I haven’t reach it yet and it will never be ☺&lt;br /&gt;Asked everyone who knows me, if they said I am thirty this year, I’d kill them. &lt;br /&gt;But hey! Why ask them when you can ask me?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I am turning 24 this year *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful and loyal readers;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age doesn’t matter in this world. &lt;br /&gt;Look at Sarah Jessica Parker, She’s aged and she’s still as stunning as before!&lt;br /&gt;Look at Madonna, She’s hot reaching 50!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I comparing this with the girls?&lt;br /&gt;Oh! It’s for you Suze, Liza and Eddey! I am trying to comfort you guys with those hot mid-century ladies in Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would we so emotional about our age?&lt;br /&gt;I tell you one story from a very good friend of mine. He’s so freaked out about this aging thing that he decided to die young so that he doesn’t have to experience any of the aging process.&lt;br /&gt;Freaky eyh! &lt;br /&gt;Well, at least he made an effort to prevent old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a painful price to be beautiful and now it takes another painful price to stay young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I end, I am not worry about my age this year. Hopefully by April the time will walk slowly to reach to July. &lt;br /&gt;I will face my youthful years with smile and beautiful friends around me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-7396058825494603940?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7396058825494603940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=7396058825494603940&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/7396058825494603940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/7396058825494603940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2008/03/confession-on-jamban-floor-no-659.html' title='Confession on the Jamban Floor no. 659'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R98f9qPNMxI/AAAAAAAAANY/A3jWtINpDJo/s72-c/IMG_3086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-772998052724312752</id><published>2008-03-17T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T18:45:18.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession on the Jamban Floor no. 656</title><content type='html'>It was raining last night, Aziman and I decided just to stay at the gym for awhile until the rains over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my watch, it passed 8 and I haven’t finished my work yet knowing the school inspection continues until Tuesday. Worried and tired both come at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;Thinking, Shall I do my work tomorrow or later when I get home? Or Shall I just go to sleep once arrived home. Hhmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Desmond at the gym. We had a little chat on the class he decided to join and some weight training he has for the next 6 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Then there’s this “muscle definition”. What’s this? Any idea? I don’t know, neither Desmond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I sit at the lounge and looking at the people. It’s a different kind of crowd.&lt;br /&gt;I told Aziman, “Man before 8 the people are so hip, good looking and loud and lots. And this is different crowd after 8.”&lt;br /&gt;I told him again, “Man, I feel lonely and friendless now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He agreed, its different environment at the gym after 8. People are different and I don’t know anyone of them. Although, I’ve met them in classes I joined in but they are different and plain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain stopped so we headed to our own home and decided to do a little work and off to sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it’s Sexy Saturday, a day before Aziman’s birthday and Nyonya is waiting for dinner for the whole gang to be reunited.&lt;br /&gt;Hope it comes true as the 17 lists of friends invited are confirmed join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear the name list below;&lt;br /&gt;Elina, Eddie, Kayoy, Azim, Aedy, Redz, Fikri, Aziman, Amir, Irwan, Suze, Liza, GK, Toni, Dalin, Sue, Abu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are invited to Nyonya @ Serusop for dinner. Attendance is COMPULSORY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy and Happy Birthday Aziman!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-772998052724312752?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/772998052724312752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=772998052724312752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/772998052724312752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/772998052724312752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2008/03/confession-on-jamban-floor-no-656.html' title='Confession on the Jamban Floor no. 656'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-2545298299496072472</id><published>2008-02-27T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T22:34:48.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY Sunday</title><content type='html'>I found this at one of my friends' blog...Impressive and I like!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R8ZVmMK9hPI/AAAAAAAAANA/RjzfBIElqtY/s1600-h/IMG_2675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R8ZVmMK9hPI/AAAAAAAAANA/RjzfBIElqtY/s320/IMG_2675.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171915336672183538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R8ZV48K9hQI/AAAAAAAAANI/FFoYvxd8hn0/s1600-h/IMG_2711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R8ZV48K9hQI/AAAAAAAAANI/FFoYvxd8hn0/s320/IMG_2711.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171915658794730754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-2545298299496072472?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2545298299496072472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=2545298299496072472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/2545298299496072472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/2545298299496072472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny-sunday.html' title='CNY Sunday'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R8ZVmMK9hPI/AAAAAAAAANA/RjzfBIElqtY/s72-c/IMG_2675.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-1256429885153957440</id><published>2008-02-22T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T05:43:06.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Bid Farewell</title><content type='html'>I bid farewell to my favourite cat of all time.&lt;br /&gt;There was time I thought that I cloned Mink! Mohammad Yazid Sofian so that everytime I will not lose him.&lt;br /&gt;It is now decided that Mink! to be sold to someone who are capable of keeping the cat well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to miss this cat! And there'll be no replacement for this cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell Mink! I Love you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R77QdcK9hNI/AAAAAAAAAMw/T5RhQdpWlFU/s1600-h/IMAGE_463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R77QdcK9hNI/AAAAAAAAAMw/T5RhQdpWlFU/s320/IMAGE_463.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169798626464859346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R77RPsK9hOI/AAAAAAAAAM4/msgW53Djhag/s1600-h/IMAGE_467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R77RPsK9hOI/AAAAAAAAAM4/msgW53Djhag/s320/IMAGE_467.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169799489753285858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-1256429885153957440?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1256429885153957440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=1256429885153957440&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/1256429885153957440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/1256429885153957440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-bid-farewell.html' title='I Bid Farewell'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R77QdcK9hNI/AAAAAAAAAMw/T5RhQdpWlFU/s72-c/IMAGE_463.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-4071763608791309331</id><published>2008-02-22T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T05:24:22.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Appreciation to My Angin</title><content type='html'>Here I would like to say thank you to the Angin Boy with the mind of a man for the great pictures below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he said some pictures need to be edited. I do agree these are the best photos ever!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for a great friend who's always be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R77MYcK9hKI/AAAAAAAAAMY/yqmiDo6iSpQ/s1600-h/1_485331452l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R77MYcK9hKI/AAAAAAAAAMY/yqmiDo6iSpQ/s320/1_485331452l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169794142519002274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R77Mq8K9hLI/AAAAAAAAAMg/-W76PDXsAs8/s1600-h/1_716781179l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R77Mq8K9hLI/AAAAAAAAAMg/-W76PDXsAs8/s320/1_716781179l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169794460346582194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R77M4cK9hMI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Mrx-KL5wsrw/s1600-h/1_939778457l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R77M4cK9hMI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Mrx-KL5wsrw/s320/1_939778457l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169794692274816194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-4071763608791309331?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4071763608791309331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=4071763608791309331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/4071763608791309331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/4071763608791309331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2008/02/appreciation-to-my-angin.html' title='An Appreciation to My Angin'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R77MYcK9hKI/AAAAAAAAAMY/yqmiDo6iSpQ/s72-c/1_485331452l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-3713827961711262007</id><published>2008-02-09T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T06:40:26.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession on the Jamban Floor no. 712</title><content type='html'>As I write now, I feel kind of disappointed and a little pissed of what had come to me this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for my best friend for his vulnerability for his problems and wise decisions. As a friend, a very good friend, I, with no questions ask, willing to be on his side with no limit of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of surprise to receive a phone call of someone whom I didn’t expect to call anymore. I apologize for my stern decision as this at the moment I find the only way to make both sides happy. &lt;br /&gt;There were certain words and acts that surprisingly struck my side as this has never happened before when we were together.&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t this happen before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a friend you stand up to each other, no matter what, happiness or sadness, thick and thin. If you are a friend willing or not we share our happiness and problems.&lt;br /&gt;There may be time we don’t share to friend but why him or her to be the victim of you problem?&lt;br /&gt;Why him or her receive the silent treatment?&lt;br /&gt;Why him or her, of all people, be treated such treatment where he or she doesn’t know anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may not happen to us before as we do share things together.&lt;br /&gt;I have to say this, if you do have a problem and kept of saying “it has nothing to do with me”..keep it that way.&lt;br /&gt;Why with all the silent and as if the person is at fault?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my friend about this and what she said had made me realise and to be honest it spoilt my mood.&lt;br /&gt;Why in the first place I told her about this?&lt;br /&gt;Why in the first place I have to think about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama Queen? I guess so…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may not have anything to do with me. I am a friend, yes. We are the friends who stand up each other who enjoy fun time and sad times. &lt;br /&gt;As a human, why do I have the feeling as if I am the victim from all the problems he has. &lt;br /&gt;He may say that the person I am the person who what we called “perasan” but we as human being can feel something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is it…I am out of idea already and when you are in the mood that you wish this not to happen, you are out of idea as well….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-3713827961711262007?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3713827961711262007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=3713827961711262007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/3713827961711262007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/3713827961711262007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2008/02/confession-on-jamban-floor-no-712.html' title='Confession on the Jamban Floor no. 712'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-9185348440835790397</id><published>2008-02-05T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T01:21:17.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession on the Jamban Floor no.777</title><content type='html'>As I am here bumped into Eddie Muscle gossiping something before both take off for our own kind of work out. Well, mine more to cardio anyway. Haiya! Lose weight ba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am here at Fitness Zone updating my long lost boring blog for the fans of Madamme Sasha or The new Jessica (haih) or Mink! the loveable cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While talking with Aedy, Wu Zun walked by and talked to Eddie, as I may recall, they are friends before he becomes a well known artist. Eddie asked me to take his picture with him. As embarrassed I maybe, I am a very shy and loveable person dink!, I have no choice but to follow his needs. I am going to post it later the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a long queue for spinning class. It's Sherwin class by the way, not my kind of mood to join cycling at the moment. This is always happen, the long queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now in the holiday mood for Chinese New Year! Sunday will be at Dalin's house, our new lovely friend. We are so looking forward for this. And I am being a bimbo again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of this, time for me to work out. Aziman's here and I need to talk to him as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiya! cannot upload photo now...server slow....so I leave you with my words of wisdom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a lovely person by Madamme Sasha...&lt;br /&gt;Boring!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-9185348440835790397?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/9185348440835790397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=9185348440835790397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/9185348440835790397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/9185348440835790397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2008/02/confession-on-jamban-floor-no777.html' title='Confession on the Jamban Floor no.777'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-7047803640737028399</id><published>2008-01-29T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T05:29:38.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession on the Dance Floor no. 877</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a talk with my friend, Redz, and asked if I have multiple personality. I keep on experiencing some events that I don't even remember at all.&lt;br /&gt;I may be Madamme Sasha the brown pashmina, an idiotic version of Oprah who claimed to be a successful talk show host.&lt;br /&gt;Or,&lt;br /&gt;I may like Jessica, the strongest twin sister of Nikki from Heroes. She's good. I want her!&lt;br /&gt;Or,&lt;br /&gt;I may be the slutty Kayoy who kept on calling everyone for sex. I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The events were;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I keep on receiving phone call and text messages from my new phone numbers saying I gave my number to them at the chat room. I don't chat but I don't remember this as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I was told that I was using this someone's laptop whom I never met. The proof was my e-mail when typed was there. When was this? I fear it's recent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Redz told me once I may here with him but actually I was somewhere else flirting to someone. This may be true because recently on Monday afternoon when I was taking my nap, he texted me about food and I did reply but I didn't remember what it was until I met him.&lt;br /&gt;He complaint about my text which kind of demanding. I didn't remember about the text since I replied when I was half awake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dear diary;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is true, I need someone to tell me that I really have multiple personality because it seemed to be true. I feel wiped out every night, I don't remember sometimes of what I did and when I woke up I was on my bed with dizziness and body aching ( haiya! this is the scene from Heroes la!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need medication!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night Diary..... ZZzzzZZZZZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-7047803640737028399?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7047803640737028399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=7047803640737028399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/7047803640737028399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/7047803640737028399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2008/01/confession-on-dance-floor-no-877.html' title='Confession on the Dance Floor no. 877'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-3166183806890126688</id><published>2008-01-24T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T05:34:54.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary Week no.04</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know, lately I always feel wiped out especially at night. There’s this one time when we had dinner together and Kori said I really looked exhausted. Ever  since, I got fever last week, I always feel tired. &lt;br /&gt;I always thought it’s the class I attended at night. Imagine from 5 to 8 pm every night, from cardio to normal workout.  And then, when I finished and took a shower, I go home straight away and watch TV since I miss a lot of shows so I need to catch up. But I ended up sleeping and wake up around 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, at school after 12, I feel tired and sleepy already. Few of my colleagues complaint about this to me. This is not me. I am the active kind of person, hyper all the time. I even work in the afternoon no questions asked but now, I rather go back home and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a lot of new friends, either personally or through online.  I have fun knowing them and never regret knowing them. One thing I don’t like is when we used up all the necessities we have and leave us as it is. This annoys me very much. Yes leave your friends in questions and stay silent for all I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say, ask your friends what happened. I did and he or she may say nothing and its nothing to do you with you. Right…&lt;br /&gt;If its nothing to do with anyone why with the silence and cold shoulder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought we are good friends. Good friends stand up for each other. Good friends are good friends. Well, I guess, we are not good friends then. You lose one you may gain one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended a course called Stress Relief and How to handle it.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a very meaningful and fruitful education for a stress teacher on how to handle it.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because the presenter is so good looking, that’s why. ☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I still have one solve for stress relief. KILL YOURSELF!&lt;br /&gt;It may not solve anything but who cares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now it's night and I just got back from Kuala Belait picking up my friend to stay over at my place.&lt;br /&gt;It feels good when he decided to stay over at my place. He is a very good friend of ours.&lt;br /&gt;After friendly match and picking him up, I feel wiped out now. I am hungry but I don't feel like eating but I don't have a choice but to eat also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night Diary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-3166183806890126688?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3166183806890126688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=3166183806890126688&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/3166183806890126688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/3166183806890126688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2008/01/dear-diary-week-no04.html' title='Dear Diary Week no.04'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-3279034833640554947</id><published>2008-01-21T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T01:03:56.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E-mail from Sasha</title><content type='html'>Dear Sir;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to regret and careless consideration between the owner of the blog and world renown host, Sejam Bersama Sasha.&lt;br /&gt;This is to inform you that the blog (Passion Fruit) is no longer a cat's blog.&lt;br /&gt;As been read and viewed, the displayed picture no longer post the cat's pesona. It is a little sad to the readers of this blog not seeing any post from that creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news been spread that the cat, as popularly known as Mink! over the internet and as claimed to be the most popular cat around, has retired and no longer connecting to this Passion Fruit for Angle no.16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is, do you (the blog invader) have the slightest creative idea on posting any post that are nice and worth reading of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours truly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madamme Sasha of Brown Pashmina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-3279034833640554947?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3279034833640554947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=3279034833640554947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/3279034833640554947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/3279034833640554947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2008/01/e-mail-from-sasha.html' title='E-mail from Sasha'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-8309379534922491399</id><published>2008-01-17T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T23:18:08.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession on the Jamban Floor no.001</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/za4mta7vcIo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/za4mta7vcIo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest awhile and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea on what to post at the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how it feels when there's blank in your mind...&lt;br /&gt;I need Carrie Bradshaw to inspire me! She's so good in writing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-8309379534922491399?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8309379534922491399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=8309379534922491399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/8309379534922491399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/8309379534922491399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2008/01/confession-on-jamban-floor-no001.html' title='Confession on the Jamban Floor no.001'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-8269478156431656894</id><published>2008-01-15T19:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T19:38:16.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MC on You!</title><content type='html'>As of today, I will be in medical leave for two days! two days! Yayy!!1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to viral infection on my chest...so cuti lo...I am enjoying my cuti now....and now at the Coffee Zone waiting for my blood result in the afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep you guys posted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-8269478156431656894?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8269478156431656894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=8269478156431656894&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/8269478156431656894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/8269478156431656894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2008/01/mc-on-you.html' title='MC on You!'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-174708705116278290</id><published>2008-01-12T10:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T10:09:29.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night at DeFountain Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R4kCTPCCBjI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/2udlDhMJ5Xs/s1600-h/DSC00615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R4kCTPCCBjI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/2udlDhMJ5Xs/s320/DSC00615.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154653777978066482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R4kBmPCCBiI/AAAAAAAAAMI/386JSqW6mts/s1600-h/DSC00578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R4kBmPCCBiI/AAAAAAAAAMI/386JSqW6mts/s320/DSC00578.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154653004883953186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R4kBLPCCBhI/AAAAAAAAAMA/_iNd_besJrw/s1600-h/DSC00580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R4kBLPCCBhI/AAAAAAAAAMA/_iNd_besJrw/s320/DSC00580.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154652541027485202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-174708705116278290?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/174708705116278290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=174708705116278290&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/174708705116278290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/174708705116278290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2008/01/night-at-defountain-cafe.html' title='A Night at DeFountain Cafe'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R4kCTPCCBjI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/2udlDhMJ5Xs/s72-c/DSC00615.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-2692189815649740443</id><published>2008-01-12T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T08:16:59.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tour with Angel no.16</title><content type='html'>Where would you go to have a vacation to spend less money and stay at your friend’s house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the activities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Tell me….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuala Belait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is Kuala Belait? How do we go there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy. It’s in Brunei of course and to go there by car lo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s in there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things you can do there. For instance, would you believe it that in Kuala Belait there’s an archery centre where you can play the archery for $10 for 30 arrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie did it and it looks fun. I wanted to play by imagining someone that you been furious and hatred of and shoot them. &lt;br /&gt;Such a relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gather all your friends and hang out there. There are so many places where you eat and just drink.&lt;br /&gt;Moi Nam? Wywy? Orchid Room? Procter? CA Mohammad?&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere la….it’s easy to find ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the whole group together, it’s like a chimney. &lt;br /&gt;Are we in winter  already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or we can play kidnap kidnap. You kidnap me and I kidnap you next. &lt;br /&gt;Fun eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just spend two days and two nights. You’ll enjoy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-2692189815649740443?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2692189815649740443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=2692189815649740443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/2692189815649740443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/2692189815649740443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2008/01/tour-with-angel-no16.html' title='Tour with Angel no.16'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-140765083762824914</id><published>2008-01-09T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T19:47:10.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Fluffy Bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R4WU9vCCBgI/AAAAAAAAAL4/km4mWyzIIcA/s1600-h/fluffy-bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R4WU9vCCBgI/AAAAAAAAAL4/km4mWyzIIcA/s320/fluffy-bunny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153689136913319426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;This is a BUNNY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be like this although I may be fluffy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is too much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-140765083762824914?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/140765083762824914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=140765083762824914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/140765083762824914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/140765083762824914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2008/01/confessions-of-fluffy-bunny.html' title='Confessions of a Fluffy Bunny'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R4WU9vCCBgI/AAAAAAAAAL4/km4mWyzIIcA/s72-c/fluffy-bunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-7182590817052459253</id><published>2008-01-06T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T04:38:42.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts of an Angel no.16</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R4DLqPCCBfI/AAAAAAAAALw/7IlOaO-CeyM/s1600-h/angel-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R4DLqPCCBfI/AAAAAAAAALw/7IlOaO-CeyM/s320/angel-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152341900161844722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Angel has come and gave the light to The Blog Invader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Angel slapped the face of the blog invader with his wings and said "Don't be stupid!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the slapped, the blog invader realized and remembered of what The Angin said to him, "you have the look, easy can find one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god! What he said was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then The Angel brought me my old good friend back. Azreen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked why am I broken hearted. I told her a few things and few things to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;I salute her for being the strongest woman I know.&lt;br /&gt;For two days she's in pain and she managed to get over it and she asked me to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;From this I promise to you Azreen. I will and be prepared for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she said, "Tuhan saja yang faham our situation and Tuhan saja yang dapat kitani rindu."&lt;br /&gt;"Jangan tah kusut kusut lagi Yoy! Kitani ani barang pinjam dari Tuhan, bila bila masa ia dapat mengambil tu. In the mean time, rindukan Tuhan saja and berserah arahnya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Azreen and Thank you Angel no.16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry as I may. Angry as I want to.&lt;br /&gt;I have to be strong and face the new days with smile and open arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you God, I am ready for your tests.&lt;br /&gt;I accept any from You as my guidance in disguise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-7182590817052459253?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7182590817052459253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=7182590817052459253&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/7182590817052459253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/7182590817052459253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2008/01/deep-thoughts-of-angel-no16.html' title='Deep Thoughts of an Angel no.16'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R4DLqPCCBfI/AAAAAAAAALw/7IlOaO-CeyM/s72-c/angel-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-6225387306859338611</id><published>2008-01-06T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T01:12:01.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thought</title><content type='html'>ok! here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start from Friday till this Sunday, as it may seem to be happy outside could anybody tell of how we feel inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen if we can read people's deep thought?&lt;br /&gt;Freaky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per discussed with Suze and Liza. (my two lovely girlfriends)&lt;br /&gt;They understand me very well and such a great lost if I lost them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to feel when they said I may fall into someone back.&lt;br /&gt;I fear this to happen and it ain't feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel wanting to say this but how's the reaction?&lt;br /&gt;It won't be the same anymore and the happiness of being together as friends be gone too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Angin said, move on!&lt;br /&gt;How do we move one? Can somebody tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for the great advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone move on. Having a date, seeing someone...move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the free and unfashioned creature. We have the rights to be free. We are ready to be brave and accept the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deep thought if told meant to be believed but why believe it. Will it be a lie? or Will it be just an attention to attract? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not wrong to be in loved and its not wrong to be not loved back.&lt;br /&gt;It's a freedom of choice and we choose either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We create the problems and we ourselves have to solve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for reading this and this is Mink! reporting from Rimba floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-6225387306859338611?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6225387306859338611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=6225387306859338611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/6225387306859338611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/6225387306859338611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2008/01/deep-thought.html' title='Deep Thought'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-1715045706143769007</id><published>2008-01-03T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T20:48:12.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madamme Sasha di Lantai Coffee Bean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R326gPCCBeI/AAAAAAAAALo/F6diRIbiGYk/s1600-h/timscats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R326gPCCBeI/AAAAAAAAALo/F6diRIbiGYk/s320/timscats.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151478611735348706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 bring something or someone that you can never forget. Try your luck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidents bad or good during that year must not be forgotten and put as our guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Sasha and welcome to Sejam Bersama Sasha di Lantai Coffee Bean.&lt;br /&gt;With me is the Blog Invader, Kayoy the Piggy Bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave it now to Kayoy to recap and discuss the year 2007. Agatah kipu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayoy:&lt;br /&gt;Mulut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, selamat datang ke Sejam Bersama Sasha di Lantai Coffee Bean....I am Kayoy your lovely co-host for tonight. Say "I am adorable!" Please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2007, though some people say not a good year. I do0n't agree but I support people's opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From work to life styles, it changed gradually within that 365 days or shall I say 366 days of leap year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the most important thing of all is people surrounded me of that year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family we all loved not to be exempted from the discussion.&lt;br /&gt;How's your family?&lt;br /&gt;My family just fine in fact I love them more than ever. The love increasing everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the sponsor trip to Saudi Arabia. That was one of the best experience ever.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the Ka'aba in front of the eyes produce a joyful and yet thankful tears. I thank you for the opportunity to bring me there where now I am ready to get a further step for haj. Insya Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't mention about the work as it is so unnecessary and boring!&lt;br /&gt;Go work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting new creatures of beloved human.&lt;br /&gt;What's that mean? Do we meet monsters? or Do we meet scary creatures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we mention cats? Mink!? Raccoon?&lt;br /&gt;Two loveable cats.. I love them...everyone love them including the new friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of this new friend.&lt;br /&gt;He's the man I met from Seria. Lovely person but angin!&lt;br /&gt;The reason I put him here because I promised I post something about him on my blog! But then I lost ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he's going to be my next very good friend. As angin as he can be...I still adore him for being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;There's one time he tried his best to come over to my place to visit me.&lt;br /&gt;One word! Angin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Charmed Ones!&lt;br /&gt;Go Badminton! The power of Singsing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you all with Madamme Sasha word of wisdom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mama say, mama say, mama rasa, mama berdosa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-1715045706143769007?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1715045706143769007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=1715045706143769007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/1715045706143769007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Confession on the Jamban Floor no.990</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R3de5fCCBcI/AAAAAAAAALY/IrP73_PLuiU/s1600-h/IMAGE_901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R3de5fCCBcI/AAAAAAAAALY/IrP73_PLuiU/s320/IMAGE_901.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149689040597026242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am writing, I am now in Belait District for the weekend with Redz, Paul and Toni.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyable yes and exciting too.&lt;br /&gt;Though it's quiet but cozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul, Redz and Toni busy with their anti-social :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R3dfQvCCBdI/AAAAAAAAALg/pf30-3sfU90/s1600-h/IMAGE_895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Personality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kayoy.mypersonality.info" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://badges.mypersonality.info/badge/0/3/39854.png" alt="Click to view my Personality Profile page" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTExOTg3MjgzMjU1MjQmcHQ9MTE5ODcyODM4MTYwMSZwPW15cGVyc29uYWxpdHklMkVpbmZvJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZmPWI=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-6630766519660167962?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6630766519660167962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=6630766519660167962&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/6630766519660167962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/6630766519660167962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-personality.html' title='My Personality'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-571716134727288534</id><published>2007-12-20T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T22:22:28.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions on the Jamban Floor no.977</title><content type='html'>To live in vain requires less food to eat but to drink a lot of water so that can poo poo easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 3 days of eating non-stop malay food during the haj season made the tummy to go to the front and less gymming dues to budget constraint and time limitation on having dinner for the haj season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 days brought an exhaustion from eating though delicious.&lt;br /&gt;Cannot resist the temptation and all the fats inviting to eat more.&lt;br /&gt;What shall we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall be going to the gym again and work out till death?&lt;br /&gt;Shall be going to control the intake of food and ignore all the delicious cuisines?&lt;br /&gt;Shall be stop going to the dinner since Friday is the last day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is the 4th day. An additional day as discussed the whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As observed and dropped by to Lord Marshall. The emporium is still under thorough renovation.&lt;br /&gt;It is decided but what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;The preparation for the new class gone and the mood gone.&lt;br /&gt;What are the next plan?&lt;br /&gt;How to clean the class?&lt;br /&gt;Enough time for the next year?&lt;br /&gt;We'll  wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we end this with;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidil Adha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-571716134727288534?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/571716134727288534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=571716134727288534&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/571716134727288534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/571716134727288534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/12/confessions-on-jamban-floor-no977.html' title='Confessions on the Jamban Floor no.977'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-6432328376492932536</id><published>2007-12-12T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T19:14:52.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of the Bali Floor Day 3 &amp; 4</title><content type='html'>Day 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaahhh &lt;br /&gt;We decided to go to the beach and relaxing the whole day looking at people. &lt;br /&gt;When we almost reached to our destination, we were greeted by two Indonesian guys.&lt;br /&gt;They gave us this card for us to open and look for the puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;To cut short, I had 3 t-shirts and B got 3 stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy was so happy, he said B won US$ 1000 for this.&lt;br /&gt;I was very happy, I can get half from it.&lt;br /&gt;But.......there's a catch.&lt;br /&gt;In order to receive the prize, we have to go to the hotel mentioned and we must be living together for at least 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;And, the guy insisted for us to be living together. We are gay couple!&lt;br /&gt;For two and a half years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we went to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;We waited for the manager...alaaa...WTF!&lt;br /&gt;They actually asked us to be their premium member which cost of US$10 000 for 26 years.&lt;br /&gt;I can't afford it, we can't afford it. So we left with empty handed.&lt;br /&gt;Decided not to be fooled again...for days we ignoring people approaching us. keke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I forgot what did we do for these two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner date at Cafe Warisan.&lt;br /&gt;Spend almost one morning at Jalan Seminyak and Oberoi.&lt;br /&gt;B said this looks at one part in Sydney and he got overheated and couldn't continue anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I was excited already by the walking but couldn't leave B all exhausted so we headed to Matahari Mall for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dinner at Cafe Warisan caused a few trouble to B by me.&lt;br /&gt;We've been in silent treatment for almost two days and it ain't no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next episode:&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of my Bali trip.&lt;br /&gt;I am too lazy to type anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-6432328376492932536?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6432328376492932536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=6432328376492932536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/6432328376492932536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/6432328376492932536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/12/confessions-of-bali-floor-day-3-4.html' title='Confessions of the Bali Floor Day 3 &amp; 4'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-4076092263592178055</id><published>2007-12-10T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T21:23:02.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions on the Bali Floor Day 1 &amp; 2</title><content type='html'>Day 1 of Bali was too tiring.&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at 2 o'clock in the morning. I decided to go to sleep straight away but then seeing B taking shower, it felt refreshing, so I ended having it after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up at 8:00 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep from the noise outside. &lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, walking around at the back of the hotel. There were so many shops, little local shops, everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;And they kept on calling us to buy stuffs. I decided not to buy anything on my first day. Save money first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we headed off to Discovery Mall. Finally a decent mall to go to.&lt;br /&gt;Mark &amp; Spencer, Sogo, Periplus, Guess are all here! Yayy!!&lt;br /&gt;It cost around 20 000 Rupiah by taxi to go there from our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;As talkative I can be, I asked the taxi driver how much does it cost for a taxi fare from the airport to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;He said only around 40 000 rupiah maximum.&lt;br /&gt;What?!!! We paid 100 000 Rupiah for that last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let you know later how much did I spend for our first day in Bali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Jimbaran Seafood...&lt;br /&gt;The place is nice facing the beach. If you are on honeymoon you should go there. Its so romantic.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the seafood plus drink for two: 750 000 Rupiah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 &amp; 2: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi from the airport: 100 000 Rupiah&lt;br /&gt;Shopping for clothes: 300 000 Rupiah&lt;br /&gt;Krispy Kreme: 50 000 Rupiah&lt;br /&gt;Taxi back and forth hotel: 60 000 Rupiah&lt;br /&gt;Taxi for dinner return: 40 000 Rupiah&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Jimbaran: 750 000 Rupiah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the total la ah....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-4076092263592178055?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4076092263592178055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=4076092263592178055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/4076092263592178055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/4076092263592178055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/12/confessions-on-bali-floor-day-1-2.html' title='Confessions on the Bali Floor Day 1 &amp; 2'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-1361348912685552785</id><published>2007-11-30T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T17:42:43.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions on the RIPAS and FoodZone Floor no. 073</title><content type='html'>As pain occurred for every seconds. I was worried that he can't stand the pain.&lt;br /&gt;As a friend, in fact, I owe my life to this friend, crying for him is not the answer as I guess it will make the worse.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered my mum used to stroke gently on my head whenever I was in pain. And that when I was a kid. It actually calm us down and make to feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B always do that to me as well and said the same thing, clams and better.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, When I did this to my in pain friend, he said he can fall asleep with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the power touching give effects to human affectionate.&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon Amir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost to an hour we queued at the hospital to wait name to be called.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Redz sister who called the name and ran smoothly. It took no longer than 7 minutes when she came and helped us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch showed almost to 10 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;we had dinner and Paul and Redz talked about Blogging Nation where they got the inspiration from the link I posted on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I linked it here but I have no intention to register to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redz registered and I saw his name on the nation.&lt;br /&gt;Paul registered and I saw his name on the nation as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, it came to my mine, I too should register to blogging nation and I too need a loyal reader like I used to have until I changed my website address.&lt;br /&gt;Too many readers and it creeps me out a little.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I need readers to read my diary, I called it diary as it tells about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need readers to understand me through my writings.&lt;br /&gt;I need readers to know me and to leave something to me as a remembrance of my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;I need readers to know me and be their inspirations of what I have contributed intentionally or unintentionally.&lt;br /&gt;I need readers to tell me what they have contributed to me that I can make it as guidance to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you readers for your contributions and supports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now...&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with lots of food from my school.&lt;br /&gt;We are having what we call "Food Festival"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R1C7GylvOTI/AAAAAAAAALA/o6k1ilVxQjs/s1600-R/IMAGE_880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R1C7GylvOTI/AAAAAAAAALA/N5aSpWEeLQw/s320/IMAGE_880.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138812900163402034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R1C7ZClvOUI/AAAAAAAAALI/pHQElBYPjZ8/s1600-R/IMAGE_879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R1C7ZClvOUI/AAAAAAAAALI/gt4ihrYrs3c/s320/IMAGE_879.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138813213696014658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are Sophan, Juana, Nora and Ustazah Norwani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the soto given by my student for the teachers' day...&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Suhairi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R1C79ClvOVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kSNQHwaCYyU/s1600-R/IMAGE_881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R1C79ClvOVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/pFg21O0bsGg/s320/IMAGE_881.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138813832171305298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-1361348912685552785?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1361348912685552785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=1361348912685552785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/1361348912685552785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/1361348912685552785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/11/confessions-on-ripas-and-foodzone-floor.html' title='Confessions on the RIPAS and FoodZone Floor no. 073'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/R1C7GylvOTI/AAAAAAAAALA/N5aSpWEeLQw/s72-c/IMAGE_880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-4110493019459047950</id><published>2007-11-18T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T21:18:42.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession on the Jamban Floor no.078</title><content type='html'>I did something funnily stupid :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a friend of mine was in the toilet and usually when he's in the toilet he'll be kind of taking a long time to clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I did?&lt;br /&gt;I checked out his mobile phone and I got caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AArrgghhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not angry but he's disappointed in me...hee hee hee...&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, he's cute when he's like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry hunny...&lt;br /&gt;Just being curious and in need to know that asshole's number :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't do it again..I promise...Love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-4110493019459047950?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4110493019459047950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=4110493019459047950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/4110493019459047950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/4110493019459047950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/11/confession-on-jamban-floor-no078.html' title='Confession on the Jamban Floor no.078'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-8829229925457358747</id><published>2007-11-17T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T08:11:28.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession on the Jamban Floor no.189</title><content type='html'>I went out of the room tadi then C-Kayoy, the blog invader, wake up from his afternoon nap and saw me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mink! masuk!" he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid thing was, he just said it but he didn't do anything. Eh! what happened to this boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rupanya, I hate that boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dy! C-Komeng kuar tu menggatal."&lt;br /&gt;Kurang ajar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me master about it! Damn you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am here to tell you this story about Lulu.&lt;br /&gt;You know, the new, is it dog or bunny?&lt;br /&gt;He's, since it's night time, so I guess she..&lt;br /&gt;She's at De'Fountain selling herself to this cute hot chinese muscle man.&lt;br /&gt;Happened to be the son of his friend's colleague.&lt;br /&gt;Lulu is now so desperate he, sorry she, can go to anyone with pretty faces.&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck Lulu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rz8SfJ5uiWI/AAAAAAAAAK4/05aNFJC0p1E/s1600-h/IMAGE_863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rz8SfJ5uiWI/AAAAAAAAAK4/05aNFJC0p1E/s320/IMAGE_863.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133842426668943714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confessed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah sudah ah...at least I post something due to popular demand! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till Then...I leave you with Lulu the Selling bunny? dog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-8829229925457358747?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8829229925457358747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=8829229925457358747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/8829229925457358747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/8829229925457358747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/11/confession-on-jamban-floor-no189.html' title='Confession on the Jamban Floor no.189'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rz8SfJ5uiWI/AAAAAAAAAK4/05aNFJC0p1E/s72-c/IMAGE_863.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-2519915462571027813</id><published>2007-11-16T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:34:05.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession on the Jamban Floor no.765</title><content type='html'>aku malaskan memblog salnya banyak kajaku di skulah ani...&lt;br /&gt;since tadi kami ada begambar ramai for the souvenir Singapore teachers so ku post ke mari lah..Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rz5vHZ5uiVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/nsMTBatIvqQ/s1600-h/SRDM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rz5vHZ5uiVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/nsMTBatIvqQ/s320/SRDM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133662798251723090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-2519915462571027813?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2519915462571027813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=2519915462571027813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/2519915462571027813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/2519915462571027813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/11/confession-on-jamban-floor-no765.html' title='Confession on the Jamban Floor no.765'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rz5vHZ5uiVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/nsMTBatIvqQ/s72-c/SRDM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-1901015887105921317</id><published>2007-11-07T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T16:58:54.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession on the Jamban Floor no.989</title><content type='html'>Everytime I think of this person, I started to hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;I started to despise this person.&lt;br /&gt;I started to feel in a negative mood.&lt;br /&gt;I started to lose interest in everything what I do.&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;I started to fool around to forget and get rid of this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried my best to do everything. Even to the level where I am not supposed to do. To impress and to be the best. What turned out to be a disappointment in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deny everything to my friends. I deny to everyone I move on. But what's the point, you can't deny yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I do move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, the true feelings gone and it felt good. It felt surprising exciting.&lt;br /&gt;Keep it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you meet, it sure is the most awaited event on your life. Why is that?&lt;br /&gt;When you go out, it sure is will be a disappointment turned out. What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you didn't see him, it sure is the longest day in your life. How long?&lt;br /&gt;When you were away, it sure is the every moment you miss the person. Isn't it over already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always keep into mind that, "You don't need this person, you don't have to miss this person when you guys are not together. He never definitely think of you there."&lt;br /&gt;I have to agree on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best colleagues keep on wanting to slap me for being such a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That bullshit doesn't deserve you," she said. "Let the person rot in hell, that's the place for it."&lt;br /&gt;Sound harsh but I like it. My colleague knows me better. I like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend less time, I ignore the person. I even curse the person whenever I saw on friendster. (added new friends,someone has a reputation there, then pictures..blahh!!)&lt;br /&gt;I text less, I ignore on MSN. I even curse and say rude things on SMS.&lt;br /&gt;In short, we fight a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what this person do behind my back. Fool around for all I care.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what this person's activity and date with someone when we are not together. We deserved to meet someone, a special someone.&lt;br /&gt;Someone you can *you know*.&lt;br /&gt;A side story, this person does a lot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;With all ignorance and less time spend. &lt;br /&gt;Why I am ready to do it, in fact I did it well myself, then *bang!* an interesting story happen from this person.&lt;br /&gt;I changes everything. I feel pity, I feel sad. That's my friend and in need.&lt;br /&gt;I am the only comfort this person has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Kayoy!&lt;br /&gt;Move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think deeply before sleep and crying for losing the ipod.&lt;br /&gt;I have decided, what do I care?&lt;br /&gt;Do whatever both sides want to do. &lt;br /&gt;This person never thinks of me and why in the world do I have to think of this person. He doesn't CARE.&lt;br /&gt;Go do what ever you want to do. *that thing* or other things like gang bang...go ahead for all I care.&lt;br /&gt;I have had enough and I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be hurt. I may be in vengeance.&lt;br /&gt;For one thing, I will never forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The End-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasha reporting from Studio Oprah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-1901015887105921317?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1901015887105921317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=1901015887105921317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/1901015887105921317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/1901015887105921317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/11/confession-on-jamban-floor-no989.html' title='Confession on the Jamban Floor no.989'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-5834071456756506986</id><published>2007-11-06T16:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T17:57:15.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger on the Jamban Floor</title><content type='html'>Fucking Shit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so angry right now, I can kill anyone who near me.I kill in pleasure and you to suffer in pain.&lt;br /&gt;Those bitches to bitches to Fucking Assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why in the world do I have to know these persons?&lt;br /&gt;Why in the fucking world do I have to be friend with these stupid assholes?&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;Why in the idiotic fucking bullshit world I can't get rid of these God Damn Fuckable bitch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing first..Stupid Unlucky Tuesday!!&lt;br /&gt;I misplaced my ipod, how in the world can I workout? For hours I looked for it and until now I couldn't find it, I feel like I want to burn my house. Idiot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone saying that I am CHEAP! How the fuck are you saying that to me!!! Do you know me that well? Is it me or you are the one who CHEAP? Fucking around!&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I want to hit whoever house with my car! Let both the car and house burn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've waited for hours to someone to pick me up and I ended up driving for nothing. Now I know why I seldom hang out with you guys...Fashionably Late Drag!&lt;br /&gt;I feel like stabbing the drag with blunt knife! Feel the pain!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, calm down....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was ok...get the chance to talk heart to heart with Suze and Liza...saying bad things to those who so influential yet such a big fat liar!&lt;br /&gt;Until the phone rang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+6738883514&lt;br /&gt;Then there's a text message...&lt;br /&gt;"Can i kol u kajap sharul?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the FUCK!!&lt;br /&gt;Another stupid Pinoy doing it again. What a bitch!&lt;br /&gt;This has gone too far. Suze's mother kept on asking me to pick up the phone because it's kind of rude having conversation with her as the phone ringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received another phone call with different tone.&lt;br /&gt;It's my bestfriend. He was in a fume as well. So I asked why...&lt;br /&gt;His boyfriend is seeing someone behind his back! What This!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't be angry but this is my bestfriend for god sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this guy called him saying he's been seeing my bestfriend's boyfriend now and there are actually three persons invovled; My bestfriend, the guy who called and there's another guy. Bull!!&lt;br /&gt;The guy called him and telling him that they've been together before or after their trip to Bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;What? Don;t have a better life than ruining others ey?&lt;br /&gt;What? Is the guy called him so good looking? that he seeing him better than my bestfriend?&lt;br /&gt;What? Is bestfriend doesn't enough for him? that he has to go out with this ugly guy instead.&lt;br /&gt;What? Is this guy calling that he's been seeing long enough that we, my bestfriend especially, couldn't find out that soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boyfriend of his doesn't deserved my bestfriend. He should appreciate him!&lt;br /&gt;What can't anybody see us happy?&lt;br /&gt;What can't they just leave us as what we are?&lt;br /&gt;What can't they just die in the most terrifying way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so angry at the environment now.&lt;br /&gt;The place seemed so stuffy and full of bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;The surrounding is full of drama.&lt;br /&gt;We all full of drama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want my ipod!!&lt;br /&gt;Do not mess with me now as I am full of anger!&lt;br /&gt;This is how I will be for the next hours until I found my ipod and my problems solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asshole!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-5834071456756506986?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5834071456756506986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=5834071456756506986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/5834071456756506986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/5834071456756506986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/11/anger-on-jamban-floor.html' title='Anger on the Jamban Floor'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-6209801638277784129</id><published>2007-11-04T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T17:21:19.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bersama Mink! Di Lantai Jamban Rimba</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Ry5ujf63KZI/AAAAAAAAAKU/qwlfNcZyzv0/s1600-h/noble_cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Ry5ujf63KZI/AAAAAAAAAKU/qwlfNcZyzv0/s320/noble_cat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129158581764434322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very beautiful cat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mink!:&lt;br /&gt;With intense negotiation with the blog invader. I managed to persuade him to have this interview for my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I present to you...Kayoy the blog invader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we will talk about his life, his relationship, or does he have one? and the phone calls as well as text messages overflowed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayoy:&lt;br /&gt;Tumpis jua mulut kucing inda sadar diri ani.&lt;br /&gt;aaaa Mink! Do you know that you are actually a cat? A very annoying one?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mink!&lt;br /&gt;I am a very beautiful cat...Anyway..So  tell me what did you do last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayoy:&lt;br /&gt;I went out dinner with Redz and Paul di Andaman. Besides this conversation are not what I did last night. What did you do last  night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mink!&lt;br /&gt;Licking my paws..This is not about me, this is about you. What did you do before that? And mind telling us about this phone calls and text messages you received lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayoy:&lt;br /&gt;Aahh...it's a very long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mink!&lt;br /&gt;Habaq dekat che!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayoy:&lt;br /&gt;There is this stupid person who exposing my phone number over the chat room, to the main channel even.&lt;br /&gt;I know this because my friend told me. He chats anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's talk more about me.&lt;br /&gt;So, since this has been going on for quite a long time, I take it as a good sign of this stupid person doing me a favour of introducing me few friends for a date. So I tagged along.&lt;br /&gt;I met few friends and chatted with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mink!&lt;br /&gt;Don't you get annoyed by this?&lt;br /&gt;Uuuhh I feel like Oprah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayoy:&lt;br /&gt;Perasan jua kucingnya...&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do. In fact in every of my prayer I cursed this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mink!&lt;br /&gt;Continue your story...What did you do last night before dinner with Redz and Paul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayoy:&lt;br /&gt;Kepoh!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I received a text message saying to meet me later at 7 di serusop.&lt;br /&gt;So, I met the person lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mink!&lt;br /&gt;Then, what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayoy:&lt;br /&gt;This person..haiya...not nice want...&lt;br /&gt;This person is always you know caressing and touching...yuck!&lt;br /&gt;So, I asked Redz to call me up in 5 minutes to save me from this torturement...keke..I create that word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mink!&lt;br /&gt;How long did you guys meet? and Did Redz call you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayoy:&lt;br /&gt;Of course lo! Anyway...this is the last time I go layan this kind of persons.&lt;br /&gt;It always ended up in disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we just like meet a very simple, decent, good looking, sex appealing person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mink!&lt;br /&gt;In that case, you keep on tag along with this, who knows ada tu nanti the person....&lt;br /&gt;Good luck ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayoy:&lt;br /&gt;Thank you..&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it...you are not a bad cat at all...It's just that you are a cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mink!:&lt;br /&gt;Sial manusianya...&lt;br /&gt;I am a very beautiful cat la!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I end up this show with my words of wisdom...&lt;br /&gt;"Listen to the car advice, although you don't understand them. But at least they are good looking, I am good looking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you next week and Thank you for watching....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-6209801638277784129?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6209801638277784129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=6209801638277784129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/6209801638277784129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/6209801638277784129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/11/bersama-mink-di-lantai-jamban-rimba.html' title='Bersama Mink! Di Lantai Jamban Rimba'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Ry5ujf63KZI/AAAAAAAAAKU/qwlfNcZyzv0/s72-c/noble_cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-1645885030620575905</id><published>2007-10-30T19:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T21:03:39.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession on the MV Doulus Floor</title><content type='html'>I have to sneak around and silently to post this blog while Mink! is still sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out last night with Jims. As we claimed ourselves the Yakubs night out to the floating bookfair in Muara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, it was huge and hot too. We looked around the ship first before we proceed to the book fair. &lt;br /&gt;I kind of scared at the first place actually to see this different kind of environment. Honestly it's like once in a blue moon we go to Muara. There's nothing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since I am too lazy and sneaking around from Mink!I show you the pictures but I couldn't take the pictures inside the bookfair.. I honestly forgot :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Ryf1Bv63KPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/TO8o6kYrCz4/s1600-h/IMAGE_785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Ryf1Bv63KPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/TO8o6kYrCz4/s320/IMAGE_785.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127336111176624370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Ryf1gP63KQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/BthdL7MYdB8/s1600-h/IMAGE_786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Ryf1gP63KQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/BthdL7MYdB8/s320/IMAGE_786.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127336635162634498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Ryf10f63KRI/AAAAAAAAAJU/NSZrtaMQfmI/s1600-h/IMAGE_787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Ryf10f63KRI/AAAAAAAAAJU/NSZrtaMQfmI/s320/IMAGE_787.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127336983054985490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Ryf2S_63KSI/AAAAAAAAAJc/tzmilUBumt4/s1600-h/IMAGE_791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Ryf2S_63KSI/AAAAAAAAAJc/tzmilUBumt4/s320/IMAGE_791.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127337507040995618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Yakubs in front of the cruise ship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we went to the ship, we walked pass by this very nice interior building. I said to myself hey! this is kind of a surprise for a very nice building in Brunei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Ryf3IP63KTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/qN0ME9_86pY/s1600-h/IMAGE_793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Ryf3IP63KTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/qN0ME9_86pY/s320/IMAGE_793.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127338421869029682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Ryf3Xv63KUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/R6aXNgYIss8/s1600-h/IMAGE_796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Ryf3Xv63KUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/R6aXNgYIss8/s320/IMAGE_796.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127338688157002050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Ryf3mf63KVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/uMG3OK_FKS8/s1600-h/IMAGE_795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Ryf3mf63KVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/uMG3OK_FKS8/s320/IMAGE_795.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127338941560072530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Ryf34f63KWI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/yJb71rS19wA/s1600-h/IMAGE_798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Ryf34f63KWI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/yJb71rS19wA/s320/IMAGE_798.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127339250797717858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Yakubs took another picture in the bus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to take few shots for myself...hee hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Ryf4Rf63KXI/AAAAAAAAAKE/PbNdn8-RK4w/s1600-h/IMAGE_802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Ryf4Rf63KXI/AAAAAAAAAKE/PbNdn8-RK4w/s320/IMAGE_802.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127339680294447474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Ryf4kP63KYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/gV8zlXaeahs/s1600-h/IMAGE_805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Ryf4kP63KYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/gV8zlXaeahs/s320/IMAGE_805.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127340002416994690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malasku kan rotate balik ni eh...di rotate masih jua lagi...biar tia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now as pictures tell thousands of words of already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah c-Mink! bangun....laju laju...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mink!: Blog INVADER!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-1645885030620575905?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1645885030620575905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=1645885030620575905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/1645885030620575905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/1645885030620575905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/10/confession-on-mv-doulus-floor.html' title='Confession on the MV Doulus Floor'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Ryf1Bv63KPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/TO8o6kYrCz4/s72-c/IMAGE_785.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-8125375816055678088</id><published>2007-10-29T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T21:20:08.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mink! Bersama Sasha</title><content type='html'>I was licking myself on the stairs alone ignoring Raccoon on what he's doing.&lt;br /&gt;There I found the blog invader arriving home from the gym with his nice Nike  and Puma bags.&lt;br /&gt;What this? Got sponsor from Nike kah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I wonder, eh how come ah that boy home early with two bags some more.&lt;br /&gt;Usually when he's carrying his puma bag to the gym means he's off to shower there and hang out with his friends.&lt;br /&gt;Now, how come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat alone over the balcony and looking at his phone and watched tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked, "Eh boy! what happen ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot, he couldn't understand the beauty of my cat language. He only know smile want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, talking serious now.&lt;br /&gt;After, the boy did his laundry then watched tv again (Return to Witch University) then arrived home my owner.&lt;br /&gt;He asked the boy joined dinner with him, he declined. Banyak also this boy punya laundry. One month kah tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is he doingkan? &lt;br /&gt;What happen to him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madamme Sasha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari Madamme habaqkan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menurut experience madamme, madamme tau apa masalah budak ni.&lt;br /&gt;Budak ini mesti tengah baca buku The Secret kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coba Mink! habaq dekat che, masa budak ni duduk ada dia memegang buku di tangannya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mink!, "hhmmm ada kali."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah nampak sekali matamu bular Mink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian, Terima kasih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mink!:&lt;br /&gt;What this? How come this Madamme Sasha got her own talk show here?&lt;br /&gt;Famouskah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The End-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next episode:&lt;br /&gt;Madamme Sasha bersama The blog invader...upclose and personal with heart to heart intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 8pm ET/ 9pm WIB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-8125375816055678088?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8125375816055678088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=8125375816055678088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/8125375816055678088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/8125375816055678088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/10/mink-bersama-sasha.html' title='Mink! Bersama Sasha'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-2195379330225766744</id><published>2007-10-28T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T23:17:01.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mink! is back...</title><content type='html'>For months I gave a chance to that boy use my blog, he spoil it all bah.&lt;br /&gt;What this? Every post so intense what...Get a life boy!!&lt;br /&gt;What I saw in you room ah that morning, not nice want. Better clean it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as I am back! I banned you, KAYOY, to use and read this blog! Ha! Ha! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited to be back and to all the cats out there, I am the beautiful and loveable cat! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I introduce to you my new friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RyR5ff63KOI/AAAAAAAAAI8/obHP67abATU/s1600-h/IMAGE_783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RyR5ff63KOI/AAAAAAAAAI8/obHP67abATU/s320/IMAGE_783.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126355857905756386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Larry from 6 a.m. to 6 p.m. &lt;br /&gt;And Lulu from 6 p.m. to 6 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's nice compare to Kayoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I let Madamme Sasha to use to blog...not you blog invader.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-2195379330225766744?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2195379330225766744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=2195379330225766744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/2195379330225766744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/2195379330225766744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/10/mink-is-back.html' title='Mink! is back...'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RyR5ff63KOI/AAAAAAAAAI8/obHP67abATU/s72-c/IMAGE_783.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-1861568128678257377</id><published>2007-10-24T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T20:19:02.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madam Sasha Presents ....</title><content type='html'>Ladies and gentle ladies....Especially to cat lovers.&lt;br /&gt;I present to you the Cat Conversation!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z3U0udLH974&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z3U0udLH974&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-1861568128678257377?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1861568128678257377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=1861568128678257377&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/1861568128678257377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/1861568128678257377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/10/madam-sasha-presents.html' title='Madam Sasha Presents ....'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-1920992417896570350</id><published>2007-10-16T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T01:34:24.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AidilFitri Fever</title><content type='html'>When it comes to hari raya, the word food always been the major talk of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day is always a family gathering day. I will not talk much but I will show you the pictures of the activities of my hari raya these two days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my uncle at my grandma's house and he told me about this specs he bought for only $49. Its very good bargain I must say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RxR3W8A8kuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/qzNM19dJue4/s1600-h/IMAGE_724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RxR3W8A8kuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/qzNM19dJue4/s320/IMAGE_724.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121849912178021090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look old and I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to take few pictures with my cousin..hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RxR2esA8ksI/AAAAAAAAAIk/SCNlMubplns/s1600-h/IMAGE_726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RxR2esA8ksI/AAAAAAAAAIk/SCNlMubplns/s320/IMAGE_726.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121848945810379458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RxR3F8A8ktI/AAAAAAAAAIs/KtAzRlKLWZI/s1600-h/IMAGE_727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RxR3F8A8ktI/AAAAAAAAAIs/KtAzRlKLWZI/s320/IMAGE_727.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121849620120244946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only choose the best picture ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my first cousin house and saw his son, Iman, fall asleep. Cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RxRv_sA8kiI/AAAAAAAAAHU/60lIu8TFplM/s1600-h/IMAGE_728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RxRv_sA8kiI/AAAAAAAAAHU/60lIu8TFplM/s320/IMAGE_728.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121841816164667938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I able to take a picture with him while he's asleep and told his mother that I am going to post this on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RxRwjsA8kjI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6CsebS6TAtg/s1600-h/IMAGE_729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RxRwjsA8kjI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6CsebS6TAtg/s320/IMAGE_729.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121842434639958578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my parents' house before we off the beraya at my families and relatives house.&lt;br /&gt;While waiting my nephew gave me this comic book and it's called Lanun.&lt;br /&gt;Hey! it's been a long time I haven't seen this magazine. And, the comic was in 1998.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RxRyW8A8kkI/AAAAAAAAAHk/NPqV5Yc4EyQ/s1600-h/IMAGE_731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RxRyW8A8kkI/AAAAAAAAAHk/NPqV5Yc4EyQ/s320/IMAGE_731.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121844414619882050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting as well, I took pictures of my parents interior. So I show them here so that you can feel as if you guys are berayaing at my parents' house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RxRy58A8klI/AAAAAAAAAHs/WNNz4DwvGKE/s1600-h/IMAGE_754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RxRy58A8klI/AAAAAAAAAHs/WNNz4DwvGKE/s320/IMAGE_754.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121845015915303506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the dining room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RxRzScA8kmI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ELCkmLMnssc/s1600-h/IMAGE_756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RxRzScA8kmI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ELCkmLMnssc/s320/IMAGE_756.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121845436822098530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are the living room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RxRzysA8knI/AAAAAAAAAH8/JtGN-ux00Tg/s1600-h/IMAGE_757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RxRzysA8knI/AAAAAAAAAH8/JtGN-ux00Tg/s320/IMAGE_757.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121845990872879730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RxR0UMA8koI/AAAAAAAAAIE/zQ1RUlaFkk4/s1600-h/IMAGE_758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RxR0UMA8koI/AAAAAAAAAIE/zQ1RUlaFkk4/s320/IMAGE_758.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121846566398497410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture on the wall is me...hee hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RxR0yMA8kpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/BhfEe6P4G3A/s1600-h/IMAGE_760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RxR0yMA8kpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/BhfEe6P4G3A/s320/IMAGE_760.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121847081794572946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took pictures with my nephew.&lt;br /&gt;His younger brother said piggy bank to the pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RxR1j8A8kqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/yhBF2cS8hGA/s1600-h/IMAGE_743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RxR1j8A8kqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/yhBF2cS8hGA/s320/IMAGE_743.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121847936493064866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RxR1ysA8krI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4_3w4qkk_tE/s1600-h/IMAGE_772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RxR1ysA8krI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4_3w4qkk_tE/s320/IMAGE_772.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121848189896135346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up, there are so many pictures ad post to publish.&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to be continues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya&lt;br /&gt;Maaf Zahir dan Batin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-1920992417896570350?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1920992417896570350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=1920992417896570350&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/1920992417896570350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/1920992417896570350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/10/aidilfitri-fever.html' title='AidilFitri Fever'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RxR3W8A8kuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/qzNM19dJue4/s72-c/IMAGE_724.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-6878000258639572781</id><published>2007-10-08T16:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T16:45:04.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RwrAnq_vg3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/-CRkmJINkAc/s1600-h/raya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RwrAnq_vg3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/-CRkmJINkAc/s320/raya.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119115714249065330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Maaf Zahir dan Batin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-6878000258639572781?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6878000258639572781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=6878000258639572781&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/6878000258639572781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/6878000258639572781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/10/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RwrAnq_vg3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/-CRkmJINkAc/s72-c/raya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-7328166617256280359</id><published>2007-10-07T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T19:03:17.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sasha The Magician</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rwl9wK_vg2I/AAAAAAAAAGw/NIz3Qb_Z2mk/s1600-h/29167_Favole_Witch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rwl9wK_vg2I/AAAAAAAAAGw/NIz3Qb_Z2mk/s200/29167_Favole_Witch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118760718022181730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world has come to an end. The people are struggling to survive.&lt;br /&gt;The air is too polluted. Food supply diminishing day by day. People are getting hungry and thirst either for food or sex.&lt;br /&gt;There is no time for sex as people are in fear and grave danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this desperation, people killed and hurt each other. They even eat each other to survive.&lt;br /&gt;You hide yourself from this beast killing, man-eating people. It still no security in hiding. People inside your hide-out can turn to beasts. Once it happens, they are no survival left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutants, Martial Arts Superhuman Skills, Beasts and Unknown Scary Creatures exist and roaming all around the world. They can be the good guy or the bad guy.&lt;br /&gt;The bad guy kill and eat for pleasure and food. It is their only form of entertainment to torture people.&lt;br /&gt;The good guy save the innocents and make them as their bait for lusts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legend has it, there's this creature who love to help innocent people with a price of lusts and materials.&lt;br /&gt;She seeks revenge at times to those who hurt the innocents. She cares to good looking people, hunk men to be precise.&lt;br /&gt;She is considered to be the top 10 most powerful human in the world.&lt;br /&gt;And, &lt;br /&gt;She is .... Sasha The Magician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasha didn't want this power. She always said this is the curse from above.&lt;br /&gt;The curse that everybody wants but not to Sasha.&lt;br /&gt;Sasha's power  exceed from bursting out the flame from the palm of her hand to the sonar power from her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Her martial art skills are non-comparable to 10 skillful martial arts world championships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mansion in Kg. Sungai Terabah Tersungkur where there to be her favourite stay over, becomes a home shelter for innocent hunky men.&lt;br /&gt;She always help the innocents and sent them to her mansion either to be served as escorts or nude dancers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasha is now the White Queen of Sahara....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:&lt;br /&gt;Eh boy? Where's Mink! ah? How come no news from that cat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-7328166617256280359?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7328166617256280359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=7328166617256280359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/7328166617256280359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/7328166617256280359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/10/sasha-magician.html' title='Sasha The Magician'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rwl9wK_vg2I/AAAAAAAAAGw/NIz3Qb_Z2mk/s72-c/29167_Favole_Witch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-8270569083617911243</id><published>2007-10-03T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T05:20:03.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Sweaty Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RwRS-w-GdAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/AybDAEBkeEI/s1600-h/IMAGE_710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RwRS-w-GdAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/AybDAEBkeEI/s200/IMAGE_710.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117306314850464770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday is in less than a week..yayyyy!!&lt;br /&gt;And now I am in no mood to teach nor to work but then at home I look for the work I wanted to do. I ended up going to the gym, play badminton or doing the stepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, yesterday, I went sungkai at the gym as I spent two hours and a half there.&lt;br /&gt;Life can be so damn bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like today, I am so bored, it's hot, it's sweaty and even exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;I even asked my colleagues whether they sungkai out or not. I am looking for a company here man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that I can look forward is going home, have a nap then off to the gym play badminton, which I received a complaint from the management about the badminton court about us conquering and something to do with the payment. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I post this pointless blog because I need to talk to Muaz about this controversial restaurant I've read from his blog. This going to be interesting. Where is he anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day and Happy Holiday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-8270569083617911243?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8270569083617911243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=8270569083617911243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/8270569083617911243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/8270569083617911243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/10/hot-sweaty-monday.html' title='Hot Sweaty Thursday'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RwRS-w-GdAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/AybDAEBkeEI/s72-c/IMAGE_710.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-7928767168531328328</id><published>2007-10-02T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T20:46:07.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashionably Late and Tasteless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RwMQag-Gc_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/hcdxiyJd3YM/s1600-h/dgprefall07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RwMQag-Gc_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/hcdxiyJd3YM/s200/dgprefall07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116951649336062962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had the chance to chat with three of my colleagues. Juene, Sila and Mar.&lt;br /&gt;Juene was actually dropping by to visit Sila and Mar before she's off to university to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, Juene talked about her ex whom everyone kind of despise and angry at.&lt;br /&gt;They asked me if I ever met him somewhere for the past few weeks. So I admit yes at the Mall last Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I kind of forgot who he was. He said hi to me, to be polite I said hi back to him. For an hour I kept on asking myself who he is, until I arrived at my place then I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the point is, We were having this talk about relationship. How happy Juene is with her new partner. How she won't change any of her partner appearance. So I said, he's too simple and floppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There Mar interrupted our talk.&lt;br /&gt;"Believe me, you don't want to change anything. you'd rather keep they way it is." She said.&lt;br /&gt;For 5 years she had to hide who she really is in front of her ex in order to impress the partner and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the whole story turned into me as I am too choosy and materialist to them. So I asked why and how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It snapped for awhile how true what they said are.&lt;br /&gt;I prefer my partner to be fashionable. They agreed.&lt;br /&gt;I prefer my partner to be rich. They agreed.&lt;br /&gt;I prefer my partner to be good looking. They agreed.&lt;br /&gt;I prefer my partner to be understand me. They totally agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were few statements they said about me which are true in a way.&lt;br /&gt;I told them, I keep this Locman watch from my ex. It's nice so I am still wearing it.&lt;br /&gt;I have a few of his shirts that he can't wear. I decided to alter them  first to fit my size and taste.&lt;br /&gt;I keep a few of his books in me, still inside my room.&lt;br /&gt;Then I kept on hinting him before about this Nike bag that I ended up buying myself after the big quarrel. I need therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All they can say was, They are not surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! all the stuff were after we broke-up what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They advised me not to change a single thing about our partner. You'll end up hurt in the end as it boosts their confidence and to better looking. What??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is now and I keep it to my mind for my future reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you diary...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-7928767168531328328?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7928767168531328328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=7928767168531328328&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/7928767168531328328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/7928767168531328328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/10/fashionably-late-and-tasteless.html' title='Fashionably Late and Tasteless'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RwMQag-Gc_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/hcdxiyJd3YM/s72-c/dgprefall07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-7147501855143607388</id><published>2007-10-01T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T16:29:44.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Side</title><content type='html'>I went out with my ex last night, after waiting for quite a long time from the piano practise. The night didn’t turn out what to be expected actually. We talked about trust as I said to him that I don’t trust him.&lt;br /&gt;As asked what that I don’t  trust in him. I preferred to keep it to myself as I don’t want of what I wanted to know turn to be disappointment and anger. I turn nasty and evil when I am furious.&lt;br /&gt;But it is decided, since I am kind of disappointed and a little angry, I have to post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I going to trust him when he’s flirting to my own bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Call me jealous what-so-ever, but what can I do. That’s my thing.&lt;br /&gt;“I miss you” “you’ve been quiet lately” “Muah”. Let me rephrase, it started with the word I. It gives out different meaning I tell you that.&lt;br /&gt;OK! I didn’t get all these these days. What am I? No one?&lt;br /&gt;I need motivation too. I am a someone too damn it!&lt;br /&gt;Remember, before mushy-mushy words coming and receiving. The word “Bunny” even disappeared now. &lt;br /&gt;The only sentence sent “what’re you doing?”&lt;br /&gt;.... cooking? &lt;br /&gt;And only once-a-day text and maybe in the future no text message at all in a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can you see us happy together?” that’s what I heard lately from him.&lt;br /&gt;I am no psychic that can see the future anytime about us. If I do I tell.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have a time machine in my bedroom and go to 2011 and looked hey! There’s us happy living together sleeping in a different room.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have this magic mirror hang in my living room where I can ask, “Magic Mirror, can you see me happy with me ex?” The mirror would reply, “Which one?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Keep the gates open”&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to ignore these. I was in love three times in my life now. I don’t give up in love…in fact I look for it, in fact I thirst for it.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I’ve been keeping my gates open for all these times, hoping things turn out to be well.&lt;br /&gt;But all I can see is this gate has been closed since, tie-up with this titanium chains from top to bottom and locked with thousands of padlock where nobody knows where the keys are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can see negatives in me, there’s no single positives be seen and appreciate by at least in this relationship.&lt;br /&gt;I know its not easy to forget someone you love before…been there don’t that….but hey life goes on! Life is good!&lt;br /&gt;All I can say, he didn’t even try to! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was hoping too much from this.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe after times spend together, I hope things could get back to where it was.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am the only side who “perasan” all this time.&lt;br /&gt;What can I say, I am a human too, have anger and soft side but for now the dark side rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry. This is not the good night. sleep well”&lt;br /&gt;Yes, even apoligizing doesn’t sound sincere. I know, if there no I before it, it doesn’t mean anything sincere from him. He told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap! &lt;br /&gt;I am losing him….again….*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-7147501855143607388?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7147501855143607388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=7147501855143607388&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/7147501855143607388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/7147501855143607388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/10/dark-side.html' title='The Dark Side'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-7211447774056458230</id><published>2007-09-30T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T05:24:42.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession on the Pity Classroom Floor</title><content type='html'>MOST Bruneian students are now too lazy too study. Why is this to happen? Who to blame?&lt;br /&gt;This is based on my experience today while teaching the PSR students at a tuition school. Their exam is in this Wednesday, which is less than a week in fact 3 more days to be precise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave these students the questions on making the sentences from the given phrases. Its only ten questions and the phrases are so damn easy.&lt;br /&gt; 1. line up&lt;br /&gt; 2. a film show&lt;br /&gt; 3. was taken away&lt;br /&gt; 4. to take charge of&lt;br /&gt; 5. within minutes&lt;br /&gt; 6. towards the sky&lt;br /&gt; 7. in the evening&lt;br /&gt; 8. for the occasion&lt;br /&gt; 9. all over the world&lt;br /&gt; 10. a glass cupboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My original primary 4 pupils had done this and they did it with flying colours. And believe me, I got this from First Step To Writing English Composition Year 4. IT’S YEAR 4 for god sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, MOST pupils nowadays are too lazy to think. They only expect for the teachers to give them the answers. What? Are the teachers who the one going to sit for the exam?&lt;br /&gt;For half an hour I gave clues and mostly strategies to answers and all they can only do is look at my beautiful face (I know, I had to do it!) and smile in blur! Hey! I talked in Malay already that.&lt;br /&gt;I asked, “Come on, just give me three to four words in a sentence. Say walk? Anyone?”&lt;br /&gt;They only smiled and bow their head. AArrggghhh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Its easy, it’s only walk…I walk to school everyday! Nah!&lt;br /&gt;My 2 year-old nephew can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, I have two nephews, six and two. I don’t mean to be snob but they know how to use thinking skills well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, when I had my ankle injury and I went sungkai at my parents’ house. So I had to walk with this walking stick.&lt;br /&gt;My two nephews looked at me and the eldest asked what happened and laughed seeing how I walked.&lt;br /&gt;My youngest nephew looked at me and I knew he wanted to play my walking stick. &lt;br /&gt;So what he did was, he get his toy car and carried it to me and say, “Uncle, change?”&lt;br /&gt;See, he knows how to think, in order to get my stick he wants to exchange with his toy car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t blame anyone but isn’t it about time; we think that we are way too lenient in terms of everything. And what I fear most is that, they are our next generation and I got scared how are they going to run our country.&lt;br /&gt;By writing this, in my mind is asking how are they going to sit in the UN General Assembly with nothing what-so-ever knowledge possessed. And when they are about to be asked, I know, they can only smile and bow their head in shyness. What this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop thinking about getting married early. By quitting school and get married as a solution has no future in there. How are you going to feed your children with no job in hand or lower income earned?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-7211447774056458230?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7211447774056458230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=7211447774056458230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/7211447774056458230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/7211447774056458230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/09/confession-on-pity-classroom-floor.html' title='Confession on the Pity Classroom Floor'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-5811090195018890709</id><published>2007-09-27T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T07:28:29.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!!!</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone..Thanks to Surreal Beauty...tagged me..thank you...so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things in my bag….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallet&gt; Handphone&gt; my inhaler&gt; laptop&gt; perfume (kekeke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things that are in my wallet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash&gt;cards&gt;ATM slip&gt;receipts&gt;this coin I bought in Singapore saying murah rezeki keke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 favorite things in my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bed&gt; dirty laundy&gt; tv&gt; perfumes&gt; sejadah nah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things i wish to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;travel all around the world&gt; own n eat krispy kreme in Brunei&gt; go to the toilet and wee wee &gt; buy that nike bag (nice)&gt; going to Kuala Lumpur yaayyy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things that i am doing now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing this tag&gt; thinking what to do for tomorrow&gt; chatting with Aed n Redz about the airport in Bangkok&gt; Looking at my handphone&gt; thinking whether to eat waffle or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people i would like to tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amir&gt; Redz&gt; Ira&gt; Jiman&gt; Aedy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-5811090195018890709?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5811090195018890709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=5811090195018890709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/5811090195018890709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/5811090195018890709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/09/tagged.html' title='Tagged!!!'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-2579746886412923216</id><published>2007-09-26T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T06:18:22.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession on the Jamban Floor no.96</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rvpa2PjP9mI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Q6S463VuCEI/s1600-h/IMAGE_686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rvpa2PjP9mI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Q6S463VuCEI/s200/IMAGE_686.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114500214766433890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As ordered and advice by the charmed ones...Now the room is simple and to its minimal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RvpaafjP9lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HJMZKI4DgG0/s1600-h/IMAGE_689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RvpaafjP9lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HJMZKI4DgG0/s200/IMAGE_689.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114499738025064018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Cleaning the toilet&lt;br /&gt;2) Laundry and folding clean laundry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, since one week medical leave might as well do something at home...what are you doing tomorrow? work? hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I don't share toilettries so Do not use mine...what this!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-2579746886412923216?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2579746886412923216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=2579746886412923216&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/2579746886412923216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/2579746886412923216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/09/confession-on-jamban-floor-no96.html' title='Confession on the Jamban Floor no.96'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rvpa2PjP9mI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Q6S463VuCEI/s72-c/IMAGE_686.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-5642508432525923351</id><published>2007-09-22T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T06:04:52.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Barriss Offee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RvZkF_jP9jI/AAAAAAAAAFY/i0xbTM1j4h4/s1600-h/388px-Barrisprofile2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RvZkF_jP9jI/AAAAAAAAAFY/i0xbTM1j4h4/s200/388px-Barrisprofile2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113384481047180850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crystal is the heart of the blade. &lt;br /&gt;The heart is the crystal of the Jedi. &lt;br /&gt;The jedi is the crystal of the Force. &lt;br /&gt;The Force is the blade of the heart. &lt;br /&gt;All are intertwined. &lt;br /&gt;The crystal, the blade, the Jedi. You are one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-5642508432525923351?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5642508432525923351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=5642508432525923351&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/5642508432525923351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/5642508432525923351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-borriss-offee.html' title='I am Barriss Offee'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RvZkF_jP9jI/AAAAAAAAAFY/i0xbTM1j4h4/s72-c/388px-Barrisprofile2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-6471312557980019687</id><published>2007-09-21T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T20:15:23.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession on Rimba's Locked-up Room</title><content type='html'>Finally Mink! came out from the prison...&lt;br /&gt;His face looked frustrated and revenge...&lt;br /&gt;He didn't want anyone to touch neither to hug him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made him cause to do this?&lt;br /&gt;What made him so anger for weeks in silence locked up room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaahhh....&lt;br /&gt;Is this because of this....look below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RvSII_jP9fI/AAAAAAAAAE8/97x8-VdnO5E/s1600-h/IMAGE_630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RvSII_jP9fI/AAAAAAAAAE8/97x8-VdnO5E/s200/IMAGE_630.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112861165051966962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a new cat in the house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlement...&lt;br /&gt;Introducing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mochi Roger Sanders  kekeke.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-6471312557980019687?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6471312557980019687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=6471312557980019687&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/6471312557980019687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/6471312557980019687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/09/confession-on-rimbas-locked-up-room.html' title='Confession on Rimba&apos;s Locked-up Room'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RvSII_jP9fI/AAAAAAAAAE8/97x8-VdnO5E/s72-c/IMAGE_630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-4562515812619351242</id><published>2007-09-19T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T19:17:28.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Quit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RvHYLn4-UqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/haolwmecDT4/s1600-h/61T6ZAWCHBL._AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RvHYLn4-UqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/haolwmecDT4/s200/61T6ZAWCHBL._AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112104746240332450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things go wrong&lt;br /&gt;as they sometimes will,&lt;br /&gt;when the road you're trudging&lt;br /&gt;seems all uphill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the funds are low&lt;br /&gt;and the debts are high,&lt;br /&gt;and you want to smile &lt;br /&gt;but you have to sigh,&lt;br /&gt;when care is pressing you down a bit-&lt;br /&gt;rest if you must but don't you quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success is failure turned inside out -&lt;br /&gt;the silver tint of the clouds of doubt,&lt;br /&gt;and you never can tell&lt;br /&gt;how close you are&lt;br /&gt;It may be near when it seems afar,&lt;br /&gt;so stick to the fight&lt;br /&gt;when you're hardest hit ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when things seem worst&lt;br /&gt;that you must not quit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-4562515812619351242?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4562515812619351242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=4562515812619351242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/4562515812619351242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/4562515812619351242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/09/dont-quit.html' title='Don&apos;t Quit'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RvHYLn4-UqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/haolwmecDT4/s72-c/61T6ZAWCHBL._AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-3181588437320881106</id><published>2007-09-18T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T20:45:53.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wings of Angel Over My House</title><content type='html'>As I arrived home from long day of work. From morning until 5.30 in the afternoon, the work too exhausting and mentally challenging.&lt;br /&gt;There I saw an angel waiting for me at home with purple wings, smiling and wishing me "Life is good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if I wanted to kick the angel as he kept on moaning and crying to get hug and caress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Angel looked good with his wing, purple wing to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;Now I present to you the angel, Raccoon Alexander MontoMAry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RvCbPH4-UpI/AAAAAAAAAEs/FGOcCNEiKZk/s1600-h/IMAGE_670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RvCbPH4-UpI/AAAAAAAAAEs/FGOcCNEiKZk/s200/IMAGE_670.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111756261183869586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you the best quote I have ever read from my best friend of KB..touching and romantic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love. All my life I have read about it, dreamt of it, waited for it, cried for it, needed it. Now with you, I have found it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-3181588437320881106?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3181588437320881106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=3181588437320881106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/3181588437320881106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/3181588437320881106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/09/wings-of-angel-over-my-house.html' title='Wings of Angel Over My House'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RvCbPH4-UpI/AAAAAAAAAEs/FGOcCNEiKZk/s72-c/IMAGE_670.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-341452797300195853</id><published>2007-09-17T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T18:53:35.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession on The Taurean Floor</title><content type='html'>I say no more...these pictures are so nice and I need to post them here...I share share with everyone want...Besides the new Taurean 3 at The Arch is so nice and beautiful, cozy and sexay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there me, Kri and Jims having fun laughing and talking, listening to Kori and Redz conversation on the opposite side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Ru8my_DdKVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/_cz6gHZ_imc/s1600-h/IMAGE_669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Ru8my_DdKVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/_cz6gHZ_imc/s200/IMAGE_669.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111346759450044754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual the bimbo was me..yayyy!! &lt;br /&gt;So,Today, Tuesday,  the topic of the conversation as requested by Mr. Kayoy will be me!! &lt;br /&gt;I am so ready for this and I have prepared everything to be the talk of the night like being the most beautiful creature of all to the most sexy...hee hee hee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There Redz and Kori with the nice background...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Ru8o0_DdKWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7u4bCJqYuRk/s1600-h/IMAGE_667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Ru8o0_DdKWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7u4bCJqYuRk/s200/IMAGE_667.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111348992833038690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oprah once said to Madame Sasha "When I love a stuff, I'd love to share it with everyone..." Ding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Mink! still locked up in the room...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-341452797300195853?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/341452797300195853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=341452797300195853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/341452797300195853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/341452797300195853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/09/confession-on-taurean-floor.html' title='Confession on The Taurean Floor'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Ru8my_DdKVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/_cz6gHZ_imc/s72-c/IMAGE_669.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-9136843529626686882</id><published>2007-09-16T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T17:15:46.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession on Mink!'s Tail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Ru3G9fDdKUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-1qNRhbtNOo/s1600-h/IMAGE_467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Ru3G9fDdKUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-1qNRhbtNOo/s200/IMAGE_467.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110959911745694018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog been approved by the owner of it, Mink!, for Mr. Kayoy to fully use this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are few reasons why Mink! are not able to post and produce the blog in the near future due to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Mink! has been locked up in the room for good by his owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The reason behind the locked up is due to his wee wee on the stairs of Mr. Kayoy house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Ever since the locked up, Mink! has no idea on what to post for the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Mr. Kayoy has been begging and begging to publish the post over this blog as it annoys Mink! and no choice to say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Mink! has decided to retire for awhile due to his punishment of wee wee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Mink! is trying to be nice for the month of Ramadhan to get the pahala by lending his blog to Mr. Kayoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the mean time, viewers are advised to be courageous and brave on reading Mr. Kayoy blog for the next few months. kekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long Live Mink!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-9136843529626686882?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/9136843529626686882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=9136843529626686882&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/9136843529626686882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/9136843529626686882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/09/confession-on-minks-tail.html' title='Confession on Mink!&apos;s Tail'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Ru3G9fDdKUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-1qNRhbtNOo/s72-c/IMAGE_467.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-8857722372511990384</id><published>2007-09-14T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T06:17:57.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession of Madamme Sasha no.093</title><content type='html'>(This has been approved by the owner of the blog “Mink!” for Madame Sasha to post this compelling story.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel when someone you love said “I love you” then he took it back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty promises, hope assurances and everything there is to be in love.&lt;br /&gt;When you feel there is hope and find it the perfect of everything, you sure do feel secured and say at last the dry season is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I really miss you a lot. You’re all that’s good in my life. I just had my fortune read. It was ridiculous a complete waste of twenty bucks. Goodnight my sweetie. I love you so much.”&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel when someone said that to you?  We are so so in love now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Monday to be specific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you love me when you really said it?” Madame Sasha asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moment of silence…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know…maybe I don’t.” He replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She snapped! Madame Sasha has been conned? Good job!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For two days in miserable life. What has she done wrong?  Does she deserve to be treated this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was secured. She was given hope. She was given the sweetest days where all girls are envy of. BULL SHIT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Madame Sasha can say is they have won.&lt;br /&gt;Is this what they wanted Madame Sasha to be, so be it. She’s strong and she’s like Queen Elizabeth The First, young, single and rule England all by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madame Sasha is now in silence, in grief and in tears.&lt;br /&gt;She is now decided to let go and retired from the entertainment world.&lt;br /&gt;She is now a full time nanny and wrote the Nanny Diary, which will be in store October 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mink!&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to say…I am speechless…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Kayoy:&lt;br /&gt;One word…Grudge…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-8857722372511990384?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8857722372511990384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=8857722372511990384&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/8857722372511990384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/8857722372511990384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/09/confession-of-madamme-sasha-no093.html' title='Confession of Madamme Sasha no.093'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-1548307582307031480</id><published>2007-09-12T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T06:07:23.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carik Glamerrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rufh5fDdKSI/AAAAAAAAAEE/stDEERqEKqU/s1600-h/Photo-1355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rufh5fDdKSI/AAAAAAAAAEE/stDEERqEKqU/s200/Photo-1355.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109300679979903266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are, the three musketeers carik glamer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As what Toni said, The Single Out Night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Fasting everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;Fulfill the month with love and devotion to the Al-Mighty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RufkcvDdKTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8JzKWLmIfRU/s1600-h/ramazan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RufkcvDdKTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8JzKWLmIfRU/s200/ramazan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109303484593547570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-1548307582307031480?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1548307582307031480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=1548307582307031480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/1548307582307031480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/1548307582307031480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/09/carik-glamerrr.html' title='Carik Glamerrr'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rufh5fDdKSI/AAAAAAAAAEE/stDEERqEKqU/s72-c/Photo-1355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-8191764991579807115</id><published>2007-09-10T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T21:20:45.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Hour Bersama Madame Sasha</title><content type='html'>Host: Madame Sasha of Brown Pasmina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panel: Mink! (since this is his blog)&lt;br /&gt;          Mak Sarah&lt;br /&gt;          Mak Minah&lt;br /&gt;          Kak Leha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madame Sasha: &lt;br /&gt;Here we are again...crying and laughing when we share all these to the viewers what we had experience. I myself love to share those experiences to cry and to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;One Hour Bersama Madame Sasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I have invited four lovely guests to my show. They are all my loveable companions and friends. One of them is a cat owner of a very famous blog where everything as mentioned encoded messages inside.&lt;br /&gt;One is a blog invader as complaint by my companion but sexy and anggun.&lt;br /&gt;My two other guests are models and actress of worldwide known movies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen...Mink!, Mak Sarah, Mak Minah and Kak Leha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APPLAUSE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madame Sasha:&lt;br /&gt;So, how does it feel to be on my show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak Sarah:&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel a thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak Minah:&lt;br /&gt;Neither do I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madame Sasha:&lt;br /&gt;Really? You sluts...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, habaq kat che apa ceta dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak Leha:&lt;br /&gt;Kepoh also this member....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mink!&lt;br /&gt;Stop invading my blog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak Sarah:&lt;br /&gt;Minjam bah eh! Majal jua kucingnya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madame Sasha:&lt;br /&gt;When you talk about blog...what's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak Sarah:&lt;br /&gt;What this? Don't know about blog...Lungkang kali...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak Minah:&lt;br /&gt;Kita orang lawa mesti tau pasal blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mink!&lt;br /&gt;Sudah tah eh...nyusah jua...baik tidur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-8191764991579807115?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8191764991579807115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=8191764991579807115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/8191764991579807115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/8191764991579807115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-hour-bersama-madame-sasha.html' title='One Hour Bersama Madame Sasha'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-7937351934405315777</id><published>2007-09-03T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T18:21:43.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill Tits Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>The comittee members meeting of Lord Marshall School of the Gifted and The Most tense and full of disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;The Leader of the Teeth Evil surrounded with the Two Leaders from Academia and their Serpents and Guards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started on Thursday when The Two Leaders and the other two guards went to the Other World to negotiate and propose the never ending exhibits of Spells and Curses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came afternoon, The Leader of the Teeth Evil fumed and rampaged the other world as she was disappointed and anger of the exhibits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is how you work?!!!" she said, "This is not my idea and this is all Academia fault! It has nothing to do with me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She humiliated the subjects of Lord Marshall in front of publics not to be known from the Other World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post Mortem came on Monday on the diappointment of the exhibits. The Two Leaders and with the vice-captains of the Two Leaders voiced out their disappointment and blamed to the Leader of the Teeth Evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Serpents and The Guards kept silence and witnessed the never ending argument. Shaky, tears and scream all came at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are these going to an end? How are we going to solve these? Who's to blame? And Who's to believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone blame each other as it was confirmed that The Teeth Evil to blame.&lt;br /&gt;Intense and fearful made the environment more terrifying as both perfect creatures showed their bold and strong powers.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the winner? Nobody knew, not even the Serpents and Guards gave any comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Teeth Evil kept on mumbling defending her fault, though she knew it was truly hers.&lt;br /&gt;The Two Leaders silent as there's no other way in attacking and pointing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended with no result of both ways on solving them.&lt;br /&gt;And hope it won't continue to the next day with sour faces and hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be the way it used to be...as we promised to be happy and environmental friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mink!:&lt;br /&gt;This boy again!!! Damn you!!! Get your own blog la!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-7937351934405315777?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7937351934405315777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=7937351934405315777&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/7937351934405315777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/7937351934405315777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/09/kill-tits-chapter-1.html' title='Kill Tits Chapter 1'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-1173078156406272993</id><published>2007-08-31T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T22:40:12.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Fish Drink Water?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RtgcVkXfH2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/Xwh4g1tSg-U/s1600-h/IMAGE_625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RtgcVkXfH2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/Xwh4g1tSg-U/s200/IMAGE_625.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104861334489472866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the book given by Aziman for my birthday...&lt;br /&gt;It is so educational and informative...I love it so much I took a picture of it and post it here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are questions that we never think of....like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) How many colours do M&amp;M have?&lt;br /&gt;2) What is the difference between cafe latter and capuccino?&lt;br /&gt;3) Where did Pizza originate from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't tell you the answer...buy la the book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh...to whom it may concern, Your bunny need you this buy this book...He tells you later keke...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-1173078156406272993?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1173078156406272993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=1173078156406272993&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/1173078156406272993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/1173078156406272993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/08/do-fish-drink-water.html' title='Do Fish Drink Water?'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RtgcVkXfH2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/Xwh4g1tSg-U/s72-c/IMAGE_625.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-4473708944397370768</id><published>2007-08-29T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T20:57:28.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RtZAEkXfH1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/rKqq4a7zXpo/s1600-h/IMAGE_617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RtZAEkXfH1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/rKqq4a7zXpo/s200/IMAGE_617.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104337674896875346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to my beloved students Aysraf and Fakhri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah bless you two&lt;br /&gt;Sorry couldn't attend the birthday party, got important things to do at the other school...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the cake, its lovely and "webby" as what you guys said...(I know it's a spiderman cake!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your day and Happy 10th birthday again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Shahrol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-4473708944397370768?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4473708944397370768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=4473708944397370768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/4473708944397370768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/4473708944397370768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RtZAEkXfH1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/rKqq4a7zXpo/s72-c/IMAGE_617.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-2760156702861329909</id><published>2007-08-29T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T07:51:52.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch Farewell no.733</title><content type='html'>Kayoy: Miming...Can I use your blog what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mink!: This boy...always use other blog punya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayoy: You can lick me after this if you want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mink!: Haih... Ok (smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it was lunch farewell at 2 o'clock in the afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;And here are the pictures of that lunch event...Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RtV-z0XfHuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8SgI4NxFkf4/s1600-h/IMAGE_605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RtV-z0XfHuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8SgI4NxFkf4/s200/IMAGE_605.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104125181389905634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me as usual..good looking kekeke....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RtV_QEXfHvI/AAAAAAAAADE/xLgNV5Kb3hQ/s1600-h/IMAGE_596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RtV_QEXfHvI/AAAAAAAAADE/xLgNV5Kb3hQ/s200/IMAGE_596.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104125666721210098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with my colleagues...the loud creatures kekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RtV_lkXfHwI/AAAAAAAAADM/bqALWXKE218/s1600-h/IMAGE_602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RtV_lkXfHwI/AAAAAAAAADM/bqALWXKE218/s200/IMAGE_602.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104126036088397570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say this but I love this picture...Damn it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RtWAIEXfHxI/AAAAAAAAADU/2qkDSzJiOJM/s1600-h/IMAGE_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RtWAIEXfHxI/AAAAAAAAADU/2qkDSzJiOJM/s200/IMAGE_600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104126628793884434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another of me with my other colleagues..Blurry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RtWAtUXfHyI/AAAAAAAAADc/86Vp6sv7CM4/s1600-h/IMAGE_613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RtWAtUXfHyI/AAAAAAAAADc/86Vp6sv7CM4/s200/IMAGE_613.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104127268744011554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RtWHLEXfHzI/AAAAAAAAADk/zGE0nEE7P44/s1600-h/IMAGE_613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RtWHLEXfHzI/AAAAAAAAADk/zGE0nEE7P44/s200/IMAGE_613.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104134376914886450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put this picture because I love the handbag next to it...colourful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RtWHp0XfH0I/AAAAAAAAADs/HBPm2It9KTA/s1600-h/IMAGE_614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RtWHp0XfH0I/AAAAAAAAADs/HBPm2It9KTA/s200/IMAGE_614.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104134905195863874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My my...eat until we feel bloated eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more picture to be uploaded soon...have to wait for the five finger teacher to approve...otherwise complaint that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-2760156702861329909?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2760156702861329909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=2760156702861329909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/2760156702861329909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/2760156702861329909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/08/lunch-farewell-no733.html' title='Lunch Farewell no.733'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RtV-z0XfHuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8SgI4NxFkf4/s72-c/IMAGE_605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-7047399652988062492</id><published>2007-08-26T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T22:34:06.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is he?</title><content type='html'>He called every night...no matter what time it is..&lt;br /&gt;The calls were depressing even annoying...&lt;br /&gt;Even at 4 o'clock in the morning, it awaken the whole people at one house..to be exaggerated was in the mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came to discussion with Mak Minah, what if the bunny owner is actually playing around...and...&lt;br /&gt;Why does it have to be Mak Sarah...&lt;br /&gt;Mak Sarah and Mak Minah agreed to investigate and do not feel into deep as days passed by, Mak Sarah has fallen in deep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak Minah has her own problem so it is possible not to disturb her at the moments...&lt;br /&gt;Too drastic came to open discussion about...&lt;br /&gt;Can Mak Minah handle the situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime I leave you with the all time favourite donuts of Mr. Kayoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krispy Kreme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RtJiJ0XfHtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s_lI0dKjWWI/s1600-h/donut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RtJiJ0XfHtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s_lI0dKjWWI/s200/donut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103249248579690194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-7047399652988062492?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7047399652988062492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=7047399652988062492&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/7047399652988062492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/7047399652988062492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/08/who-is-he.html' title='Who is he?'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RtJiJ0XfHtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s_lI0dKjWWI/s72-c/donut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-1206653549922609821</id><published>2007-08-24T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T01:58:46.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunny and Elmer</title><content type='html'>I (Mink!) present to you Bugs Bunny and Elmer Fudd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rs6c2EXfHqI/AAAAAAAAACc/Xr7lMTeao78/s1600-h/Awildhare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rs6c2EXfHqI/AAAAAAAAACc/Xr7lMTeao78/s320/Awildhare.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102187880556469922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see the real bunny and Elmer, you have to ask the picture, it has been agreed with Mr. Fudd that the picture should be published publicly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: This boy ah always also want to write at my blog! K get your own blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rs6dl0XfHrI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hkol1uwXc6g/s1600-h/IMAGE_469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rs6dl0XfHrI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hkol1uwXc6g/s200/IMAGE_469.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102188700895223474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-1206653549922609821?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1206653549922609821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=1206653549922609821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/1206653549922609821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/1206653549922609821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/08/bunny-and-elmer.html' title='Bunny and Elmer'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rs6c2EXfHqI/AAAAAAAAACc/Xr7lMTeao78/s72-c/Awildhare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-8951321281955288799</id><published>2007-08-24T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T00:13:24.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Zone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rs6CpkXfHpI/AAAAAAAAACU/yzS2KV1aw0w/s1600-h/DSC00071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rs6CpkXfHpI/AAAAAAAAACU/yzS2KV1aw0w/s320/DSC00071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102159078505782930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met my two drinking buddies and the coffee zone when I heard that Jazzy is breaking up with his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I said WHAT? &lt;br /&gt;His girlfriend is my very closest friend too, only she's been busy with her new job so we hardly meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw Ady Cat from Meow City kekeke...so we took that picture for fun...&lt;br /&gt;We ended up chatting and looking at hot looking creatures...&lt;br /&gt;The good looking couple in front of us...the girl wearing very sexy red shoes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazzy was still busy with his laptop and cousins from Seria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off to buy nasi katok at 11:30 at night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When off and saw My Aedy still wake up and chatted with us...&lt;br /&gt;He told us he's on stand-by on Thursday and confident he won't get any call..and he's right..good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oppss I forgot this is suppossed to be The Cat talking Mink!&lt;br /&gt;Where is he anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Busy with Chantelle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see him soon...adios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-8951321281955288799?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8951321281955288799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=8951321281955288799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/8951321281955288799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/8951321281955288799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/08/coffee-zone.html' title='Coffee Zone'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rs6CpkXfHpI/AAAAAAAAACU/yzS2KV1aw0w/s72-c/DSC00071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-4064202359018537704</id><published>2007-08-19T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T20:53:33.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August Extragavanza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RskQB0XfHoI/AAAAAAAAACM/A--ioBsQae8/s1600-h/P1010615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RskQB0XfHoI/AAAAAAAAACM/A--ioBsQae8/s320/P1010615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100625676396863106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The full team of the Charmed Ones gathered at the Elders Lair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to my beloved friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Kori,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Redz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Ryan....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-4064202359018537704?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4064202359018537704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=4064202359018537704&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/4064202359018537704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/4064202359018537704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/08/full-team-of-charmed-ones-gathered-at.html' title='August Extragavanza'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RskQB0XfHoI/AAAAAAAAACM/A--ioBsQae8/s72-c/P1010615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-716979054988842871</id><published>2007-08-17T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T21:36:50.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Missed Call(s)</title><content type='html'>Mr.Bunny received one missed call at night while having a birthday celebration for his charmed friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked his friends whose number it was but nobody knew the number. So he just ignored it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When home and texting the Bunny Owner about something, then received another missed call from the same number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bunny texted the number, "Hello, sapa ni?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number replied and said, "ko cjkh? Aq ni c rick ama ko chat td... O aq salah no. x..Soe a f aq kaco, mana ko msane, rumah dhkah, tnx."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blurred on what in the world he's texting about...No choice have to reply..&lt;br /&gt;"Rick? Yang mana satu? Salah orang kali..I don't do chatting dear" eseh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he replied, "O, tp ko bukan c cj or des yang poliskah..Mm kna jualtia number mu ani, soe a."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replied back, "Nope not me...its ok...biasa tu number kana jual..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer the following questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Who  are Cj and Des from Poliskah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) How in the world does Rick know this number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) ko cjkh? Aq ni c rick ama ko chat td... O aq salah no. x..Soe a f aq kaco, mana ko msane, rumah dhkah, tnx." The sentence is too confusing and "cheap", can any of you translate the sentence into a more understanding and reasonable sentence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) If you knew someone selling your number to unknown person, no matter how good looking they are, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do let me kill this person who sell my number...please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buduh banar orang atu!!&lt;br /&gt;Adakah aku c cj or des from polis...Mesti NAHU tu!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-716979054988842871?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/716979054988842871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=716979054988842871&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/716979054988842871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/716979054988842871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/08/two-missed-call.html' title='Two Missed Call(s)'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-9077915925024115437</id><published>2007-08-15T19:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T20:00:42.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butra Heidelbergcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RsO8jkXfHmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zs73qP4dPZI/s1600-h/PICT0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RsO8jkXfHmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zs73qP4dPZI/s320/PICT0131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099126522357161570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a visit to the cement factory with 7 of my students involved in Science BASE competition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up my leave from school was marked ZERO...believe this as the letter approved ang signed by higher authority and still I was marked absent for the staff development...WHAT THIS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The End-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I like this picture, look good on helmet...ahakkzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-9077915925024115437?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/9077915925024115437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=9077915925024115437&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/9077915925024115437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/9077915925024115437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/08/butra-heidelbergcement.html' title='Butra Heidelbergcement'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RsO8jkXfHmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zs73qP4dPZI/s72-c/PICT0131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-5331904240006874686</id><published>2007-08-14T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T18:51:15.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preâ Chréachéanachâkr Kâmpûchea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RsJbHf8Kb9I/AAAAAAAAABs/f3AXiOXvxGA/s1600-h/Coa_cambodia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RsJbHf8Kb9I/AAAAAAAAABs/f3AXiOXvxGA/s200/Coa_cambodia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098737912527876050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The faces of Cambodia, school project for the ASEAN 40...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RsJbbP8Kb-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/FuSda-Xl5vM/s1600-h/Bayonfacesl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RsJbbP8Kb-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/FuSda-Xl5vM/s200/Bayonfacesl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098738251830292450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one, it has nothing to do with Cambodia...received it from my colleague and it makes me wonder if its true or not..hhmmm I ponder until I can no longer wonder as the mind too exhausted to create a skill to impress oneself and others...dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Many of us are not aware that the petrol kiosk pump has a return pipe-line (in black ). When the petrol tank (in the car) reaches full level, there is a mechanism to trigger off the pump latch and at the same time a return-valve is opened (at the top of the pump station) to allow excess petrol to flow back into the sump. But the return petrol has already pass through the meter, meaning you are donating the petrol back to SHELL/ PETRONAS/ CALTEX/MOBIL.........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RsJavf8Kb8I/AAAAAAAAABk/J3DI_wcqrXQ/s1600-h/SafeRedirect.aspx.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RsJavf8Kb8I/AAAAAAAAABk/J3DI_wcqrXQ/s200/SafeRedirect.aspx.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098737500211015618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-5331904240006874686?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5331904240006874686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=5331904240006874686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/5331904240006874686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/5331904240006874686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/08/pre-chrachanachkr-kmpchea.html' title='Preâ Chréachéanachâkr Kâmpûchea'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RsJbHf8Kb9I/AAAAAAAAABs/f3AXiOXvxGA/s72-c/Coa_cambodia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-1063844316999410420</id><published>2007-08-12T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T04:40:59.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession on the Jamban Floor no.48</title><content type='html'>This is Project Runway!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/upVwAqCM7fg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/upVwAqCM7fg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gvlqm-wom-E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gvlqm-wom-E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am enjoying this blog as I am happy the person didn't even get the chance to be in the final dance!!!!!!! yyiipppiieeee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-1063844316999410420?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1063844316999410420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=1063844316999410420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/1063844316999410420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/1063844316999410420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-project-runway-and-i-am.html' title='Confession on the Jamban Floor no.48'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-1155365737617093089</id><published>2007-08-08T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T18:39:12.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mink! Confession on the Jamban Floor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RrpvUv8Kb6I/AAAAAAAAABU/JvyxXnKCYPg/s1600-h/IMAGE_463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RrpvUv8Kb6I/AAAAAAAAABU/JvyxXnKCYPg/s200/IMAGE_463.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096508330580012962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my masters' housemate...he asked me to lick him...WHAT THIS????!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Crazy also the boy...sometimes makes me confused...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he smells good so I don't mind (ke ke ke...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I leave you with half full Hairy Berry from Coffee Zone Kiulap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RrpwBv8Kb7I/AAAAAAAAABc/WrTL5DmejRc/s1600-h/IMAGE_475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RrpwBv8Kb7I/AAAAAAAAABc/WrTL5DmejRc/s200/IMAGE_475.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096509103674126258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-1155365737617093089?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1155365737617093089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=1155365737617093089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/1155365737617093089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/1155365737617093089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/08/mink-confession-on-jamban-floor.html' title='Mink! Confession on the Jamban Floor'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RrpvUv8Kb6I/AAAAAAAAABU/JvyxXnKCYPg/s72-c/IMAGE_463.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-7982615773587255387</id><published>2007-08-06T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T18:40:17.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Stigma</title><content type='html'>Went to HSBC with three of my colleagues to apply for credit card hee hee hee (promotion cheap want)....I am very interested about this financial planning explained by the staff...I am going there today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting ended at 4:45pm and had to rush to the gym as promised to Jims for RPM (it is called cycling in Brunei, do you know that? been there for years and I "didn't know" at all...haih!) and ended up to disappointment. No sweat at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00pm time to work at the new place but only for this Monday. Then called up GK to ask him to buy me Nasi Katok and he declined as I was too lazy to go Nasi Katok Mama at Kiarong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RrfKyf8Kb3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/zy1B6tQcQss/s1600-h/IMAGE_433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RrfKyf8Kb3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/zy1B6tQcQss/s320/IMAGE_433.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095764472309116786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very impressed, you got the chance to choose the chicken you want! Yippiee!!!&lt;br /&gt;Who knows you can choose a very bog chicken and the one that you want most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I present to you the water pollution in Kampong Ayer for the SCIENCE BASE Competition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RrfMrP8Kb4I/AAAAAAAAABE/kGVWpZzYlc8/s1600-h/IMAGE_425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RrfMrP8Kb4I/AAAAAAAAABE/kGVWpZzYlc8/s320/IMAGE_425.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095766546778320770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-7982615773587255387?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7982615773587255387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=7982615773587255387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/7982615773587255387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/7982615773587255387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/08/monday-stigma.html' title='Monday Stigma'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RrfKyf8Kb3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/zy1B6tQcQss/s72-c/IMAGE_433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-3172897367986530371</id><published>2007-08-05T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T21:29:58.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KG. Ayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RrasHP8Kb2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/9OU6ZEKSLKk/s1600-h/IMAGE_428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RrasHP8Kb2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/9OU6ZEKSLKk/s320/IMAGE_428.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095449268954230626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what is left at my old house in Kampong Ayer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't remember at all that the bakut at the back of our house was now non-existant.&lt;br /&gt;All the houses in my kampong now all gone and only left the concrete jamban. All the houses left the jamban only!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropping by to reminisce the memory lane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-3172897367986530371?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3172897367986530371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=3172897367986530371&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/3172897367986530371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/3172897367986530371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/08/kg-ayer.html' title='KG. Ayer'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RrasHP8Kb2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/9OU6ZEKSLKk/s72-c/IMAGE_428.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-277700433778470206</id><published>2007-08-02T05:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T05:34:38.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Kitty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RrHPTf8Kb1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Bpq2Brnri04/s1600-h/sad-hello-kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RrHPTf8Kb1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Bpq2Brnri04/s320/sad-hello-kitty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094080587431046994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen...&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce to you the real Hello Kitty!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-277700433778470206?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/277700433778470206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=277700433778470206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/277700433778470206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/277700433778470206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-kitty.html' title='Hello Kitty!'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/RrHPTf8Kb1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Bpq2Brnri04/s72-c/sad-hello-kitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-5716113608414497697</id><published>2007-08-01T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T08:24:11.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This was introduced by a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;The real story behind justice league he said..almost believe it but at least we look the Justice League in a different perspective now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kkrzW9KxNk8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kkrzW9KxNk8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-5716113608414497697?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5716113608414497697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=5716113608414497697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/5716113608414497697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/5716113608414497697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-was-introduced-by-friend-of-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-977752394652275720</id><published>2007-07-31T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T21:59:06.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nancy Ajram</title><content type='html'>Nancy Ajram is in KL!!!! Nancy Ajram is in KL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I want to meet her!!! I want to meet her!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/igMMnZ-KXAY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/igMMnZ-KXAY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please please.....&lt;br /&gt;Free tickets please....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-977752394652275720?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/977752394652275720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-8775024210610848916</id><published>2007-07-30T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T21:54:28.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Reader! no.98</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is Silly Sally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She sells seashells by the seashore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then she picks a pretty place to picnic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peter Piper is there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peter Piper picks a peck of pickled peppers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A peck of pickled peppers, Peter Piper picks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If Peter Piper picks a peck of pickled peppers, which peck of pickeld peppers does Peter Piper pick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peter Piper picks a perfect peck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The pair share their lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pickled peppers ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and great green grapes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peter Piper and Silly Sally go for a walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They see some strange sights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Five fat frogs flying fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Six sick sheep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A big black bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then they see a woodchuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?" wonders Peter Piper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"We shall surely see soon," says Silly Sally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Let's visit the valley and see Betty Botter," Peter says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So off they go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Betty Botter is baking a cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Betty Botter bought a bit of butter to put into her batter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But the bit of butter made the batter bitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So Betty bought a bit of better butter to put into the batter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the bit of better butter made her batter better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Betty offers something to go with her cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A proper cup of coffee from a copper coffeepot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A loud noise comes from outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;More Sheep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Silly Sally scolds seven silly sheep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Seven silly sheep shilly-shally south.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peter Piper takes the path to the pasture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Betty Botter says bye-bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then Silly Sally goes back to the shore ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to sell more shells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-The End-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-8775024210610848916?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8775024210610848916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=8775024210610848916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/8775024210610848916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/8775024210610848916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-reaser-no98.html' title='Hello Reader! no.98'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-7434365903150131410</id><published>2007-07-28T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T05:36:24.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscar the Cat</title><content type='html'>I saw this on the news last night...accidentally I switched to TV1 and found the cat with special gift.&lt;br /&gt;I envy you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/kayoy/pic/0000a4a4/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/kayoy/pic/0000a4a4/s320x240" border="0" height="213" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what his gift is?&lt;br /&gt;He can predict who's going to be died in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to this website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070725/ap_on_fe_st/death_cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="asset-body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so not going to tell everything about it. It's like a waste of my like precious time like my god! who in the world want to tell about you! like last time when chantelle was so horny and she courted with Raccoon but instead Raccoon went to someone else and ended up meeting Rocco who happened to be visually impaired and said he is so over Chantelle like ever I going to believe that! That he ended up going out at the coffee bean near the toilet with Bee. And Bee ended up courting with someone else in front of everyones' eyes. Believe that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-7434365903150131410?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7434365903150131410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=7434365903150131410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/7434365903150131410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/7434365903150131410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/07/oscar-cat.html' title='Oscar the Cat'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-2384925817308396094</id><published>2007-07-28T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T05:35:18.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord Marshall School of the Gifted and the Most</title><content type='html'>have decided to show you my little monsters...though they are very very naughty but I still love them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I present you, the Jazz, Rock, RnB, Techno, Pop and Ballad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/kayoy/pic/000037tw/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/kayoy/pic/000037tw/s320x240" alt="" border="0" height="229" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/kayoy/pic/00004623/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/kayoy/pic/00004623/s320x240" alt="" border="0" height="240" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/kayoy/pic/00005czw/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/kayoy/pic/00005czw/s320x240" alt="" border="0" height="240" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/kayoy/pic/00006dy4/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/kayoy/pic/00006dy4/s320x240" alt="" border="0" height="240" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/kayoy/pic/00007e8s/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/kayoy/pic/00007e8s/s320x240" alt="" border="0" height="240" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/kayoy/pic/00008tfg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/kayoy/pic/00008tfg/s320x240" alt="" border="0" height="240" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are what I called the trendsetter of Lord Marshal group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/kayoy/pic/000093bk/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/kayoy/pic/000093bk/s320x240" alt="" border="0" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the nerds and yet the most competitive ones...you look at them you know they have the confidence and intelligent look...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-2384925817308396094?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2384925817308396094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=2384925817308396094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/2384925817308396094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/2384925817308396094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/07/lord-marshall-school-of-gifted-and-most.html' title='Lord Marshall School of the Gifted and the Most'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-9018192238644932765</id><published>2007-07-28T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T05:34:09.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra no.743</title><content type='html'>Good morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring to you story of the century where people in here (place to be discreet) to avoid controversial among gays and lesbians, to be precise, and straight wannabes, to be specific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As informed by Al-Rimba Del News, wannabe going out with a mama of Poklen. This creates a confusion to other society and proof to be the talk of the netball courts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One witness said, "Mama! Andang Mama terkejut ayu dan sexy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observers has stated not to be desperate looking for love but desperate looking for lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for lust? Why lust has to do with all these? As ask to the expert of lust and fetish, Mama Misha has said, "Did I look pretty? Yes Dear!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we conclude and imply... lust do come first than love. And lust also play a major role in the wannabes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madame Sasha, twisted hands and apple telkung, was furious and beautifully offended by this absurd. As Friday Thunderstorms strike. Madame Sasha had decided to go to the bedroom, opened the wardrobe and get the telkung and pray. Madame Sasha also said, "Distraction! Distraction!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could this be related to the guy changing his gym gears in front of the eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Or could this be the cock teaser applying his deodorant to his underarms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I end today's report with a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young plant that grows from a leaf, a root or an underground stem is not called a seedling. Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Angel no.16 reporting from Longkang Jln.164&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-9018192238644932765?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/9018192238644932765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=9018192238644932765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/9018192238644932765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/9018192238644932765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/07/extra-no743.html' title='Extra no.743'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-6069175316442766525</id><published>2007-07-28T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T05:33:23.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madame Sasha no.412</title><content type='html'>It is my honour to introduce to you Madame Sasha of Brown Pashmina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/kayoy/pic/000025kx/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/kayoy/pic/000025kx/s320x240" alt="" border="0" height="240" width="159" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Madame Sasha is a teacher at one of the prestigious school in the country. Madame Sasha has contributed numerous and controversial contributions to the academic agendas. Among the controversial is the banning of naming “sir” to every male teacher. Instead of calling “Sir”, Madame has emphasised on calling “Teacher” or “Cikgu”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madame Sasha also the courageous teacher. Madame has made the lesson interestingly gay (as in happy) and mother friendly. The Ginger Biscuit class although unsuccessfully baked but Madame had managed to make the cake edible and crispy. So far no pupil has been admitted to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her national syllabus of trans subjects on gender issue and music has now been introduced to school gradually and with humility. Being a mother of none, Madame shows concerns and care to the pupils no matter whom. Madame said to every good looking pupils “As you are beautiful and sexy, you are my son, anchovy and satisfactory.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this, we know Madame Sasha is eligible to receive the award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you an award of great achievement and humiliation to Madame Sasha of Brown Pashmina. The award to undecided gender of human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madame Sasha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-6069175316442766525?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6069175316442766525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=6069175316442766525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/6069175316442766525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/6069175316442766525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/07/madame-sasha-no412.html' title='Madame Sasha no.412'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012901530452550586.post-7775591881513443135</id><published>2007-07-28T05:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T05:27:39.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel no.16</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s1600-h/IMAGE_085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 197px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092222640413372194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, there it goes again, another blog from another boring guy!&lt;br /&gt;to be filled with lots of fun and fun promised not to be kept...I myself could not guarantee that...&lt;br /&gt;The only reason why is to mark my 29th year of me living in this world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I promise not to say 29 years old everytime someone ask how old am I. I will definitely say I am 26 and that hope people will believe. I know they do because if I believe I am 26 so people around you...that's my philosophy now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time I wish that the department of birth certificate called me and apologize that they misprint my birth year and it was on 1981 not 1978. How this come to reality. Wishing wishing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/kayoy/pic/00001byx/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/kayoy/pic/00001byx/s320x240" alt="" border="0" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is not me, this is the cat I loved 5th after Mink, Raccoon, Chantelle and Bee. Just love to post his picture here,,,hee hee...he's visually impaired, not that he's blind, just couldn't see properly. And he's smelly too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring to the topic an end with the word collagen, by 30 to make sure have one. Not that we are afraid of getting old, just for the sake of prevention hee hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012901530452550586-7775591881513443135?l=desperatekayoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7775591881513443135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4012901530452550586&amp;postID=7775591881513443135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/7775591881513443135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4012901530452550586/posts/default/7775591881513443135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatekayoy.blogspot.com/2007/07/angel-n16.html' title='Angel no.16'/><author><name>KaYoY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954479416174371962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s320/IMAGE_085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKfFU8WJBTY/Rqs1gv8KbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1qnFdwzd0_k/s72-c/IMAGE_085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
