<?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-2972000014327238010</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:20:30.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Know what Love is, It is All because of you</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cindy Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582738485116086051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972000014327238010.post-2758028720161236479</id><published>2009-04-19T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T06:47:16.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outs with the girlssss....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;6pm exact i start to get myself ready to meet up the babes that i have not met for ages...hehehehe i am so excited (like a first date kind of feeling)... Took a straight bus to town from office, take a short nap (as always..i am always sleepy) and alight at Lucky Plaza. We gonna have dinner at Ayam penyet Ria...OMG the que is horrendous. We took lots of pics while waiting for a turn to get a place. Girls will always be girls..they just wanna have fun!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;After dinner, we meet Ellie aka Miss Pret-Zel. Though she don pretzz but she is still late by an hour...Anyway we proceed to cash box studio, after a donkey years...The session start at 10pm till 1am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Though its a long day for all of us...but we are happy though!!!!! Cos we have spend time together...**winks**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S: We have plans lots of holidays ahead!!! May (my bday chalet), Aug ( Bali to celebrate Ellie's bday), Oct (KL to celebrate Watee's bday) Nov (Batam to celebrate Cuzin n Chicha's bday double celebration) My galfrens all like celebrity sia bday celebrations out of S'pore.....Love u all babes!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972000014327238010-2758028720161236479?l=missy-ezann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/feeds/2758028720161236479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/04/outs-with-girlssss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/2758028720161236479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/2758028720161236479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/04/outs-with-girlssss.html' title='Outs with the girlssss....'/><author><name>Cindy Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582738485116086051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972000014327238010.post-7503041475985696639</id><published>2009-03-30T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:54:00.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Its a bad weather....best to have an indoor activities. But me aint gonna coop up in the house again...So I've decided to catch a movie again or run errands. So while i was getting myself ready, I replied to Elly's sms...highlighting to her of my plans today. And our conversations continues with updates of our lives. Well it has been awhile since the last we met, it was the Batam trip (donkey years...hehehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well one of the topics was clubbing, i asked her how often does she clubbed nowadays especially its recession period. She claimed that she cut down alot on parties in the clubs, its a waste of money and she complained on how financially tight she get herself into..and the next pay day due in another 3 weeks time....Lets think bout the possibilities of how clubbing could lead you to "bankruptcy" but its not as terrible as what credit card can do to you though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For ladies, there is no charge of entrance fee on certain nights. But all our money gone on drinks and cab fares (are really killing us). From my personal point of view, its just a short term of happiness. You didnt really got to see what you've spend at clubs cos its not a material to take notice of. The next moment you check your bank account balance you were shocked and hoping that a bunch of aliens invaded your bank account...each one of us is living in denial whenever we encounter such situations, and i have to admit that i am one of them. As i grew older, i channel my needs to other parts of my life...prolly shopping or holidays. Get a stable job, save money and spent it for holidays...explore the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972000014327238010-7503041475985696639?l=missy-ezann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/feeds/7503041475985696639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/03/hmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/7503041475985696639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/7503041475985696639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/03/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm.....'/><author><name>Cindy Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582738485116086051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972000014327238010.post-8644996342709532133</id><published>2009-03-25T22:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:33:32.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" Do i really have a fren? "</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The past few weeks or months, i felt like a loner. Hanging out with friends has lessen. At one point, i am alone most of the times and ask this myself &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" Do i really have a fren?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ChiCha (Fisa)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's working retail so hanging out with her is quite difficult due to the working hours. And going out with her is like a promo kind of thing. "Buy 1 GET 1 for FREE",  she always with her World Peace BF. Hangouts or holidays her bf will always stick to her like a UHU Glue. And its such a pain in the ass cos she is my close fren...~sigh~ so that explains why i seldom hanging out with her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elly (Miss Pret-zel)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She works in one of the foreign bank in Spore. We have the same working hours. She is SINGLE but NOT ALWAYS AVAILABLE. Always busy party at DBL O and Batam trips. Kindly take note if ever make plans with her pls, pls, pls prepare a back up plans. Cos she is known as "Miss Pret-zel" or "Miss Paitau"... ~sigh~ so that explains why we gave her that nick.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She currently work in a bar. She's like Oreo biscuits ( kejap ada, kejap tk de). Her sleeping hours is so very irregular. Working hours clash with mine. Cant even meet up on weekends.. Very rare to meet up wif her. The most recent meet up, is actually to make up for the loss we never meet for 2 mths. ~sigh~ and that explains too huh..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coliqs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Initially yes we are close like hanging outs  or chilling session after work. But lately not anymore. I missed lots of activities. The karaoke sessions, the dinners, the chilling session at ECP, the career fairs, the window shopping...hmmm and many more la. That includes smoking break... i am alone. To make matter worst, MSN display pictures of them, and the taglines, and the talkings bout how much fun they had (eg. karaoke). At times, yes i did screw up the karaoke sessions due to i am not feeling well and inform them. And i assume they will postpone it to another day when i am feeling better (well basic iniative requires here). But they did not. And currently they are excited bout the trip they are going next week (to Genting) So you can imagine now that the taglines at msn flooded wif things related to Genting..Hmm whats next ehk? ~sigh~ well i am cool bout it, cos now i am adapting to it already... As for now....... i want to go for a smoke break alone... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972000014327238010-8644996342709532133?l=missy-ezann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/feeds/8644996342709532133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-i-really-have-fren.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/8644996342709532133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/8644996342709532133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-i-really-have-fren.html' title='&quot; Do i really have a fren? &quot;'/><author><name>Cindy Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582738485116086051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972000014327238010.post-3845522042274214261</id><published>2009-03-25T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:54:40.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: RANDOM ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Out from work at bout 7.45pm. Sourcing for events company for MH Exhibition.. By the way, thanks Elaine for your help in giving me your friends details to regards of events company. I was totally down...so i text him to let him noe dat i am heading home or maybe doing some soul searching. On my way back home, Dim msg me and we decided to meet up. Finally after 2 mths, we meet up. At first i could sense the awkwardness between us.. Not sure what to start with. But anyway we did talk over dinner, she was very hungry (as always). I did share to her what i really when thru during the months she went missing from my life.. and brief to her on what happen between me and Ren. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As we were busy doing all the catching up and stuff, my hp vibrates...its Ren's sms. He was so mad for not letting him know that i am going out with a fren - i apologise and admit my mistake. In between my conversation with Dim, there is alot of exchanging sms-es, return calls, argue with Ren. There is at one point i just couldnt control my tears and let it out....this time i felt he has gone too far. Dim actually type a very long msg for him and want me to send it to him the moment i arrived home. And i send the msg... and cried. Cos the contents in the msg is too harsh but at the same time i need him to respect me. I browse back all the pics i have with him..since day 1. I really missed those days....everything was so sweet and perfect.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He starts to be nice wif me when he realise i was crying terribly and at a difficult situation to breathe and coughing. That's when he realise that he was too much.. We talk and explain things for a better understanding. And i told him, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" Dear you are not only a bf but a bestfren, shopping buddy, a listener to me. If i lose you.. i will lose all of them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972000014327238010-3845522042274214261?l=missy-ezann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/feeds/3845522042274214261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/03/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/3845522042274214261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/3845522042274214261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/03/random.html' title=':: RANDOM ::'/><author><name>Cindy Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582738485116086051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972000014327238010.post-7730318686143099831</id><published>2009-03-25T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T04:21:02.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will always remember the first day..was yesterday the last day??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last night after work, Kak Sha dropped me at his place..and she actually waited for quite awhile fear that something bad will happened ( &lt;em&gt;thanks kak Sha...&lt;/em&gt;). And we talk things out, i apologised for the mistakes that i have done.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And after all the ugly incident between us.. We've decided to make plans for another getaway. There is a few locacations on our mind like KL, Bangkok etc. Well i was pretty excited bout the whole getaway thingy. Thru out the nite, we are discussing bout the possible dates for the getaway and stuff. He send me back and i fell into a deep sleep.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;This morning, everything was perfectly fine. I felt that i am the happiest person in the world, i felt so much love. Upon my arrival at the office, we will call or text each other (its the normal routine). But after lunch, he start to text me -" I think i need some space at the moment, dont disturb me for this few day." After i read the msg, i was speechless for a few minutes. I start to questions myself, " What happen last night was a dream?", " Why are we back? When you need the space to be alone?", "What was he thinking?" and lots of other stuff.. &lt;em&gt;~deep breathe~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is this what i get for all the sacrifices i make?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I abide to all the rules you set for me. I listen to you more than myself, I prioritise your needs more than mine. One after another you gave me &lt;em&gt;~sigh~&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember the first day, the first day we kissed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember the first day we had an argumentwe apologized and then we compromised&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and we've haven't argued since&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember the first day we stopped playing games&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember the first day you fell in love with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it felt so good for you to say those words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause I felt the same way too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972000014327238010-7730318686143099831?l=missy-ezann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/feeds/7730318686143099831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-will-always-remember-first-daywas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/7730318686143099831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/7730318686143099831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-will-always-remember-first-daywas.html' title='I will always remember the first day..was yesterday the last day??'/><author><name>Cindy Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582738485116086051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972000014327238010.post-4754836690886389739</id><published>2009-03-23T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:53:25.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All i want is to be appreciated...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On our 1st mth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;- i send email to him to wish him...and how Happy i was to be wif him. I thanked him for making me believe in love again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On our 2nd mth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - i Waited patiently for the clock to strike 12midnite just to sms him even so i noe he is asleep. The idea so that the message will a put a smile on his face first thing in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On our 3rd mth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - i bought a chocolate wif his name engraved.. Knowing dat he is a chocolate Lover..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;will always remind YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to clip ur nails, and I will trim ur eyebrows so that it will look neat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;will always put YOU on my top priority&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The moment i heard YOU are short of cash, i will get sufficient amount transfered to your account. With no questions ask or even ask you to pay it back-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it never came across my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When i am on a shopping spree, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ur needs will always on my shopping list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It dont have to be a big thing, its the thought that matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will always do anything... for you. ~ Tears welling up~ Just want you to know that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;flaws make each of us human&lt;/span&gt;. Hope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you can find someone that will always make you happy in many many ways... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972000014327238010-4754836690886389739?l=missy-ezann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/feeds/4754836690886389739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-i-want-is-to-be-appreciated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/4754836690886389739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/4754836690886389739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-i-want-is-to-be-appreciated.html' title='All i want is to be appreciated...'/><author><name>Cindy Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582738485116086051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972000014327238010.post-3030392316348620081</id><published>2009-03-22T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:15:47.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Monthsary to YOU....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;We meet up at bout 7pm... and head to Vivo. We bought a pair of movie tickets for Hotel for The Dogs...hmm the show starts at 9.30pm. And so we have decided to go for activity "sakit kan mata and hati" hehehe in short its window shoppping. We went in to the common shops like Zara, Esprit, Forever 21, River Island, Pull n Bear and Armani Exchange.. Actually we were just browsing. But he fall in love with a black jacket at Zara dat cost $299.... and i swear to god he look so cute when he put it on. And after all the activity "sakit kan mata and hati" we settle down for a dinner at Long John Silver. Then we smoke to pass the time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Yeah its finally 9.30pm...the show starts. I love the show, the dogs are so cute and there is an emotional part that will always touch my heart. And after the show we still hang out n chat, that night i just felt that we have alot of talking to do, its like we have never met a donkey years...the fact is, we never met for only a day!!! And bout 12midnight, we headed for home by cab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P/S: Dear thanks for everything. That's so sweet of u... i love u too much!!! **mmmuaacckkzz**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972000014327238010-3030392316348620081?l=missy-ezann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/feeds/3030392316348620081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-monthsary-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/3030392316348620081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/3030392316348620081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-monthsary-to-you.html' title='Happy Monthsary to YOU....'/><author><name>Cindy Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582738485116086051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972000014327238010.post-5031442548685421441</id><published>2009-03-04T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:06:37.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>None of the rumours make me love you less...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yesterday there was too many things on my mind and i wasnt my usual self. If i remember it correctly after lunch that i came to know bout this latest rumours bout HIM... And well its normal to be shock bout learning something that you werent told before especially from HIM. Well its all bout how you want to handle and face the problem. Initially i was very pissed and thot of severe all ties with him (well that will happen when you are very angry) to make matter worst the ONE who told me bout all this ask me this~ &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"What if everything i told you bout HIM is TRUE...what will you do?" And i replied, "Hmm you the facts right for me and i will let you know of what is my decision!" And to my surprise, that person actually said "Will let you know soon..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And at that point i was like start to questioning myself and sourcing for nothing but the truth&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if its TRUE......"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; only god knows how i felt at that point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;After deep thots, i decided to confront HIM but still i will keep the informer identity sealed. He told me the truth bout every single thing....and wat actually happen. Not that i trust every single words from HIM but his explanation does make sense. I was very lucky that i didnt jump into conclusions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;After all this things happen... i take it as a blessing in disguise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pls stop all this rumours bout HIM... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Between YOU n HIM is HISTORY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Pls accept the fact that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am his FUTURE and YOU are already HIS PAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, pls leave us the hell alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Pick urself up and move on.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The moment YOU DUMPED him, you have already make a CHOICE so live with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And i really hate the way you spread rumours bout HIM and only idiots and dumb-ass like you will believe such predictable stories from a SLUT like YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/S: You are talking about my MAN, you mess with my man its like you are messing with me...So pls grow up lil' girl, behave like a woman will.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972000014327238010-5031442548685421441?l=missy-ezann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/feeds/5031442548685421441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/03/none-of-rumours-make-me-love-you-less.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/5031442548685421441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/5031442548685421441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/03/none-of-rumours-make-me-love-you-less.html' title='None of the rumours make me love you less...'/><author><name>Cindy Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582738485116086051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972000014327238010.post-2703887244529920210</id><published>2009-03-04T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T03:11:08.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Why do all this happening?? One after another, in life its a string full of problems.... its just the matter of how u handling it. Every single soul in this world have problems in their very own way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I just dont seem to know, wat more do you want from me? I have tried my very best to be the best in ur life and it seems dat none of those sacrifices i make that satisfy you!!! I admit you are not the first one in my life, but i will try to be the last one. Or maybe, i was just living in denial all this while....hmmm......~sigh~ well maybe he is not that into me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Right now, i was just flashing back the old good times. Looking back to where we first met, i cannot escape and i cannot forget..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;But well things just dont go as planned. Its just like wasting mammoth of my time.... it all go wasted again. Just wanna wish ya all the best in everything you do...Take Care....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972000014327238010-2703887244529920210?l=missy-ezann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/feeds/2703887244529920210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-do-all-this-happening-one-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/2703887244529920210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/2703887244529920210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-do-all-this-happening-one-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Cindy Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582738485116086051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972000014327238010.post-1289049087841778200</id><published>2009-03-03T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T00:06:11.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If I were a boy I think I could understand. How it feels to love a girl, I swear I’d be a better man. I’d listen to her. Cause I know how it hurts When you lose the one you wanted. Cause he’s taken you for granted. And everything you had got destroyed......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972000014327238010-1289049087841778200?l=missy-ezann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/feeds/1289049087841778200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-i-were-boy-i-think-i-could.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/1289049087841778200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/1289049087841778200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-i-were-boy-i-think-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>Cindy Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582738485116086051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972000014327238010.post-3637714045305284030</id><published>2009-03-02T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:35:40.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrendous Short Getaway...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I really dont know where to start wif.....Lets talk bout the first short getaway wif my another half. From the start of the journey till the very end we always end up in a situation of pulling each others hair ( nah, it was a joke. Prolly we will do that if we both are girls) but the bickering thingy is soooo true. Hmm lucky it wasnt a Honeymoon if it is i will just leave him there on his own. Well he is just soo different from any other guys i dated.... one of the differences that i can never tolerate is his irritating-ness. And OMG...he is very irritating. Pls dont ask me to talk things out wif him, cos we have done dat too many times and there is no changes. Yes, i do admit that i am super farking ego... but i need him to admit his mistakes too not continue pointing fingers to me. There is not a single day that he will never irritates me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We always bicker over small little things. I just don know how to communicate wif him anymore, whenever i said something he always got the wrong meaning...i am seriously sick and tired of all this. The more i open my mouth to talk, the bigger the arguement gets into...haizzzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And why you have to behave in such a manner? I still remember on the day we are going back to S'pore, i asking him a favour to carry my bag (the backpackers kind of bag, its full and heavy)... and to my surprise he declined my favour with no second thoughts. This is the first time i am wif someone who is so "gentlemen"... so i am left with no choice but to carry the heavy bag on my own. ~Deep breathe~ i really dont know what is happening to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And when we arrived Spore, he ate some snacks in the cab and i told him its not right to eat in the cab...and he still can answered me back by saying there is no sign of "NO EATING"... but its basic common sense though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I just don know how far can we go if this whole thing continues.....i am really too tired for all this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My emotions YOU may not be able to RELATE to......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972000014327238010-3637714045305284030?l=missy-ezann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/feeds/3637714045305284030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/03/horrendous-short-getaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/3637714045305284030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/3637714045305284030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/03/horrendous-short-getaway.html' title='Horrendous Short Getaway...'/><author><name>Cindy Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582738485116086051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972000014327238010.post-5317431635366517869</id><published>2009-02-23T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T07:33:05.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;It has been 2 weeks since the last i heard from you...I really miss the times we always gossip and talk bout anything under sun...But well people change... You have change into someone i don seem to know...&lt;br /&gt;You are gone in a blink of eyes. Wat went wrong? Love really make you go blind... that you've forgotten who are ur true frens, whom always there by your side when you need someone most, lend you a shoulder to cry on..But you still choose a jerk who dump you countless times. All that i could i say.... i really miss you babe!!!! Probably things are better this way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972000014327238010-5317431635366517869?l=missy-ezann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/feeds/5317431635366517869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-has-been-2-weeks-since-last-i-heard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/5317431635366517869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/5317431635366517869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-has-been-2-weeks-since-last-i-heard.html' title=''/><author><name>Cindy Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582738485116086051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972000014327238010.post-2173639191060670305</id><published>2009-02-20T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:46:51.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can only hope......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i can only hope that u will&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;find someone who will change ur thoughts &amp;amp; change you to someone that i noe&lt;/span&gt; ur potentially capable of becoming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ive tried pushing th limits, trying to get you to become that someone, but maybe im not meant to be th one to lead you to that path. i'd rather see th person i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;more thn anthing in this world be happy with someone else thn be unhappy with me. i just have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;a wish&lt;/u&gt;. that in th years ahead, when anyone asks you of ur first true love, u'd say my name.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos u're my first true love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;th reason my heart beats&lt;/span&gt; faster &amp;amp; slower at th same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp; there will never be another first fer us as long as u &amp;amp; i live. marry a responsible woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;who loves you more thn i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;make me proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972000014327238010-2173639191060670305?l=missy-ezann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/feeds/2173639191060670305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-can-only-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/2173639191060670305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/2173639191060670305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-can-only-hope.html' title='i can only hope......'/><author><name>Cindy Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582738485116086051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972000014327238010.post-2226460860913107246</id><published>2009-02-20T21:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:30:28.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday is a Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;It has been ages since the last i blogged in here...Well as always there is too many things happen in our life. Hmmm what should i start with...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Valentine's Day - I was out with the usual peeps..hang out with Chicha, Lan, Zu and Bf and of cos my Valentine...Rendra. We chilled at Esplanade By The Bay and booze...that is how i celebrate my V Day..with the gorgeous peeps i adore in my life. We have lots of chocolates too!!! Its everyone favourite except for Naya aka Miss Super Blur...she claimed dat only Horny peeps eat chocolates. And so we booze all night....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;______________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Hmm.... its more than a week since the last i heard from you.. I wont deny i miss you badly seh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;But well i need to put aside all this feelings cos i am getting sick and tired bout the whole procedure...all the best babe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972000014327238010-2226460860913107246?l=missy-ezann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/feeds/2226460860913107246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/02/everyday-is-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/2226460860913107246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/2226460860913107246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/02/everyday-is-valentines-day.html' title='Everyday is a Valentines Day'/><author><name>Cindy Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582738485116086051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972000014327238010.post-3925118325972061521</id><published>2009-02-10T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:27:59.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>--------------</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cant pretend these tears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aren't over flowing steadily&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cant prevent this hurt from&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almost overtaking me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I will stand and say goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For you'll never be mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Until you know the way it feels to fly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972000014327238010-3925118325972061521?l=missy-ezann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/feeds/3925118325972061521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/3925118325972061521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/3925118325972061521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='--------------'/><author><name>Cindy Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582738485116086051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972000014327238010.post-5494446869371281894</id><published>2009-02-09T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:13:04.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Relationships :.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Currently i have doing alot of thinking bout the relationships around me... Relationships between my mom and step dad, between sis emma and hubby, between my bestie and her ex... Its like a thousand pound of stress on my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mom &amp;amp; step father:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;From the outside, u guys look like you are still husband and wife... but actually you guys are not even in talking terms with each other. Both of you lead your life separately.. So why still together when you guys knew things are not right between the both of you.... Or is it for the sense of belonging??? Or is it bcos you guys have been together for almost 20yrs... But the love is no longer exists??? Step dad is forever wif all the scandals and stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sis Emma &amp;amp; Hubby:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have been staying with you guys for nearly 3 years.. But lately, there is too many things happen in your lives. He make a big mistake this time, by having an affair... and sis, i can imagine what you went thru. Your frequent arguements make me uncomfortable... and i know the kids are suffering too..maybe elisha is still young to understand but the other two probably have an idea bout everything. I dont wish to meddle with your affairs.. If you guys knew that things are not the same anymore--- i suggest you get it settle and over with. Ask yourself bout wat you want in ur life? Do u really need an asshole like him? Even if you are not with him, i know you can still survive...cos you have been tolerating his nonsense for the past 13 years... What ever decisions you make... I will always be there for you...**hugs**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bestie &amp;amp; ____( i just cant describe the status between you and him):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know you guys have been together for 4 years..(so what??) Babe, its not bout how long you guys are together..its bout how much you love each other. On the day he dumped you, its actually the day you should realise that he no longer need or love you.. Its actually a new beginning for you... But you still choose to be wif him (sigh!!!) You know he slept around with countless of bitches. So why must you waste your time? For all i know, he is an asshole..jerk..gold digger.. any many many more. Pls accept the fact that you guys are not meant for each other...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Point of View:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are all guys the same?? They will only stick with you when they need you...when they have squeeze everything out of you and they will dump you... Hmm or should i say their love can only last a few years, after that they will get bored. Or should i say their love is all base on lust...Haizz guys will always be guys... and we women will always at the losing end...And if you know its all ending, pls stop pretending..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972000014327238010-5494446869371281894?l=missy-ezann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/feeds/5494446869371281894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/02/relationships.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/5494446869371281894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/5494446869371281894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/02/relationships.html' title='.: Relationships :.'/><author><name>Cindy Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582738485116086051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972000014327238010.post-9018095809843084388</id><published>2009-02-06T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T05:29:32.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her last day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Wat a day to start with... i was dragging myself to work...AGAIN!!!! haizzz...Rasa mcm da malas giler la nak gi keje but no choice i am not born in a rich family(how i wish seh) Well i start my day as normal la... On the comp and start to check my daily horoscope (its a habit now) Today is Dhiana's last day at work, she gave me a body spray and a little note.. (Thanks babe!!!) When i read her note, i cried...(flash back on how we first met at work) the bond that we have built during her past one year with the company. Initially, i dont really quite like her because of the way she talk very loud and straight forward. As days passed, we hang out and chat with her and confide with her whenever i have problems and stuff like that then i realised that she is just being herself. I still remember those days when she actually brought for us breakfast like roti john (her mom is a good cook-her sambal is superb)  curry puff, tuna sandwich and chicken pie... and our place is always full of tidbits (that's why everyone love our department, cos they know where to get food from) Well babe you are always remembered in many many ways... Still remember we celebrated bday together (cos ur bday fall a day after mine) Hmmm shopping with her was madness..hahaha still remember bout the "bread" that  cost her $95 (you know i know ok babe) and always remember her as someone who loves to shop..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P/S: Gonna miss you la babe ** Hugs **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972000014327238010-9018095809843084388?l=missy-ezann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/feeds/9018095809843084388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/02/her-last-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/9018095809843084388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/9018095809843084388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/02/her-last-day.html' title='Her last day....'/><author><name>Cindy Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582738485116086051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972000014327238010.post-1901916445470660351</id><published>2009-02-05T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T08:00:28.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The past few days we have lots of miscommunication and lots of misunderstandings... Its all thanks to my super farking ego attitude.. Hmmm i guess due to my period i was cranky the whole of yesterday... I wont deny i miss him badly la seh....Later part of the day (when i put aside all my ego) i called him and confess to him how much i love and miss him...hehehehehehe (malu nye aku).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And today we meet up... i was so eager to meet up with him..He fetch me from work (sweeeet kan) and we went for dinner, and we chat over dinner and it was a good one... Then we lepak-ing as always.. I just felt tonight he was extremely cute!!!!! I love everything bout him...especially his lips (I LOIKE!!!) hahahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P/S: Darling i am very sorry if the past few days i make your life miserable. I really love you tooo much **MUACKZ**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972000014327238010-1901916445470660351?l=missy-ezann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/feeds/1901916445470660351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/02/past-few-days-we-have-lots-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/1901916445470660351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/1901916445470660351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/02/past-few-days-we-have-lots-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Cindy Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582738485116086051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972000014327238010.post-1366495509938980967</id><published>2009-02-03T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:02:06.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;REN..... YOU are the reason i believe in love again!!! I wont deny he is the sweetest thing in my life. But our love life is very weird...hahaha... Hmm we dont have the so-called "Honeymoon" period like wat other couples claimed. Or should i say... we are the weirdest couple on earth??? He is not the romantic kind of guy. And probably i fell in love of his irritating-ness (he can be a pain in my ass)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972000014327238010-1366495509938980967?l=missy-ezann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/feeds/1366495509938980967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/02/ren.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/1366495509938980967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972000014327238010/posts/default/1366495509938980967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-ezann.blogspot.com/2009/02/ren.html' title=''/><author><name>Cindy Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582738485116086051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
