<?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-4004241134416252201</id><updated>2012-02-17T00:59:38.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kidsgetlaid182</title><subtitle type='html'>the way i lost my heart to you that day;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-3691695040531847334</id><published>2009-08-13T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:51:56.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll Give It All Away In One Fun Night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://el-miffito.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SoONXzoGElI/AAAAAAAAFgE/EJ4kGcFnyrI/s400/DSC07411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369290620890649170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new blog; &lt;a href="http://el-miffito.blogspot.com"&gt;el-miffito&lt;/a&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-3691695040531847334?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/3691695040531847334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=3691695040531847334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/3691695040531847334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/3691695040531847334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2009/08/youll-give-it-all-away-in-one-fun-night.html' title='You&apos;ll Give It All Away In One Fun Night...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SoONXzoGElI/AAAAAAAAFgE/EJ4kGcFnyrI/s72-c/DSC07411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-5587908855465025233</id><published>2009-08-11T10:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T14:55:49.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smokers Outside The Hospital Door...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SoEdMGWkleI/AAAAAAAAEdA/Qy0lsg5QItk/s1600-h/DSC08560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SoEdMGWkleI/AAAAAAAAEdA/Qy0lsg5QItk/s400/DSC08560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368604324503262690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I might close this blog up and start a new one. I might.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because my older posts, gambar-gambarnya terhilang.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how that happened xs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not now. Not anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's so quiet without them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-5587908855465025233?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/5587908855465025233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=5587908855465025233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/5587908855465025233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/5587908855465025233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2009/08/smokers-outside-hospital-door.html' title='Smokers Outside The Hospital Door...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SoEdMGWkleI/AAAAAAAAEdA/Qy0lsg5QItk/s72-c/DSC08560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-1897217731106723313</id><published>2009-04-04T11:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:16:07.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To A Brand New Chapter With Torn Up Pages...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SfR6r1qIXlI/AAAAAAAACVM/dmSakfZjEeo/s1600-h/225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SfR6r1qIXlI/AAAAAAAACVM/dmSakfZjEeo/s400/225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329019152642891346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow, it's been so long since I last blogged. Things are different now. Better. Anyways, tekarih bali Netkad cause I needed to upload pictures for my mom. Old school pakai Netkad hehehe :) I miss my family; my parents, my sister and my brothers. It's different without them. It was really awkward not having them there with me on &lt;em&gt;March 1st, 2009&lt;/em&gt;. It's okay though, as long as I know that they wanted to be there as much as I wanted them to be there, then that's good enough for me :) come home soon~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-1897217731106723313?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/1897217731106723313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=1897217731106723313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/1897217731106723313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/1897217731106723313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-brand-new-chapter-with-torn-up-pages.html' title='To A Brand New Chapter With Torn Up Pages...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SfR6r1qIXlI/AAAAAAAACVM/dmSakfZjEeo/s72-c/225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-4508196524051226820</id><published>2009-01-23T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:20:49.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Spend A Night Without Wishing I Was With You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SXmmzr-zitI/AAAAAAAAAxA/94a4fz2_ocI/s1600-h/DSC00696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SXmmzr-zitI/AAAAAAAAAxA/94a4fz2_ocI/s400/DSC00696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294446243860417234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry I haven't been bloging much lately, internet at home kana putus sudah. Yes, the brothers and sister, I shall buy you guys chocolate Reeses soon, no worries. Anyways, I don't have much to say, just... waiting for the right moment. It's terrifying. I'm scared to death. Hopefully, when everything's let out to them, everything would turn out to be okay. It's gonna be hard in the beginning, I know that already. But hey, my own consequences. Him there by my side every second, that's all I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-4508196524051226820?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/4508196524051226820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=4508196524051226820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/4508196524051226820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/4508196524051226820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cant-spend-night-without-wishing-i.html' title='I Can&apos;t Spend A Night Without Wishing I Was With You...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SXmmzr-zitI/AAAAAAAAAxA/94a4fz2_ocI/s72-c/DSC00696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-8627173795147259791</id><published>2009-01-01T16:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:43:00.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Tell You A Secret And Leave It On Your Lips...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SVyACq7GcLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/V4mptv3pUDI/s1600-h/DSC05658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SVyACq7GcLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/V4mptv3pUDI/s400/DSC05658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286240845996388530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be heading out soon, just wanted to say a &lt;i&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/i&gt; to everyone and &lt;b&gt;Happy 11th Anniversary&lt;/b&gt; to you baby =) iloveyou. I shall see you soon, berry berry soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;Note to self; imissyou terribly.&lt;br /&gt;Just 2 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-8627173795147259791?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/8627173795147259791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=8627173795147259791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/8627173795147259791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/8627173795147259791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wanna-tell-you-secret-and-leave-it-on.html' title='I Wanna Tell You A Secret And Leave It On Your Lips...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SVyACq7GcLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/V4mptv3pUDI/s72-c/DSC05658.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-1016429265418833536</id><published>2008-12-28T13:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:21:53.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Say Hello; Inside I'm Screaming I Love You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night I watched &lt;u&gt;Titanic&lt;/u&gt;. Kesian ah; nada keraja lain lagi. I felt weird yesterday; I felt different. It wansn't like any other day I've gone through ever since I came here. I kept assuming the worst I could possibly ever imagine, however, knowing in advance that I'm wrong. I just knew that whatever that was going through my head, none of them really mattered. It's not him; it's me. I'm my own problem. At that point, I thought to myself, if it's not him that I can have at that moment, then it's Baileys. It's not hard liquor; I just need liquor, you know. But then I fel bad for all the things I said to him. I know I've been cranky for the past couple of months; yes, he knows why. Making a huge deal from tiny mistakes you make; at least what I thought you did was wrong. It's just the distance that's screwing me over. I really miss him. As of today, I have &lt;b&gt;six&lt;/b&gt; more days to go. I know it's not long before I leave &lt;i&gt;Hanoi&lt;/i&gt; but I miss him. I can't wait any longer. Everything turns out great whenever he's around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SVcR58mG8aI/AAAAAAAAAww/B0DcrehwFfE/s1600-h/DSC05496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SVcR58mG8aI/AAAAAAAAAww/B0DcrehwFfE/s400/DSC05496.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284712374958748066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing his voice, I've realized that I don't need anything else. It's just him that I really need. I'm not saying he wasn't what I needed in the first place, it's just that I don't need an alternate to make me happy. He's enough. You make me happy. So, I don't need Baileys after all. Macam inda pedah kan my story ah. Basically, point is that I &lt;i&gt;fucking&lt;/i&gt; miss him; I can't wait to taste his lips and to feel the warmth of his touch all over again. &lt;i&gt;Iloveyou baby and I'm so sorry&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-1016429265418833536?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/1016429265418833536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=1016429265418833536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/1016429265418833536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/1016429265418833536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-say-hello-inside-im-screaming-i.html' title='You Say Hello; Inside I&apos;m Screaming I Love You...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SVcR58mG8aI/AAAAAAAAAww/B0DcrehwFfE/s72-c/DSC05496.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-4206742597552745036</id><published>2008-12-23T13:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:21:01.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Me Tight Like You Never Did Before...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SVB0maHHphI/AAAAAAAAAwo/s_jbALF1968/s1600-h/DSC00658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SVB0maHHphI/AAAAAAAAAwo/s_jbALF1968/s400/DSC00658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282850566098626066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I see and everything I do reminds me of you.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Imissyou&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-4206742597552745036?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/4206742597552745036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=4206742597552745036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/4206742597552745036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/4206742597552745036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/12/hold-me-tight-like-you-never-did-before.html' title='Hold Me Tight Like You Never Did Before...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SVB0maHHphI/AAAAAAAAAwo/s_jbALF1968/s72-c/DSC00658.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-1778726792170107694</id><published>2008-12-19T13:11:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:04:01.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without You, I'm Miserable At Best...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SUs37GAx7rI/AAAAAAAAAwg/mc4iQq9szT0/s1600-h/DSC05274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SUs37GAx7rI/AAAAAAAAAwg/mc4iQq9szT0/s400/DSC05274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281376476387733170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was reminiscing about the day I accidentally slept over at his place. I'm glad that his car kana tarik and that his parents took the one car out that night. Just glad, for that particular night. If it wasn't for the car problem, I wouldn't "accidentally" be sleeping over there. imissyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SUs3lAjTfVI/AAAAAAAAAwY/KUJlRwU5SFc/s1600-h/Image1694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SUs3lAjTfVI/AAAAAAAAAwY/KUJlRwU5SFc/s320/Image1694.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281376096964803922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;heh, lucah&lt;/i&gt; x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about sleep, it sucks to sleep here! I mean, when you're asleep, even when someone's walking around the house, bunyinya macam urang belari-lari. Bising bah! And early in the morning, the brothers and sister skulah. Lagi cha bising gila! I'm usually awake when they're getting ready cause I can't sleep with all the noise. I get satisfied when they leave, macam baru tah kan dapat tidur. But then, after an hour of finally getting some sleep, ada cha lagi bising atu. From across the street, they're building a new house. It's like, what the hell. Anyways, point is, here, inda cukup tidur. Even if you do fall asleep, there always that something that disturbs you. So yes, another reason why I can't wait to leave this shit hole. 3rd of January, just seems so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Oh, and aku excited because&lt;br /&gt;I figured out the configuration for GPRS sini.&lt;br /&gt;hehehe exctied ku eh&lt;br /&gt;but now my credit habis, so maseh jua inda dapat online with the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Sedih cha ku nah. Sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-1778726792170107694?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/1778726792170107694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=1778726792170107694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/1778726792170107694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/1778726792170107694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/12/without-you-im-miserable-at-best.html' title='Without You, I&apos;m Miserable At Best...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SUs37GAx7rI/AAAAAAAAAwg/mc4iQq9szT0/s72-c/DSC05274.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-2873538220406588094</id><published>2008-12-15T13:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T14:00:11.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know You Do It For Pleasure...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SUXu-c-MPaI/AAAAAAAAAwA/uLF3xzOFny0/s1600-h/PC143697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279888894858116514" style="WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SUXu-c-MPaI/AAAAAAAAAwA/uLF3xzOFny0/s400/PC143697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Had dinner out last night with a friend of dad's. Fancy place and good shit. Romantic lah that place; I would take him here &lt;i&gt;IF&lt;/i&gt; he were here. Wish you were here with me. Anyways, had some soup thing with crabs in them, then fried crabs, then uhh.. can't remember but paling nyaman the lobster. yummm~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SUXwJ4yb1vI/AAAAAAAAAwI/IsJtovmZ0xs/s1600-h/PC143708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279890190815188722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SUXwJ4yb1vI/AAAAAAAAAwI/IsJtovmZ0xs/s320/PC143708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I can't wait to go back home. It's just shit here and I miss him way too much. Mahal lagi to text and call him. I can't stand it anymore. I wish I could go back home earlier; like tomorrow-early. Boring bah sini ah. Memalui di rumah tah ganya. But hey, &lt;b&gt;19 days&lt;/b&gt; isn't long, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SUXyGlMjmJI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/QLOkerVR8Ww/s1600-h/PC143678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279892333039687826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SUXyGlMjmJI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/QLOkerVR8Ww/s320/PC143678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;nah kan, memalui.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-2873538220406588094?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/2873538220406588094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=2873538220406588094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/2873538220406588094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/2873538220406588094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-know-you-do-it-for-pleasure.html' title='I Know You Do It For Pleasure...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SUXu-c-MPaI/AAAAAAAAAwA/uLF3xzOFny0/s72-c/PC143697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-6925698551070685066</id><published>2008-12-14T16:18:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T13:28:44.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Contradict The Fact That You Still Want Me Around...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pictures saja for today ah;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SUTCnEzST5I/AAAAAAAAAvo/WSGgiom1tuc/s1600-h/PC133646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279558639744602002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SUTCnEzST5I/AAAAAAAAAvo/WSGgiom1tuc/s320/PC133646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;straight up gangsta. HAHAHA!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SUTGuPBdwFI/AAAAAAAAAvw/-1Na9YesuGI/s1600-h/PC133635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279563160794021970" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SUTGuPBdwFI/AAAAAAAAAvw/-1Na9YesuGI/s320/PC133635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping outside;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SUTG4WH3bXI/AAAAAAAAAv4/WUUN5KnG9QM/s1600-h/PC133668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279563334498610546" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SUTG4WH3bXI/AAAAAAAAAv4/WUUN5KnG9QM/s320/PC133668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping inside.&lt;br /&gt;ai, atu ganya ada. hehe sorrie =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20 days&lt;/b&gt; and I'm back home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-6925698551070685066?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/6925698551070685066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=6925698551070685066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/6925698551070685066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/6925698551070685066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/12/weve-gone-through-good-and-bad.html' title='You Contradict The Fact That You Still Want Me Around...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SUTCnEzST5I/AAAAAAAAAvo/WSGgiom1tuc/s72-c/PC133646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-5226706390578214547</id><published>2008-12-12T12:42:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T21:57:02.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Got A Way Of Making Things Okay When He's Not Around...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SUHr_nyCncI/AAAAAAAAAug/asJfzHIaqfQ/s1600-h/DSC05251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278759716498087362" style="WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SUHr_nyCncI/AAAAAAAAAug/asJfzHIaqfQ/s400/DSC05251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8th December&lt;/b&gt;: my flight to Vietnam. He came late; like &lt;em&gt;5-minutes-lagi-kan-masuk-boarding&lt;/em&gt; late. I wasn't pissed at that moment, because I really wanted him there. I was just.. kusut. So I waited... and waited... and waited... I'm glad he made it though. I'm glad that I got to see him before I left. There's a point to this but let me just say how my flight went. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278760634350605842" style="WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SUHs1DDIlhI/AAAAAAAAAuo/G4uxQBHCSyA/s400/DSC05266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know that I’m gonna be coming back but I was so sad to leave. Macam meninggalkan forever wah rasanya. Anyways, it took 2 hours and a half to get to Bangkok. Sampai sana, me and Aishah ate Burger King and then just roamed about the airport, killing time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SUHxV7Ux5KI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/J7EQhUAnzXM/s1600-h/DSC05275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278765597259326626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SUHxV7Ux5KI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/J7EQhUAnzXM/s320/DSC05275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My phone was out of battery so we went around and around looking for a plug. We found one at Whittard of Chelsea. A coffee place. Bali saja lah any drink supaya dapat stay sana. But hey, the drink expensive and it tasted like shit. Buduh banar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278765910602842322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SUHxoKnsgNI/AAAAAAAAAvY/entHs_NEogY/s320/DSC05283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then ke Duty Free before masuk gate. Bali kan momster some chocolate and saja-saja taking pictures to kill the sadness, as well as the time. Then got on the plane, took 1 hour and a half, I think and safely landed at Hanoi, Vietnam =) Mom was excited at first and now, entah ah, she’s like how she used to be when me and Aishah are around her: marah-marah inda pedah-pedah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278762218890903218" style="WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SUHuRR6-vrI/AAAAAAAAAvA/BBxrla7RWiE/s400/DSC05286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyways, point of this blog. Yesterday I got pissed off. I don’t know if it’s a good reason to be pissed off or not but it’s about his obsession with soccer. I didn’t mind in the beginning, but now, it’s just.. annoying. I mean it’s okay to be obsessed about something, just don’t forget others around you. It’s like soccer first then me. I just need to get this out of me so here it goes. I remember once he was gonna come over and I waited dari awal pagi, I was excited he was coming over. But then ada someone message him bawa main bula, he canceled on me to go play soccer. It was hard for me to be with him at first because of my parents. It’s not like this is the only chance ia dapat main bula. Can’t believe he canceled on me. Do I mean nothing to you? But it wasn’t that big of a deal that time so I didn’t care, ada kusut-kusut lah dikit. Then there’s everytime kan booking padang, awal tah ya bangun tu. Cuba tah kan mengaga aku, jarang berabis kan awal-awal. Latest example, I was gonna travel on the 8th, and he came late. I mean, is that right? Am I suppose to feel okay when he’s late for me and never late for soccer? Maybe I’m wrong but this is really getting to me. And then when they were one player short, and they don’t have enough cash to pay for the futsal tournament happening today, di pajal jua mencari that one last person. Ah! I don’t know how to explain this. Anyways, semangat wah ia kan main atu. Now that the tournament’s today, they’re short 4 players? Luan dipajal, ane makin kurang tah pulang nah. What’s the point of paying so much when noone’s gonna come anyways? He woke up early for this. When it comes to me, it’s like I’m nothing to him, you know. I don’t know. I don’t know how to put this in words anymore. All the anger is just building up in me. This is the best I can do. I hoped that he’ll get it one day, I showed him that I was pissed. I just hoped that he’ll figure it out himself. But he didn’t. So I’ll just post this up. Maybe he’ll read it. Maybe he won’t. It doesn’t really matter anymore. I just can’t stand it. I’m sorry. I just needed to get this out of me. So so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SUHxomAeYdI/AAAAAAAAAvg/iVcxHa8uLEg/s1600-h/Image1655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278765917954531794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SUHxomAeYdI/AAAAAAAAAvg/iVcxHa8uLEg/s320/Image1655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And like I always say, &lt;i&gt;he’s got a way of making things okay when he’s not around&lt;/i&gt;. He does. Last night he called and everything’s just.. okay. It’s okay. I’ll get over it I guess. I do still love you. I really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-5226706390578214547?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/5226706390578214547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=5226706390578214547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/5226706390578214547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/5226706390578214547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/12/hes-got-way-of-making-things-okay-when.html' title='He&apos;s Got A Way Of Making Things Okay When He&apos;s Not Around...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SUHr_nyCncI/AAAAAAAAAug/asJfzHIaqfQ/s72-c/DSC05251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-5403928328073535043</id><published>2008-12-10T11:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T21:54:27.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Can't I Feel Anything For Anyone Other Than You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/ST8-rMcYMqI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ANbMJTKd4Q0/s1600-h/PC063595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278006200097059490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/ST8-rMcYMqI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ANbMJTKd4Q0/s320/PC063595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The neighborhood;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Second day without him around; I'm so not used to this. Can't wait till I go back home, I can't stand this. Imissyou baby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-5403928328073535043?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/5403928328073535043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=5403928328073535043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/5403928328073535043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/5403928328073535043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-cant-i-feel-anything-for-anyone.html' title='Why Can&apos;t I Feel Anything For Anyone Other Than You...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/ST8-rMcYMqI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ANbMJTKd4Q0/s72-c/PC063595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-6315127322909862119</id><published>2008-12-05T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:17:02.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Is Just A Part Of The Things He Does That Amaze Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eh, I was in the mood to blog earlier, tapi ane hilang sudah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kana ceramah; lost my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Update&lt;/u&gt;: I'll be off to &lt;b&gt;Vietnam&lt;/b&gt; on the &lt;i&gt;8th of December&lt;/i&gt;, this Monday, at 12 noon with Aishah. Transit ke &lt;b&gt;Thailand&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;b&gt;FOUR&lt;/b&gt; fucking hours. Shit. Anyways, I'll be back with my mama on the &lt;i&gt;3rd of January&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/STlEkcHsAsI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/9Te7NbgDFb8/s1600-h/DSC05125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/STlEkcHsAsI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/9Te7NbgDFb8/s400/DSC05125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276323831255663298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Come on love, run with me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-6315127322909862119?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/6315127322909862119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=6315127322909862119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/6315127322909862119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/6315127322909862119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/12/cute-is-just-part-of-things-he-does.html' title='Cute Is Just A Part Of The Things He Does That Amaze Me...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/STlEkcHsAsI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/9Te7NbgDFb8/s72-c/DSC05125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-5929950648284449881</id><published>2008-12-03T00:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:30:09.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Looks Best Without His Clothes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/STVp5nBPp0I/AAAAAAAAAtw/ydAFZBq0Ytw/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/STVp5nBPp0I/AAAAAAAAAtw/ydAFZBq0Ytw/s320/DSC00004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275238976982067010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/STVtrnb5ixI/AAAAAAAAAt4/2ZVWqY9mjwI/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/STVtrnb5ixI/AAAAAAAAAt4/2ZVWqY9mjwI/s320/DSC00025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275243134622206738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not much to say: went out again today. Only planned to antar my passport arah Babu Janah and give some cash to Usu for stuff to buy kan bawa ke Vietnam for my mom. Oh yeah, I'm off to Vietnam, most probably on the 8th with Aishah. She's staying there, I'm coming back here before school starts with mama. However, we ended up lepak at Judin's, saja-saja main ping pong and then ate at McDonalds after ke communist bali Saw 5; violent eh cerita atu. So yeap, not much to say; here's some pictures from today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/STVvx9LFEZI/AAAAAAAAAuI/upMLPi4Epkw/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 615px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/STVvx9LFEZI/AAAAAAAAAuI/upMLPi4Epkw/s400/DSC00029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275245442559709586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-5929950648284449881?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/5929950648284449881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=5929950648284449881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/5929950648284449881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/5929950648284449881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/12/he-looks-best-without-his-clothes.html' title='He Looks Best Without His Clothes...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/STVp5nBPp0I/AAAAAAAAAtw/ydAFZBq0Ytw/s72-c/DSC00004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-3060303357264734255</id><published>2008-12-01T23:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:12:10.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light Breaks Through A Crack In The Shades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;An anniversary I did not expect. As you know, well if you don't know, Judin's car kana tarik. So it's hard just having one car for their whole family. Today he had no transport to come to my house; ia bekarih jogging from lambak to rimba. He left around 4? I'm not so sure and he arrived here almost 7. Kesian eh. He expected me to be happy but my first words to him, &lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;"buduh tah banar!~"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; banar jua tu, sweet tapi such an idiotic thing to do. Jauh wah tu. But but but~ yep, he made me smile like an idiot. Sorry baby~ it's stupid but who could blame you for your stupidity, right? hehehe nadawah~ iloveyou so much&lt;3&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/STQKpv2LuKI/AAAAAAAAAtY/VOjzFhCPsm4/s1600-h/DSC00604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/STQKpv2LuKI/AAAAAAAAAtY/VOjzFhCPsm4/s320/DSC00604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274852775892334754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;urang samseng baru sampai di rimba&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While waiting for si samseng, Azhaam and Aishah ke Giant bali stuff to eat and stuff Amit kirim. They got Betty Crocker's brownies mix, as well as the walnut chocolate chip cookies mix. Oh, and ada ice cream jua tapi I'm not allowed to eat it yet, bummer. Kana marah because of my sore throat =( Anyways, after Judin arrived we made the cookies. Nyaaaamaaan~ and uh, that's pretty much it. Dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/STQLpvhLSSI/AAAAAAAAAtg/j9zEjnyL-T4/s1600-h/DSC00612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/STQLpvhLSSI/AAAAAAAAAtg/j9zEjnyL-T4/s320/DSC00612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274853875315853602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/STQLp9fWTOI/AAAAAAAAAto/M2xnaU-XOe4/s1600-h/DSC00616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/STQLp9fWTOI/AAAAAAAAAto/M2xnaU-XOe4/s320/DSC00616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274853879066283234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;outcome. mau?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-3060303357264734255?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/3060303357264734255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=3060303357264734255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/3060303357264734255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/3060303357264734255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/12/light-breaks-through-crack-in-shades.html' title='Light Breaks Through A Crack In The Shades...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/STQKpv2LuKI/AAAAAAAAAtY/VOjzFhCPsm4/s72-c/DSC00604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-9022526136916380745</id><published>2008-12-01T14:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T15:10:11.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Noticing Nothing Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/STOIJIHitjI/AAAAAAAAAtA/jfCoS5wC9Tc/s1600-h/1_573202268l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/STOIJIHitjI/AAAAAAAAAtA/jfCoS5wC9Tc/s320/1_573202268l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274709278960301618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I would like to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/b&gt; to both &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adam&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Merve&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/STOMROVFV5I/AAAAAAAAAtI/_DJCXx5hB8A/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/STOMROVFV5I/AAAAAAAAAtI/_DJCXx5hB8A/s320/DSC00034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274713816113174418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Second, &lt;i&gt;happy anniversary&lt;/i&gt; to my "geng" hahaha i love you~ even though you sorta forgot. Anyways, Aishah's gonna be leaving soon for Vietnam, one more week, maybe. Yes she's a pain but hey, she's entertaining. Macam boring if she's not around. I guess I'm just gonna have to get used to it. Eh, I thought I had much to blog; I'm blank. I have nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/STONuj3Aw0I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Ab_VjiHsiGk/s1600-h/DssSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/STONuj3Aw0I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Ab_VjiHsiGk/s320/DssSC00007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274715419620459330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-9022526136916380745?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/9022526136916380745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=9022526136916380745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/9022526136916380745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/9022526136916380745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/12/youre-noticing-nothing-again.html' title='You&apos;re Noticing Nothing Again...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/STOIJIHitjI/AAAAAAAAAtA/jfCoS5wC9Tc/s72-c/1_573202268l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-3057828091500890475</id><published>2008-11-27T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:02:31.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Just Aiming To Please...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SS6-4O7t_KI/AAAAAAAAAsw/uk6ro-mR_UI/s1600-h/DSC00595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SS6-4O7t_KI/AAAAAAAAAsw/uk6ro-mR_UI/s320/DSC00595.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273362086987955362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been 9 months since I last drank. Today macam inda tahan so I drank a bit and man did it feel good. I guess I needed it to release a bit of stress. Did it help? Sort of. Not so much though but hey, it made me happy. Plus today was my last day in Maktab Duli; not officially the last day of school but I don't plan going on Saturday so yes, my last day was today. It kind of sucked in a way because ada problem with the friends. &lt;i&gt;Dee&lt;/i&gt; badmood pasal me and Nisah inda skulah on Wednesday when she planned a farwell party for &lt;i&gt;Nisah&lt;/i&gt;, the only one along with &lt;i&gt;Eira&lt;/i&gt; staying back in MD. The others semua pindah to Katok next year. But anyways, I guess its kinda of okay now after Dee texted me; I guess I'll see them on the 7th of December, picnic di pantai as she planned. Had a party thing for maths at noon today. Kanyang berabis ku makan all the kinds of food kana bawa. Aku bawa parut saja hahaha sorry guys. Nada time kan buy stuff. And no, I don't have pictures; no camera, no pictures lah. Anyways, I'll miss those people yang staying, thanks for a good year. Happy holiday everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SS7DxndK8aI/AAAAAAAAAs4/6U3Gt6qiEBg/s1600-h/Image1688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SS7DxndK8aI/AAAAAAAAAs4/6U3Gt6qiEBg/s320/Image1688.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273367470869770658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ouuhhh and Jazie ada new cat, &lt;b&gt;Samson&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Aneh bah nama nya ah but the cat cute.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a cat person but this cat's an execption =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-3057828091500890475?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/3057828091500890475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=3057828091500890475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/3057828091500890475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/3057828091500890475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-just-aiming-to-please.html' title='I&apos;m Just Aiming To Please...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SS6-4O7t_KI/AAAAAAAAAsw/uk6ro-mR_UI/s72-c/DSC00595.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-8107988224439042934</id><published>2008-11-23T03:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:36:57.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaking Out Is Really Overrated...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally changed layout :)&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, I know batah sudah inda blog;&lt;br /&gt;payah bah relocating saja ane.&lt;br /&gt;I'll have you all know, I still am stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking stressed out. And broke.&lt;br /&gt;Dead broke.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SShctnCpEXI/AAAAAAAAAso/ZELbUYtm0Ow/s1600-h/n633945617_271355_4578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SShctnCpEXI/AAAAAAAAAso/ZELbUYtm0Ow/s320/n633945617_271355_4578.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271565302481097074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;the good old days&lt;/i&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, nasib jua inda lagi batah &lt;b&gt;cuti&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;One&lt;/u&gt; more &lt;u&gt;week&lt;/u&gt; of hell =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yes, I &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; I passed Lower 6.&lt;br /&gt;Passed with:&lt;br /&gt;Maths - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Literature - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English AS - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sociology - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Total average 41.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Awu, I'm proud of it; even though it's a shitty grade =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-8107988224439042934?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/8107988224439042934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=8107988224439042934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/8107988224439042934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/8107988224439042934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-old-days-3-finally-changed-layout.html' title='Freaking Out Is Really Overrated...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SShctnCpEXI/AAAAAAAAAso/ZELbUYtm0Ow/s72-c/n633945617_271355_4578.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-7183923331487749702</id><published>2008-10-01T02:21:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T03:03:12.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Could Be My Someone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;iloveyou :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I start? Random topic for the night; the one thing I wanted to ask him, I didn't get the answer. However, there was a whole lot of story behind him. Before, I said to myself that I don't wanna know his whole past, not everything. But tonight, I think everything came out. I know he used to play around with other girls, and I mean plaaaaay with them but tonight, I could see the clear picture. Him. Girls. Sex. Drinks. Drugs. Everything. It was kinda hard to take in everything in one night but who could blame him? It's not like I'm any different from him. But hey, ia luan belabih. Me? Did the same things he did but not.. that random? Different chick, different night. Am I relieved? You could say so. At least I don't question him anymore. So yes, pretty glad that this came out tonight. I really didn't see this coming tonight. Had my share. Had his share. So we're all good :) But then... it kinda gets me thinking though. I don't know. All this time, I've been assuming wrong. I had my eyes and ears out for Myra. But she's no threat to me. It's Bella. He loved her most. Does he still...? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*kinda regret listening to everything.. kinda..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, all the happiness had to be ruined. AmitDiah ceramah-ed me and Aishah, well mostly just me cause she ran off to the room. She left me alone. Sat there, listened to her talk the same shit all over again.. and again.. and again.. and again.. An hour and a half? Sure as hell felt like six fucking hours! But anyways, overall.. pretty good night. Slept through the day, woke up to eat sungkai and then this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ouh Ouh Ouh~&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya &amp;amp; Maaf Zahir dan Batin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;Especially my parents, I'm sorry for everything that I've done.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you can forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TRY&lt;/span&gt; not be.. what you don't want me to be :)&lt;br /&gt;Miss you guys loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-7183923331487749702?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/7183923331487749702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=7183923331487749702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/7183923331487749702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/7183923331487749702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-could-be-my-someone.html' title='You Could Be My Someone...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-3520394673850453875</id><published>2008-09-29T17:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T05:19:12.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brilliant Mistakes That You Seem To Make Always Push Me Away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chipsmore.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I said to myself, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't let it get to your head. Don't let it get to your fucking head, Kadie. Maybe you'll get it wrong, as usual. And later, the most you could do is just blame yourself."&lt;/span&gt; Anyways, I'm starting to dislike such a word, for reasons that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; don't or won't explain to me. Once I asked, you said you don't know. Then it's there; thank you phone logs. And now it's here again, online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I don't get it. I really don't. Hope everything will make some sense someday, one day&lt;/span&gt;. What's there to hide??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SOCgEnmz9cI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/YytteNlgTTU/s1600-h/DSC03328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SOCgEnmz9cI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/YytteNlgTTU/s320/DSC03328.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251373166725690818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I wanna go to Pantai Tungku;&lt;br /&gt;get my thoughts out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So what's been happening?&lt;br /&gt;- currently &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt;; three days now..&lt;br /&gt;- quite &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;depressed&lt;/span&gt; to hear that my kain for raya is re-sized from 21 to 29. 8 centimeters..&lt;br /&gt;- got a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haircut&lt;/span&gt;; not used to it yet cause it's.. short..&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bothered&lt;/span&gt; by "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chipsmore&lt;/span&gt;", whatever the fuck it is..&lt;br /&gt;- and also by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;his past&lt;/span&gt;; finally got me thinking you know..&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pissed&lt;/span&gt; off cause my iPod is still fucked..&lt;br /&gt;- and yes, berry berry&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; clueless&lt;/span&gt; of what to do about my other beloved..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- oh! and I want a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;new layout&lt;/span&gt;; just can't seem to find a pretty one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- it makes me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wonder&lt;/span&gt; at times; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why can't I feel anything for anyone other than you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DäMn ey!!C2 rùpänya prängäi nyä-ChùbÝ kr!ztL fm907.. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chipsmore.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;murdercute_2309&lt;br /&gt;i'm assuming that's a girl.. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;first thing to see when she comes online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;buduh eh, gitau saja wah!!&lt;br /&gt;FUCK THIS!! sasak ku eh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-3520394673850453875?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/3520394673850453875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=3520394673850453875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/3520394673850453875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/3520394673850453875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/09/brilliant-mistakes-that-you-seem-to.html' title='The Brilliant Mistakes That You Seem To Make Always Push Me Away...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SOCgEnmz9cI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/YytteNlgTTU/s72-c/DSC03328.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-535864706428444523</id><published>2008-09-19T19:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T03:04:34.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember More Than You'd Like To Forget...</title><content type='html'>Okay, this might be a bit late but yeah;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;scratch everything.&lt;/s&gt;     I'm staying in Brunei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As cruel as she can be,&lt;br /&gt;and not to forget annoying at times;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i miss my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and my dad&lt;/span&gt; =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish you guys the best&lt;br /&gt;and I'll try not to be as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"gauk"&lt;/span&gt; as you say I am.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I am, but yeah, I'll do my best for you.&lt;br /&gt;iloveyou :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-535864706428444523?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/535864706428444523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=535864706428444523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/535864706428444523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/535864706428444523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/09/remember-more-than-youd-like-to-forget.html' title='Remember More Than You&apos;d Like To Forget...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-3048622812617069093</id><published>2008-08-09T18:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T15:31:25.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Your Heart Just To Wait A Little Longer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SJ1zNounNiI/AAAAAAAAAfI/K0zmTXwdJFk/s1600-h/cBaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SJ1zNounNiI/AAAAAAAAAfI/K0zmTXwdJFk/s320/cBaby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232465020182804002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay safe, stay strong&lt;br /&gt;and let me know that &lt;i&gt;you'll be here&lt;/i&gt; while &lt;u&gt;I'm gone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-3048622812617069093?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/3048622812617069093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=3048622812617069093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/3048622812617069093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/3048622812617069093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/08/tell-your-heart-to-wait-just-little.html' title='Tell Your Heart Just To Wait A Little Longer...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SJ1zNounNiI/AAAAAAAAAfI/K0zmTXwdJFk/s72-c/cBaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-1850042713893678348</id><published>2008-08-08T18:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T19:32:45.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Faith You've Found I've Never Felt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;To those I told I might be heading off to Japan, I'm sorry. Wrong information.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I just found out that we're gonna be sent off to &lt;u&gt;Vietnam.&lt;/u&gt; How gay. I argued with my dad for about 2 hours, cause I don't wanna go. I wanna stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: dengan siapa ko kan tinggal?&lt;br /&gt;Me: amit diah ada jua&lt;br /&gt;Dad: ngantar-ngambil kau skulah bah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I wanted to say Judin, but it's my dad. I was too scared*&lt;br /&gt;After a while, he thought about if I stayed. He asked IF I stayed would I wanna move to JIS? Hell yes! But then, my friends back in Maktab Duli. I can't just leave them you know. And plus, if I go to JIS my dad said that I'll be staying at the hostel. I don't wanna stay there. I don't know what to do. I wanna stay here, but I don't wanna live at the hostel. I wanna stay, but no no for the hostel.. What to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-1850042713893678348?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/1850042713893678348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=1850042713893678348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/1850042713893678348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/1850042713893678348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/08/faith-youve-found-ive-never-felt.html' title='The Faith You&apos;ve Found I&apos;ve Never Felt...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-3134302222415681611</id><published>2008-08-08T13:42:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:08:10.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infatuation Turning Into Disease...</title><content type='html'>Actual date : &lt;i&gt;August 5th, 2008&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day didn't go as we planned;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy 18th Birthday&lt;br /&gt;Dee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SJvgX6Xbz9I/AAAAAAAAAe4/yCBysr75eWg/s1600-h/DSC00384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SJvgX6Xbz9I/AAAAAAAAAe4/yCBysr75eWg/s400/DSC00384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232022093530124242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SJvgoqe6bNI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Quauhw7hhaI/s1600-h/DSC00385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SJvgoqe6bNI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Quauhw7hhaI/s320/DSC00385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232022381324299474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and happy bithday to &lt;u&gt;Aling&lt;/u&gt; as well, &lt;i&gt;7th August&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and to my fat brother, &lt;u&gt;Ajis&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;i&gt;8th August&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;may you both stay chubby :) if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i can't guess if it's gonna be okay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my last wish is that you do this with me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiss me here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and hold my hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and let me feel like i'm the only one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-3134302222415681611?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/3134302222415681611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=3134302222415681611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/3134302222415681611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/3134302222415681611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/08/infatuation-turning-into-disease.html' title='Infatuation Turning Into Disease...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SJvgX6Xbz9I/AAAAAAAAAe4/yCBysr75eWg/s72-c/DSC00384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-8815362410790986762</id><published>2008-08-03T00:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:07:08.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Have You Know I'm Scared To Death...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you suggest I do &lt;u&gt;now&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;A part of me wants to keep it.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't. Not right now.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to though&lt;/s&gt; :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-8815362410790986762?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/8815362410790986762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=8815362410790986762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/8815362410790986762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/8815362410790986762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-have-you-know-im-scared-to-death.html' title='I&apos;ll Have You Know I&apos;m Scared To Death...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-2645840997627706547</id><published>2008-08-03T00:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:54:16.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss Your Hummings Between Our Breaths...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Class Photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SJSOhbQkWOI/AAAAAAAAAeo/m_YgxHd70g0/s1600-h/IMG_2590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SJSOhbQkWOI/AAAAAAAAAeo/m_YgxHd70g0/s320/IMG_2590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229961772188063970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;formal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SJSOhlk7uHI/AAAAAAAAAew/lJ_pYRXZAFs/s1600-h/IMG_2591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SJSOhlk7uHI/AAAAAAAAAew/lJ_pYRXZAFs/s320/IMG_2591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229961774957836402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;informal&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yeah, that's all I have for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;-i'm wrapped around in this useless state of mind-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-2645840997627706547?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/2645840997627706547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=2645840997627706547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/2645840997627706547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/2645840997627706547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-miss-your-hummings-between-our.html' title='I Miss Your Hummings Between Our Breaths...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SJSOhbQkWOI/AAAAAAAAAeo/m_YgxHd70g0/s72-c/IMG_2590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-4365248931512753210</id><published>2008-08-01T19:08:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:55:24.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come On, Love, Run With Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm so frustrated about my pimples. It just grows and grows and never stops growing; in size AND quantity! Buduh banar eh! And... I've been trying to blog about the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;family-sukan-ria&lt;/span&gt;' event the other day but I can't find the USB cable for the freaking camera. On top of that, I saw some conversations in his phone that I regret reading cause that's all I think about now. You know, them. Fuck you guys! As for him, why does he still have them?! &lt;s&gt;Kalau beguna dorang maseh agatah pulang!!&lt;/s&gt; Stress saja memikirkan! Gosh~ anyways, here are some pictures (don't mind the face expressions.) This is just to show the birth of my pimples! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;FUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-before and after's-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SJMA2Yh71PI/AAAAAAAAAdg/XFyLxUcZM0M/s1600-h/DSC00159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SJMA2Yh71PI/AAAAAAAAAdg/XFyLxUcZM0M/s200/DSC00159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229524526604997874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SJMB4dJRMWI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/sqCf4evDv20/s1600-h/Picture006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SJMB4dJRMWI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/sqCf4evDv20/s200/Picture006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229525661715083618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SJMA13qQSjI/AAAAAAAAAdI/LPmc7e7kxEg/s1600-h/DSC00156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SJMA13qQSjI/AAAAAAAAAdI/LPmc7e7kxEg/s200/DSC00156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229524517781522994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SJMB4PfSiDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_Solg5BBxsY/s1600-h/Picture003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SJMB4PfSiDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_Solg5BBxsY/s200/Picture003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229525658049349682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SJMA2Y_P2rI/AAAAAAAAAdo/P_3Sp5ZO_BE/s1600-h/DSC00160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SJMA2Y_P2rI/AAAAAAAAAdo/P_3Sp5ZO_BE/s200/DSC00160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229524526727944882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SJMB4T3rtsI/AAAAAAAAAeI/v9S39kJWGZU/s1600-h/Picture005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SJMB4T3rtsI/AAAAAAAAAeI/v9S39kJWGZU/s200/Picture005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229525659225405122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SJMA1yAN79I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/xkFQ8LO3jWs/s1600-h/DSC00157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SJMA1yAN79I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/xkFQ8LO3jWs/s200/DSC00157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229524516263030738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SJMB3zKFThI/AAAAAAAAAdw/AiWAZTtpOfg/s1600-h/Picture001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SJMB3zKFThI/AAAAAAAAAdw/AiWAZTtpOfg/s200/Picture001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229525650444209682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SJMA2Hu64AI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Mm6gryQhltw/s1600-h/DSC00158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SJMA2Hu64AI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Mm6gryQhltw/s200/DSC00158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229524522096058370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SJMB4SrPGlI/AAAAAAAAAeA/i1OayY8DrXc/s1600-h/Picture004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SJMB4SrPGlI/AAAAAAAAAeA/i1OayY8DrXc/s200/Picture004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229525658904762962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;s&gt;buduh banar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aaaaahhhh!!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bazilahhh; says:&lt;br /&gt;ahhah, kau makan makanan beminyakk wah tu. its okay, mana jua nampak. *lies*&lt;br /&gt;Bazilahhh; says:&lt;br /&gt;mcm red mountains saja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makes me feel so much better :)&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha ku tumbuk ko pulang karang xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-4365248931512753210?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/4365248931512753210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=4365248931512753210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/4365248931512753210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/4365248931512753210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/08/come-on-love-run-with-me.html' title='Come On, Love, Run With Me...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SJMA2Yh71PI/AAAAAAAAAdg/XFyLxUcZM0M/s72-c/DSC00159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-7069860241226930764</id><published>2008-07-18T15:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:56:18.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope This One Won't Scar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our days are repeating like it's all we know;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;and i don't wanna hear her name anymore.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fascinate me. Really.&lt;br /&gt;I can spend a day just looking at you. I love when you smile. I like the way you tease me. I like the way you talk to me; never had anyone like you before. I like how cute you look when you smile. Did I mention I love your smile? I like that feeling when you hug me tightly. Those few minutes are the ones I think about when I'm alone. I like how easily you seem to be able to make my day seem perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make a list. A list of all the things I like about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though sometimes I still wish.&lt;br /&gt;Someday.. Just someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;but it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;i'll stop wishing someday.&lt;br /&gt;one fine day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-7069860241226930764?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/7069860241226930764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=7069860241226930764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/7069860241226930764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/7069860241226930764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/07/hope-this-one-wont-scar.html' title='Hope This One Won&apos;t Scar...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-4860463292604509876</id><published>2008-07-11T19:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T18:29:32.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day You &amp; I Will Be Free...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so long, you would think that you would have so much to blog. My thought. But I guess I was wrong. This post.. it's been empty for the last hour or so. I'm blank. Completely blank. Anyways, a 'thing' just stroke my head. I think me and Judin are okay now :) I mean, my parents accepting him as my boyfriend. This is what happened: I was on my way home from Jud's place (Thursday. July 10th, 2008). Well, I didn't exactly go to school yesterday, more like my dad dropped me off at the school's dinning hall around 6.45-ish and Jud's came pick me up from there. Didn't feel like going to school yesterday, it's a Thursday. I hate Thursdays. So, what was I saying? Oh yeah, I  was on my way back home and both my parents didn't go to work. Jud's saw someone at the passenger seat of the swift car, it's door was open and so was the front door of my house. We assumed it was my dad. Then I got fucking scared, I had no idea on how to get home. So I messaged Aishah, to make sure where both my parents were. She told me my mom already saw Judin from out the window of her room. Me, more terrified. Blah blah blah~ Judin called up my mom and told her that he's gonna drop me off. So he did drop me off. My mom yelled and screamed. But I deafened myself. Can't be bothered to hear what she has to say... However, today she said, "kalau kan beboyfriend bisai-bisai saja. jaga nama atu. balik skulah tarus kerumah, jangan tah kan bejaur" basically, she's letting me go with Judin, right? eeeeeee~ i'm so happy :) it's not yet confirmed but who cares? I'm gonna think of it as 'lapas sudah' :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh right, the other day, can't exactly remember when, we went to Miri. Abg G-Zul, me, Bibi, Inah and Jazie in a car. Nini and the Irings in another. Pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SHdTHN9WL4I/AAAAAAAAAb4/9jd96iJ8gsQ/s1600-h/loved435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SHdTHN9WL4I/AAAAAAAAAb4/9jd96iJ8gsQ/s200/loved435.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221733676430536578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPAIN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe sexy wah the bottle x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SHdTGhiRSnI/AAAAAAAAAbo/LaYozIGcE0k/s1600-h/DSC00206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SHdTGhiRSnI/AAAAAAAAAbo/LaYozIGcE0k/s200/DSC00206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221733664505809522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SHdTGyjGM6I/AAAAAAAAAbw/6W9EmDj1m5U/s1600-h/DSC00208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SHdTGyjGM6I/AAAAAAAAAbw/6W9EmDj1m5U/s200/DSC00208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221733669072679842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SHiD7BxgVoI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ozu8dsK_2Wk/s1600-h/DSC03167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SHiD7BxgVoI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ozu8dsK_2Wk/s200/DSC03167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222068818047686274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SHiD7THlKNI/AAAAAAAAAcI/t86y3wdBfac/s1600-h/loved443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SHiD7THlKNI/AAAAAAAAAcI/t86y3wdBfac/s200/loved443.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222068822703679698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SHiEcuMfiRI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ATRBBsDMPD8/s1600-h/loved445.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SHiEcuMfiRI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ATRBBsDMPD8/s1600-h/loved445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SHiEcuMfiRI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ATRBBsDMPD8/s200/loved445.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222069396907723026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SHiEdMfaTCI/AAAAAAAAAcY/FVRIF96DR1k/s1600-h/loved447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SHiEdMfaTCI/AAAAAAAAAcY/FVRIF96DR1k/s200/loved447.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222069405040135202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a rainbow on the way back home :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to show you how crappy&lt;br /&gt;the camera on my phone is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SHiHZTELdfI/AAAAAAAAAcw/P61kMHADTGs/s1600-h/DSC00213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SHiHZTELdfI/AAAAAAAAAcw/P61kMHADTGs/s320/DSC00213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222072636620371442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SHiHZtpi48I/AAAAAAAAAc4/OssDKJEacCM/s1600-h/loved451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SHiHZtpi48I/AAAAAAAAAc4/OssDKJEacCM/s320/loved451.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222072643756417986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is Jazie's shot&lt;br /&gt;pretty :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Happy Belated Birthday&lt;br /&gt;Mina Ilhan =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;sorry I didn't call you up,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to but I was low on credit,&lt;br /&gt;and still am.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, I hope you received my message.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you and Merve so fucking much!&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-4860463292604509876?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/4860463292604509876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=4860463292604509876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/4860463292604509876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/4860463292604509876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-day-you-i-will-be-free.html' title='One Day You &amp; I Will Be Free...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SHdTHN9WL4I/AAAAAAAAAb4/9jd96iJ8gsQ/s72-c/loved435.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-797471666908524174</id><published>2008-06-22T22:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:50:24.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Lie Until They Run Out Of Questions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I have this image of myself, when I get a car, I'll be buying a can of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ginger Beer&lt;/span&gt; and a pack of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pall Mall&lt;/span&gt;, green. I don't know, I see myself buying just those two things everytime I'd be in need of cigarettes. And no, I haven't quit... it's too hard. Plus, all the shit that's been happening these days is making it harder for me to quit. Gosh, I'm in desperate needs of ciggies right now. I mean NOW! What's really bothering me? One thing is the cut on my feet, just above my toe. Okay, it might look like a small cut but I'm the type of person who don't handle pain very well. I can barely walk, fucking painful. Glad it's the holidays though. If it weren't the holidays, then I'd be more, how you say "kusut" cause I wouldn't be able to go to school. Not excited for the studies but for Judin. I miss him, I think that's the reason for these pimples on my face, the other thing that's bothering me.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anyways,  the holiday so far... been bored to my ass crack, doing nothing: just sitting around and killing time. Don't eat as much either cause I get so tired just to go downstairs and get something to eat. If it wasn't for the injury then I wouldn't mind going up and down the stairs. Again, don't wanna make a big deal out of it but it hurts so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SF5nmRiHgII/AAAAAAAAAbY/83taSdqqvas/s1600-h/DSC00177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SF5nmRiHgII/AAAAAAAAAbY/83taSdqqvas/s320/DSC00177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214719325780803714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All this time sitting my ass at home made me think about alot of stuff, mainly about back in AD. I just miss everything I used to do, it was so much fun. I wasn't scared of anything back there, I could be myself where ever I go. Compared to here, it's not the same. How do I explain this? Well, back in AD, with Mina and Merve, where we go I don't care about what other people think of me. I'll laugh as loud as I can and not care if people are bothered from us or not. Here, it's the total opposite. I try to hide who I am, not on purpose. I guess it's cause I'm scared of what people think of me... Yeah, it is cause I'm scared of what others would think. I just wish Mina and Merve were around cause it's so much better having them around. I'm stressed of everything and I miss my piercing. The worst thing is, I only have one picture of it :( I wanna re-pierce it... should I? But where? And I don't have the cash.. aaahhh~ this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SF5qyqo9dzI/AAAAAAAAAbg/9GdvNr8WV2M/s1600-h/n633945617_69628_4480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SF5qyqo9dzI/AAAAAAAAAbg/9GdvNr8WV2M/s320/n633945617_69628_4480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214722837213706034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i miss this :'( badly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh! And my simcard!! Annual fee, 23rd of June. TOMORROW! Well, now it's more like in an hour. My parents won't give me cash for it. I don't have cash at all. I've been dry since God knows when. Fuck this, I'm fucking broke. I guess I'm gonna give back Judin's simcard back to him cause yeah, mine's gonna be dead and he's the one using it. I want that school allowance shit :( I can't believe I didn't get it. All the trouble of getting a bank account; trying to wake up early in the morning but end up waking up late and being scolded by my parents. Can all of this get any worse? I think I've been watching too much of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Name Is Earl&lt;/span&gt; to realize that this may be karma. Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-797471666908524174?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/797471666908524174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=797471666908524174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/797471666908524174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/797471666908524174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/06/expressing-myself.html' title='You Lie Until They Run Out Of Questions...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SF5nmRiHgII/AAAAAAAAAbY/83taSdqqvas/s72-c/DSC00177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-7795756550635555273</id><published>2008-06-20T16:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:51:25.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Still Feel You With The Taste Of Cigarettes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It got me thinking, I miss those days spent in AbuDhabi. I was just looking through some pictures and it's just so... fun. I've never had friends like the friends i had (and still have) back there. It's good to be home, around family and relatives. I do love them all, but I don't know.. From what I've experienced, so far, living here and living back in AD, I prefer it there. Yeah, I get homesick sometimes but I don't know.. I think it's Mina and Merve. I just can't be away from them I guess. Plus, these days, I haven't talked to them lately. I miss them alot. I love them more than anything, I swear. If I could just live those days again.. aaaahh~ i miss them so much. For now, all I've got are memories. Soon, I hope to see you guys again. I can't wait :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some random pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SFtt2J0ddqI/AAAAAAAAAaw/FKL4bZqCzB0/s1600-h/n633945617_514911_2078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SFtt2J0ddqI/AAAAAAAAAaw/FKL4bZqCzB0/s200/n633945617_514911_2078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213881770727798434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bitches :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't there when you guys took this.&lt;br /&gt;When was this? hahaha I have no idea&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i miss you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SFtqpgdNuNI/AAAAAAAAAag/vxvlYNO78zE/s1600-h/214948192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SFtqpgdNuNI/AAAAAAAAAag/vxvlYNO78zE/s200/214948192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213878254931130578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 25th, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was finals? Mina, Aishah and Quba went to get new shoes.&lt;br /&gt;and then... ta-da! we're all wearing the same shoes :)&lt;br /&gt;well, sorta.&lt;br /&gt;point it, first time with the black converses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SFtt2J0ddqI/AAAAAAAAAaw/FKL4bZqCzB0/s1600-h/n633945617_514911_2078.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SFtrkNQlO3I/AAAAAAAAAao/1e3FWTmmFyo/s1600-h/214934049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SFtrkNQlO3I/AAAAAAAAAao/1e3FWTmmFyo/s200/214934049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213879263390153586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December 28th, 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baskin Robbins, Abu Dhabi Mall.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Merve fell off her chair hahahahaha good times.&lt;br /&gt;the discovery of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Five Pink Spoons."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SFtvjIbA-0I/AAAAAAAAAa4/R2f46LiuMFI/s1600-h/n633945617_514912_2441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SFtvjIbA-0I/AAAAAAAAAa4/R2f46LiuMFI/s200/n633945617_514912_2441.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213883642958379842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Sperm" on Steph's sheets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;nah, it was actually glue&lt;br /&gt;but it sure as hell looked like sperm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SFtwp_2fgKI/AAAAAAAAAbA/eXf7yCForPM/s1600-h/n633945617_69573_7374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SFtwp_2fgKI/AAAAAAAAAbA/eXf7yCForPM/s200/n633945617_69573_7374.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213884860428419234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was this? hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;all i remember is that this was&lt;br /&gt;an imitation of Bobby.&lt;br /&gt;did i use the right word? hehehe let's just hope it's right :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SFtxYNOXgiI/AAAAAAAAAbI/OVfFFJmaEgE/s1600-h/214949232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SFtxYNOXgiI/AAAAAAAAAbI/OVfFFJmaEgE/s200/214949232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213885654292202018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember this moment, clearly.&lt;br /&gt;First, we put Mina in the trash..&lt;br /&gt;I guess she wanted revenge back cause I laughed at her so fucking hard&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;good times. but then she embarrassed me.&lt;br /&gt;she got everyone, except Aishah, to carry me and put me in the trash.&lt;br /&gt;infront of Arikat and Omar :$ huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's it for now. Internet's being a pain&lt;br /&gt;and it's really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;kidsgetlaid&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-7795756550635555273?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/7795756550635555273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=7795756550635555273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/7795756550635555273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/7795756550635555273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/06/those-days.html' title='I Still Feel You With The Taste Of Cigarettes...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SFtt2J0ddqI/AAAAAAAAAaw/FKL4bZqCzB0/s72-c/n633945617_514911_2078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-741481405862397272</id><published>2008-05-27T17:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:26:32.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Lie Awake And I Sleep Just Fine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night, the Ismail's went over to Inah's place, pasal burfday her mom. So yes, a night out of "town". Anyways, makan-makan sana, with the rest of the momster's-side-crew. Lapas atu kan, lapas makan, had an idiotic moment with Aishah, Jazie and Inah, as always. Ketawa-ketawa saja ah, shit eh.. I don't even know how to explain how high we were hehehe macam high from weed wah, we would laugh at anything. Took pictures, don't know if these pictures would explain the highness but yes, we were "high".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SDvauZVbzNI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Jc94M2SW8H8/s1600-h/DSC02892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SDvauZVbzNI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Jc94M2SW8H8/s400/DSC02892.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204994284966366418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the geng-grengek HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;that's it.&lt;br /&gt;the other pictures luan hayal to post up hehehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-741481405862397272?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/741481405862397272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=741481405862397272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/741481405862397272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/741481405862397272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/05/night-out-of-town.html' title='You Lie Awake And I Sleep Just Fine...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SDvauZVbzNI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Jc94M2SW8H8/s72-c/DSC02892.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-6258351807189088781</id><published>2008-05-26T18:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:53:52.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's The One Who Keeps Me All Excited...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finished school at 12, and on my way down to the dinning hall, Juds ada sudah :) yes, I was berry berry happy :) Then did the whole routine like every other school day: pick up his siblings at school then back to his place. He was supposed to send me home at 2, pasal he had to go to work. Tapi kan, he didn't go hahaha ia bagitau Darul that ia ada medical certificate yatah ia inda kaja. Pemalas~ hehehe padahal nada ada ya kana bagi mc. boooo~ hehehe x) Anyways, I had fun with him. I mean, it's been so long since I've had alone time with him. These days usually ada Darul with us. Today, just Juds and me :) Didn't do much, watched the last episodes of Supernatural Season 2 together. Yeah, it's not much but I enjoyed it. Alot :) and thennnn~ first episode of My Name Is Earl, first season. Didn't concentrate though hehehehe x) iloveyou&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SDvWGZVbzKI/AAAAAAAAAZw/70Bwrg2x7sc/s1600-h/b148838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SDvWGZVbzKI/AAAAAAAAAZw/70Bwrg2x7sc/s200/b148838.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204989199725087906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hopefully, the future phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sadly, not 5310 but this is okay too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;yeah, that's pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and yes I might get Nisah's Sony Ericsson,&lt;br /&gt;S500i for $200.&lt;br /&gt;My dad didn't wanna pay $200, just $150&lt;br /&gt;so i told Nisah I'll pay her the $150 first,&lt;br /&gt;and then sudah my allowance keluar&lt;br /&gt;I'll pay her the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eeeee~ I'm excited :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-6258351807189088781?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/6258351807189088781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=6258351807189088781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/6258351807189088781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/6258351807189088781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/05/make-up-monday.html' title='He&apos;s The One Who Keeps Me All Excited...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SDvWGZVbzKI/AAAAAAAAAZw/70Bwrg2x7sc/s72-c/b148838.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-2948879198489640856</id><published>2008-05-24T20:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:56:19.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Broke My Feelings Like I Had None...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Saturday. The day of the week where I spend my time with Judin. But today he picked me up late from school. I was actually gonna cry... Okay, let's start over. I had school, and I finish at 11. Since he has work, he gets off at 12, so I waited for him till 12. From 11 to 12 was okay, cause I had Dee and Nisah with me, inda lah ku boring. But then at 12 Nisah went to class, and Dee with Jidah, Eyan and Wardi jalan ke mall. They offered me to go with them but I didn't want to go pasal I thought Judin kan aga aku. So I waited... and waited... and waited... I was so bored, and lonely :( couldn't text anyone, pasal nada credit. So again, I waited... and waited... and waited... sampai 1.45, Juds maseh nada. I really felt like crying you know... I was too bored. Then Dee and the others baru balik dari mall, and they were shocked that I was still at school. Then dorang tanya why aku maseh diskulah, so I explained: Juds balum aga. Then, dorang pulang mental ane wah hehehe Jidah cakap that if this happened to her, mati dah tuu her boyfriend. Dorang thought Juds lupa to pick me up, thats why dorang mental :) me? yes, on the verge of crying, but I didn't because Darul ada message saying that they had alot of work, so I just waited... Lapas atu kan, ada cha Juds around 2.30 :) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blahblahblah&lt;/span&gt; spent the rest of the time, till 4 with him at his place, and Darul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SDvVC5VbzJI/AAAAAAAAAZo/MNh8CpxmQdw/s1600-h/DSC02873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SDvVC5VbzJI/AAAAAAAAAZo/MNh8CpxmQdw/s320/DSC02873.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204988040083917970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;didn't manage to get Hasim's picture, got this instead :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back home, and guess who was at home? HASIM~ cSexy Beast hehehehe x) yes yes he's very very sexy :) I think Juds was pissed, cause I said cHasim sexy. I mean, I can't lie. He is too sexy. It's not that I like him or anything. I just like him for his sexyness, nothing more. I hope I didn't hurt Juds. I don't mean to. Sorry baby~ I'm just kidding around you know. You know I love you, just you :) *hugs* Oh, and yes, me and cAishah tried to take his picture, tapi inda berani hehehe and when he waved as he was about to leave, in Juds car, fucking sexy man. The smile. whoooopssieeess~ sorry again cBaby hehehe x) I'll stop now, about Hasim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Zudeen :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Overall, started off quite bad&lt;br /&gt;but ended okay.&lt;br /&gt;Memorable :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-2948879198489640856?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/2948879198489640856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=2948879198489640856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/2948879198489640856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/2948879198489640856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/05/saturday.html' title='He Broke My Feelings Like I Had None...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SDvVC5VbzJI/AAAAAAAAAZo/MNh8CpxmQdw/s72-c/DSC02873.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-7241975540163614854</id><published>2008-05-23T13:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:57:04.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let This Mistake Bring A Vivid Crystal To Your Eyes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm so bored. I was just looking through pictures that's left in dad's laptop, the other pictures hilang :( don't know where it went.. hmmmmph.. i miss my laptop, i wanna fix it badly, but don't have the cash to. i want the songs, the pictures and the videos, especially the kidsgetlaid video. So yea, as I was looking through pictues, I came across this one picture, me and cAishah, time di Excapade with Abg G-zul:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SDZXsJVbzHI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Y4f0CraZLs4/s1600-h/1_975263775l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SDZXsJVbzHI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Y4f0CraZLs4/s320/1_975263775l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203442835404868722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss going out, it's been so long since I went out for fun. I mean just cousins, and the random pictures we take. I don't usually like to take pictures, but i don't know, with cousins, I don't mind. Like at school, payah wah kan begambar with the friends. Well, that's maybe because I'm wearing a tudung. Yes, I've got this horrifying look when i wear a tudung :) Point? I don't know, I'm just bored. I wanna go out, but I don't think my parents will let me, pasal yesterday the brothers and sister inda skulah. And yes, I wanna smoke. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;bubye :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-7241975540163614854?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/7241975540163614854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=7241975540163614854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/7241975540163614854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/7241975540163614854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/05/bored.html' title='Let This Mistake Bring A Vivid Crystal To Your Eyes...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SDZXsJVbzHI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Y4f0CraZLs4/s72-c/1_975263775l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-1346347952206011941</id><published>2008-05-23T07:55:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:58:16.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seduction Leads To Destruction...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Twenteenth Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to cBaby :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;heh, makin tua cBaby ah, twenteen sudah x)&lt;br /&gt;i feel guilty though pasal balum ada bagi him a present huhu&lt;br /&gt;i'm still dead broke, i really don't have no cash, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(late post, didn't have time hehehe sorry baby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways 22nd may,&lt;br /&gt;watched manutd vs. chelsea champions league final.&lt;br /&gt;quite intense during the last minutes of extra time, watched it with my sibling, dad, cBaby, azham and darul. dorang slept over :) so yeah, who won? of couse manutd, duh~ tapi just penalties.&lt;br /&gt;siuk berabis and van der sar sexy x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SDZkApVbzII/AAAAAAAAAZg/Rg9E5c6OEMA/s1600-h/wall20080522143505452-1280_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SDZkApVbzII/AAAAAAAAAZg/Rg9E5c6OEMA/s320/wall20080522143505452-1280_1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203456381731720322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hehehe fun. kabak-kabak. and yes, fun.&lt;br /&gt;ManUtd won, Judin's birthday present? hahaha antam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SCcguXKBGBI/AAAAAAAAAYw/XRHRkNQMh1o/s1600-h/81053449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SCcguXKBGBI/AAAAAAAAAYw/XRHRkNQMh1o/s320/81053449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199160275684628498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and previously, won &lt;u&gt;EPL&lt;/u&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UP CHELSEA'S ASS :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/4004241134416252201-1346347952206011941?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/1346347952206011941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=1346347952206011941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/1346347952206011941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/1346347952206011941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-cbaby.html' title='Seduction Leads To Destruction...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SDZkApVbzII/AAAAAAAAAZg/Rg9E5c6OEMA/s72-c/wall20080522143505452-1280_1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-2990587145235378486</id><published>2008-05-01T18:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:57:47.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Take You Out Though I'm Hardly Worth Your Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Happy Anniversary Baby :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...iloveyou...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-2990587145235378486?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/2990587145235378486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=2990587145235378486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/2990587145235378486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/2990587145235378486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/05/3-months.html' title='I&apos;ll Take You Out Though I&apos;m Hardly Worth Your Time...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-8828847239873315767</id><published>2008-04-30T20:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:59:36.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Lied To The Angels, Said I Stabbed You To Death...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SBhuk-6oHfI/AAAAAAAAAYg/CfiHj2P2e5k/s1600-h/where.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SBhuk-6oHfI/AAAAAAAAAYg/CfiHj2P2e5k/s320/where.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195023751815110130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i like this picture. very much x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point of the post: so we, the family, were eating Jolibee, take away. Is that how you spell Jolibee? Fuck it. Anyways, burger my dad inda abis because he got full &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(obviously, DUH!!~)&lt;/span&gt;, then &lt;u&gt;Ajis&lt;/u&gt;, the &lt;u&gt;fatboy&lt;/u&gt;, said with confidence, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"burger daddy kah tuu alum siap ah?"&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHAHA!! buduh. confident banar ya becakap ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ajis, setau much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-8828847239873315767?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/8828847239873315767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=8828847239873315767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/8828847239873315767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/8828847239873315767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/04/setau-much.html' title='You Lied To The Angels, Said I Stabbed You To Death...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SBhuk-6oHfI/AAAAAAAAAYg/CfiHj2P2e5k/s72-c/where.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-8781197456932912759</id><published>2008-04-30T18:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T20:05:18.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiki At The Beach...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I went to the beach and saw Kiki,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and she was like "aaaaahh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and i was like "whatever!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everytime i go to me literature class, i see this written on my desk. I find it so fucking hilarious. hahahahaha!! I can not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; laugh at it. I don't think I'm gonna get fed up with it anytime soon :) o h and yes, I'm jealous of Jazie. She got that sexy phone, that Nokia 5310 XpressMusic . Karang ko ah. Jealous berabis jua ku nie. I want a new phone so badly, kesian wah my phone, it's so... fucked. It's glued together with tape, supaya it won't fall apart. I NEED a new phone, not just any phone, I want THAT phone. I guess i won't get it anytime soon though, parents are broke, therefore I'm broke. And I owe KaNurul $420. I'm seriously fucked. And Judin's birthday is coming up, I don't know how the fuck I'm gonna get him something. I'm dead broke. Good luck Kadie&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and I found this piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;under my desk in literature class,&lt;br /&gt;and there was written:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;You say hello,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;inside I'm screaming I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;You say good night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;in my mind I'm sleeping next to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;You drive away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;from my car crash of a heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;and I don't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;But you gave me the best mix tape I have,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even all the bad songs ain't so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I just wish there was so much more than that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;about me and you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;You talk to him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;and it burns me like the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;You talk to her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;and you say that you feel like he's the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I talk to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;but you can't hear the pain I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;You don't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Cause you gave me the best mix tape I have,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even all the sad songs ain't so sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I only wish there was so much more than that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;about me and you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Oh, don't turn around and say bye again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Yeah, it crushes my head when you call me your friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;and I'm not the same person&lt;br /&gt;from back in the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;in the back of the class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;that you thought was gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;No, I can't find the words cause I lost them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;the minute they fell out of my mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;And it's love and I'm in it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;so give me your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;and just let me kiss 'em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;and let's get messed up and listen to probably...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The best mix tape I have,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;and even all the bad songs ain't so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I just wish there was so much more than that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;about me and you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I haven't heard the actual song, but yeah I found out that Butch Walker sings it titled "Mixtape." I like the lyrics... it makes me think. Think about what? I'm not so sure :) but anyways, I'm guessing from the singer's name, I don't think it's gonna be a good song. hahahaha yes, I'm quite judgmental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-8781197456932912759?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/8781197456932912759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=8781197456932912759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/8781197456932912759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/8781197456932912759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/04/english-literature-class.html' title='Kiki At The Beach...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-3800095591881300730</id><published>2008-04-28T19:15:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T16:01:05.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trade One Heart For Another...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So we went to the mall, for Jazie's birthday. belated :] earlier that morning me and cAishah arah urang kawin, yatah we bawa our clothes and ikut iring right after the wedding. iatah kan, when we were at iring, i realized we forgot to bring our shoes. buduh jua tuu. i mean, im not going anywhere with those heels, especially not the mall. so hard to walk in them. i don't get how the other girls can. seriously. we dropped off inah and jazie to the mall first, while me and aishah balik kerumah and get our shoes. yeah, i love my converse x) okay okay okay, the mall. it was fucking interesting. first of all, inah and jazie got their first kiss. hehehehe so excited for them. yaaaay~ xP cJazie bah, macam pro sudah ah x) and inah, it took them a while to make the move, pemalu ah. when me and aishah sampai arah mall, kami meet up with judin and azham dulu. because they had to go soon, around 3.45, ada tournament bula. weird moment. judin bad mood pasal don ada. i mean, i dont get it. why does he have to be in a bad mood? bukannya aku sama don. he's jazie's friend, kan bad mood tah pulang. anyways, after they left we went to westreet, and met up with kiim and bobby there. it was pretty weird at first, it's been so long since i've seen them. inda banyak cakap ane wah. malu-malu hahahaha. kiim looked different compared to last I saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*other cerita about me and kiim... cencored*&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHAHA!! byebye.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i felt guilty after being with him. so i told judin about meeting up with kiim and bobby at the mall. surprisingly, judin was okay with it. i didn't expect that. i think i'm gonna get over kiim sometime soon. i think. i know is that i should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the pictures i'll post up sometime soon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's in aishah's phone and since ia nada the memory card reader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's a long procedure kan masuk kan arah this laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kalau my laptop inda rusak, then it's fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but it's broken. buduh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hehehehe sabar wah kadie eh. kan mental saja ya~&lt;br /&gt;so yes, next time :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-3800095591881300730?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/3800095591881300730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=3800095591881300730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/3800095591881300730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/3800095591881300730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-but-such-guilty-day.html' title='Trade One Heart For Another...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-863753812196460470</id><published>2008-04-28T19:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:02:50.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drowning In Drunk's Insanity...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was a blackout, whole of kampung rimba and some other places. I was so stressed out hehehe i came back from school around 4 right, then masa balik dirumah there was no electricity, and it was so hot. yes, i was really stressed. sampai malam ah. the whole family then went to lambak arah tangah isah around 7.30, kan liat manchester united. believe it or not, manchester lost. so again, i was really stressed. no, i meant, more stressed out. membari sasak jua tuu huhu bussit tah banar. anyways, but it was pretty cool in a way. me and aishah was at the balcony when we were at home. kami liat outside, it was so dark. we said, "iatah usulnya nie kalau ada zombies attack." hehehe x) zombie saja wah kami pikirkan ah. they're so creepy, especially in nightmares. i get so scared. more scarier than midgets. hehehehe oh yes, im scared of midgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;uhhhh.. that's it :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-863753812196460470?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/863753812196460470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=863753812196460470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/863753812196460470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/863753812196460470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/04/blackout.html' title='Drowning In Drunk&apos;s Insanity...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-6956116464705651684</id><published>2008-04-25T14:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:03:36.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light Breaks Through A Crack In The Shades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was supposed to blog yesterday but i got tired and slept. I didn't go to school yesterday, again. Went to Borneo Clinic and got a medical certificate, cuti two days: Wednesday and Thursday. Morning was fine. Ate with my parents around 7 at this place, forgot what it's called. Talked and stuff, just waiting for the clinic to open. anyways, i got alot of medicine and it's pissing off since i don't know how to swallow the freaking things. 1 tablet for fever. 1 tablet of an antibiotic. 2 tablets for sleshma and cough syurup. 3 times in one day! fuck. ouuuuh. and i went to get my BIBD atm card :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SBF9Oe6oHdI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vzke5Lk3Ydc/s1600-h/DSC02682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SBF9Oe6oHdI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vzke5Lk3Ydc/s320/DSC02682.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193069533105495506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heh. it's so pretty :] tu tu tuu~ ada nama kuu~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAHAHA sakai x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the day went pretty well, until i came back home. momster knows that i don't know how to talan ubat wah then ia mau aku makan that instant. iatah ia marah-marah. and that pissed me off. so i ate it and i felt fucking sleepy huhu as i was about to go to sleep, i went online first. Akam tagur aku, and added miraa to the conversation. i dont know what she wants from me, i swear. ia kan ucap2kan aku wah. i mean, what the fuck. leave me alone bitch. i don't bother you, so don't bother me. i guess she still loves judin. that's not my problem, who told you to leave him in the first place. i guess she just loves to hate me. but then i thought, what if she was still with him till now? i guess life would be easier for me. i wouldn't know judin up till now. i guess i could be with kiim, right? i mean, that's if he wants me back. so yeah, would be easier. cause now, it's just so damn complicated. i wanna let kiim go. it's for the best. but i guess it's just my selfishness that's not letting me let go of him. i want him with someone else, but i'm being selfish. i wanna see him with someone else, but at the same time i don't want to. stupid kadie. get over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;later that night, judin and azham came over after main bula. my parents weren't home. it went pretty okay tapi aku lalah berabis wah, i ate those medicines and i just felt so weak. but didn't go to sleep pasal judin ada dirumah. we all watched monster inc. hahahaha me and ajis laughed so fucking hard at that part where that green dude, what's his name, put on his contact lens. HAHAHAHA!! cali wah. i mean, he just has one one, basar lagi tuu. hahahaha idk. i couldn't stop lauging x) i think that was it. was it? i cant really remember cause i was basically half asleep when all of this happened. oh right. it was funny how azham played guitar, and kept on playing sean kingston's beautiful girl, over and over again. they all sang. i wish i recorded it but i was too hayal hahahaha. bubye&lt;3 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bubye&lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-6956116464705651684?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/6956116464705651684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=6956116464705651684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/6956116464705651684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/6956116464705651684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/04/yesterday.html' title='Light Breaks Through A Crack In The Shades...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SBF9Oe6oHdI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vzke5Lk3Ydc/s72-c/DSC02682.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-8040647744913065743</id><published>2008-04-23T21:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:04:34.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're As Weak As The Hearts You Break...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;oh, and you know what sucks? the fact that i didn't get him anything for his birthday :( i mean, he's planning on getting me something for my birthday. well, that's what he told me when he called me. im sorry :( i wish i have gotten you something. see, you deserve someone better. im such a dumbass. i want you to find someone else, someone better. trust me, im not worth it. i really dont want you sad because of me. i want you happy happy wah~ please be happy. please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"i will follow you into the dark - death cab for cutie&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he sang it to me once :)&lt;br /&gt;and i loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-8040647744913065743?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/8040647744913065743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=8040647744913065743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/8040647744913065743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/8040647744913065743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/04/still-same-day.html' title='You&apos;re As Weak As The Hearts You Break...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-8117838562428079900</id><published>2008-04-23T18:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:07:47.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hands Around Your Throat, I Think I Hate You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i actually had so much to blog, but never really bothered to. yesterday, kiim texted me up saying that his friend aman saw me at wesmart on sunday. i dont really remember seeing him there, well, more like i dont know how he looks like. i wish it was kiim there though instead of him. i really wanna see him. it's been so long... anyways, earlier today i went online since i didn't go to school, im sick. while i was online, kiim's friend ada tagur aku about him seeing me at wesmart the other day. i said yeah that was me, and i already knew cause kiim told me. he then talked about kiim, and it went somewhat like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Moon child says:&lt;br /&gt;Hey, i think i saw you di wesmart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...kidsgetlaid... [ #22's - those nights we spent together&lt;3 ] says:&lt;br /&gt;when? sunday? aman kah nie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;---for the record, my screen name is meant for kiim---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Moon child says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...kidsgetlaid... [ #22's - those nights we spent together&lt;3 ] says:&lt;br /&gt;oh okeh. then yeah, that was me. kiim told me you saw me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon child says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah. that dude loves u &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...kidsgetlaid... [ #22's - those nights we spent together&lt;3 ] says:&lt;br /&gt;:) is he okay though? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon child says:&lt;br /&gt;hes okay but ur not &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...kidsgetlaid... [ #22's - those nights we spent together&lt;3 ] says:&lt;br /&gt;im not? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon child says:&lt;br /&gt;sory to say this. he's a guy with good thoughts and all, and he's always talking about u. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...kidsgetlaid... [ #22's - those nights we spent together&lt;3 ] says:&lt;br /&gt;and your point? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon child says:&lt;br /&gt;figure it out yourself man. girls these days just wants to fling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...kidsgetlaid... [ #22's - those nights we spent together&lt;3 ] says:&lt;br /&gt;what are you saying? kiim's just a "fling" to me??   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---yeah, i got pissed off when he said that---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Moon child says:&lt;br /&gt;if you want someone, tell them u want them, if u dnt want that guy, tell em straight to their face! and besides im just talking to myself. and that moron loves u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;---don't call him a moron! you're a moron! heh, i know he's trying to help kiim out, but still.. i know this was not gonna be my day---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;...kidsgetlaid... [ #22's - those nights we spent together&lt;3 ] says:&lt;br /&gt;its just that i cant decide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon child says:&lt;br /&gt;Eh atu kau punya hal lah tu. jangan ko biarkan ia gantung2 cematu bah.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...kidsgetlaid... [ #22's - those nights we spent together&lt;3 ] says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm.. kay..  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon child says:&lt;br /&gt;do what u gota do, be wise for fuck sake. ur old enough to think wisely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon child says:&lt;br /&gt;i wont tell him that i've talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon child says:&lt;br /&gt;u cant possibly love 2 guys at the same time, thats like licking a horse nut sacks   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---then i went off, cause i cried. i didnt mean to cry, but i did---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;now i dont know what to do. i kept on looking back through kiim's messages. i thought of leaving him alone cause i can see that im hurting him somehow... i dont wanna hurt him anymore. though, i dont have the nerves to leave him. i know that as soon as i let him go, im gonna keep on looking for him. i need him around. i do. i keep on thinking, i just really dont know what to do. so i went outside to take in some fresh air and i saw that library blue board kiim took when he got drunk. i know its just a library thing, but it means something to me. cause he got it and left it outside my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SA8Q5-6oHcI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Z95SREKeNOI/s1600-h/DSC02668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SA8Q5-6oHcI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Z95SREKeNOI/s400/DSC02668.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192387483708956098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"idk, when i wasnt sober i felt like leaving you something to tell you i was thinking abt you. Dumb dumb kiim. no more dumb dumb." &lt;/span&gt;a part of the message he sent me the next day. he's so fucking nice, and oh so very very cute. i miss you cTiut.. and i dont know what to do :( im so sorry~ i think i should leave you alone, i know i should. you need to get over me, and same goes for me. but it's so hard. i should get over you, i really should. im so sorry :'( i just want you to tell me that you're gonna leave me alone, that would be easier for me. i don't have the guts to tell you that we shouldn't contact each other, not for a while. fuck, i really miss you. i need your hug. i remember the way you used to hug me, and how we would spend the night together, outside. and that one particular night we looked at the stars. okay, sounds weird, but gawd. how i wish i could do anything to go back to that night. i dont know how to make this easier for you.. i thought of just leaving you alone by not contacting you anymore. dont reply your messages, dont miss call you back, dont text you back when you're online, but i just cant. you know i need you, you make me smile. when im sad, you always know when to text me up. i mean, i remember i had this problem and i was just not in the mood for anything. then you randomly messaged me. you dont know how happy i was. you're always there for me, but im not always there for you. i know you're not okay, but you still tell me that you're okay cause you dont want me to worry about you. im fucking worried about you. i really am. and the worst thing is, i seriously dont know what to do. i ask people around me, but.. yeah, i dont know. aaaaahh~ i think im gonna cry again. i think i should stop. okay, im gonna stop. byebye kiim. and im really really sorry for causing you so much trouble :'( *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-8117838562428079900?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/8117838562428079900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=8117838562428079900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/8117838562428079900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/8117838562428079900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-one-of-those-depressing-days.html' title='My Hands Around Your Throat, I Think I Hate You...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/SA8Q5-6oHcI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Z95SREKeNOI/s72-c/DSC02668.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-1001808589412077845</id><published>2008-03-30T18:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:09:43.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You're Gone, I'll Be Fine Without You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today me, cAishah and the twins Gmah &amp;amp; Grah went to the Giant. ramai urang ah... palui! ooohh~ i saw Helmi there with his parents, that's probably the first time i've seen him since primary 6. he looks the same, just taller. eh whooopsiiiees~ Rifdi cakap his name Zulle sudah now. hahaha its so weird, i'm not used to call him by that name x] anyways, i told AbgJuds to come pick us up dari Giant ah, we wanted to smoke. hehehehe so he did and we went lepak arah rumah Azham for a while.. that's pretty much it. and im so not ready for school tomorrow. boring eh~ i want moooooore holidaaaaaay~ uhhh.. bubye :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-9u6uF7XrI/AAAAAAAAAYA/o_dCaHT8JLc/s1600-h/DSC02498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-9u6uF7XrI/AAAAAAAAAYA/o_dCaHT8JLc/s320/DSC02498.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183483651211091634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KFC! HAHAHAHA!!!&lt;/span&gt; x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kesian kami ah, kapih waaaah~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could only afford one snack plate for 4 people hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-9u6eF7XqI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tjoeNA4KB6o/s1600-h/DSC02495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-9u6eF7XqI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tjoeNA4KB6o/s320/DSC02495.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183483646916124322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AbgJuds at Azham's place &lt;/span&gt;x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-1001808589412077845?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/1001808589412077845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=1001808589412077845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/1001808589412077845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/1001808589412077845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-at-giant.html' title='When You&apos;re Gone, I&apos;ll Be Fine Without You...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-9u6uF7XrI/AAAAAAAAAYA/o_dCaHT8JLc/s72-c/DSC02498.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-2043970407363444298</id><published>2008-03-30T17:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:10:05.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pain Has A Bad Reaction...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These few days we've been going over at Iring's, meramai2kan abang basar kan kawin. Anyways, its been fun but reaaaaaally tiring. Yesterday and the day before kami main lotto wah.. cali ah hahaha i didnt win though, tough luck x] anyways, jajun won. once hehehe i think she won $8? or something like that. uhhhh, i dont know what else to write..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so.... the pictures :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-9rreF7XmI/AAAAAAAAAXY/oJed0yyAZPA/s1600-h/DSC02482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-9rreF7XmI/AAAAAAAAAXY/oJed0yyAZPA/s320/DSC02482.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183480090683203170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my lotto paper thingies.. nada luck wah. bullshit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-9sSOF7XnI/AAAAAAAAAXg/2GdiLRfjnJY/s1600-h/DSC02477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-9sSOF7XnI/AAAAAAAAAXg/2GdiLRfjnJY/s320/DSC02477.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183480756403134066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jajun and her caaaaash~ hahahaha x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-9sSeF7XoI/AAAAAAAAAXo/aVwgTEyagc0/s1600-h/DSC02470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-9sSeF7XoI/AAAAAAAAAXo/aVwgTEyagc0/s320/DSC02470.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183480760698101378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Random thing, buang boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-9sSuF7XpI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Acn7x_BeweU/s1600-h/DSC02475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-9sSuF7XpI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Acn7x_BeweU/s320/DSC02475.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183480764993068690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uhhh.. again buang boring&lt;br /&gt;and remembered Madina Lake's House of Cards&lt;br /&gt;hehehe :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-2043970407363444298?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/2043970407363444298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=2043970407363444298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/2043970407363444298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/2043970407363444298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/03/at-irings.html' title='The Pain Has A Bad Reaction...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-9rreF7XmI/AAAAAAAAAXY/oJed0yyAZPA/s72-c/DSC02482.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-7975610251276572731</id><published>2008-03-26T20:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:10:34.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can't Disguise A Heart While It's Breaking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today today todaaaay~ went visit Fuad di hospital, something about his tonsils? not really sure. me and aishah takut wah tuu tadi kan tanya our dad if we can go to the hospital to visit her friend "Rawdah" hahahaha. anyways, we were so nervous, then aishah tanya my dad if we can go to the hospital and just ikut kawan Umar cAbgJuds. then ia cakap okeh hehehe excited jua kami tuu~ dapat jua aku jumpa AbgJuds ku tuu~ hahahaha boh. cJajun and cInah nie punya pasal, tebiasa pulang panggil my baby cAbgJuds x] ia inda suka kali ah~ hehehe tadi tadi tadi time in the car sama ia i called him AbgJuds by accident and he poked me sampaaaaai.. umm.. uhhhh.. me on the verge of peeing? hahaha catu lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-9quuF7XlI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/2-0TKl6VFEo/s1600-h/DSC02437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-9quuF7XlI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/2-0TKl6VFEo/s320/DSC02437.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183479047006150226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cFuad after the operation. kesian eh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eh eh eh~ cBaby ada futsal  tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;GoodLuck&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; baby&lt;/span&gt; :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-7975610251276572731?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/7975610251276572731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=7975610251276572731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/7975610251276572731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/7975610251276572731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/03/hospital.html' title='You Can&apos;t Disguise A Heart While It&apos;s Breaking...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-9quuF7XlI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/2-0TKl6VFEo/s72-c/DSC02437.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-3531652531431279191</id><published>2008-03-25T19:39:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:12:20.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Be The Sin To Your Vacation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That day when we went to &lt;u style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Supersave&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pantai Tungku&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-jlV-F7XKI/AAAAAAAAAT4/klNYioWvDOY/s1600-h/DSC02086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-jlV-F7XKI/AAAAAAAAAT4/klNYioWvDOY/s200/DSC02086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181643536897629346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-jlWuF7XMI/AAAAAAAAAUI/fkBGjpVfEEU/s1600-h/DSC02089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-jlWuF7XMI/AAAAAAAAAUI/fkBGjpVfEEU/s200/DSC02089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181643549782531266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-jlWOF7XLI/AAAAAAAAAUA/OGhN2T47XEI/s1600-h/DSC02088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-jlWOF7XLI/AAAAAAAAAUA/OGhN2T47XEI/s200/DSC02088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181643541192596658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;               &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-jmVOF7XPI/AAAAAAAAAUg/KrnYswDrHCw/s1600-h/DSC02103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-jmVOF7XPI/AAAAAAAAAUg/KrnYswDrHCw/s200/DSC02103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181644623524355314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-jlXeF7XOI/AAAAAAAAAUY/SxtgtdO5XFM/s1600-h/DSC02099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-jlXeF7XOI/AAAAAAAAAUY/SxtgtdO5XFM/s200/DSC02099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181643562667433186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-jlWuF7XNI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/jqaH8-J9cuU/s1600-h/DSC02098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-jlWuF7XNI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/jqaH8-J9cuU/s200/DSC02098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181643549782531282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-jmV-F7XRI/AAAAAAAAAUw/mGOLiDbw5ZM/s1600-h/DSC02105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-jmV-F7XRI/AAAAAAAAAUw/mGOLiDbw5ZM/s200/DSC02105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181644636409257234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-jmVeF7XQI/AAAAAAAAAUo/8W9klHSRC6Y/s1600-h/Image2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-jmVeF7XQI/AAAAAAAAAUo/8W9klHSRC6Y/s200/Image2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181644627819322626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-jnTOF7XSI/AAAAAAAAAU4/gEQHApgyZR8/s1600-h/DSC02097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 109px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-jnTOF7XSI/AAAAAAAAAU4/gEQHApgyZR8/s200/DSC02097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181645688676244770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-jnT-F7XTI/AAAAAAAAAVA/m3q_d423Fe0/s1600-h/DSC02104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-jnT-F7XTI/AAAAAAAAAVA/m3q_d423Fe0/s200/DSC02104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181645701561146674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we made &lt;u style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brownies&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-jonOF7XVI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gB_jkqMDZCI/s1600-h/Image5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-jonOF7XVI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gB_jkqMDZCI/s200/Image5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181647131785256274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-jomuF7XUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/UBAVBAxf2zI/s1600-h/Image6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-jomuF7XUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/UBAVBAxf2zI/s200/Image6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181647123195321666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-jonuF7XWI/AAAAAAAAAVY/rhB1eH6jWF0/s1600-h/DSC02147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-jonuF7XWI/AAAAAAAAAVY/rhB1eH6jWF0/s200/DSC02147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181647140375190882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-joquF7XXI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Hrvu0UX5BEE/s1600-h/DSC02148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-joquF7XXI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Hrvu0UX5BEE/s200/DSC02148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181647191914798450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pantai Tungku&lt;/u&gt; again, this time with relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-j-BOF7XbI/AAAAAAAAAWA/TWoUEd1y09I/s1600-h/DSC02120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 109px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-j-BOF7XbI/AAAAAAAAAWA/TWoUEd1y09I/s200/DSC02120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181670668206038450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-j-AuF7XaI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Dqk0O7-MSXo/s1600-h/DSC02125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-j-AuF7XaI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Dqk0O7-MSXo/s200/DSC02125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181670659616103842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-j-AeF7XZI/AAAAAAAAAVw/JWUm4cGBF2M/s1600-h/DSC02121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 111px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-j-AeF7XZI/AAAAAAAAAVw/JWUm4cGBF2M/s200/DSC02121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181670655321136530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-j9_-F7XYI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ITZL5rRbPiU/s1600-h/DSC02116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-j9_-F7XYI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ITZL5rRbPiU/s200/DSC02116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181670646731201922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time ambil kain for abang basar kawin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just took one picture though hehehe tapi kan, memorable wah. pasal we (inah, jazie, bibi and me) danced in the middle of that store. hahahaha cali waaaah~ heh, i dont know how to explain this but yeah, good times :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-kAGeF7XcI/AAAAAAAAAWI/f5L14T6FHQE/s1600-h/DSC02393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-kAGeF7XcI/AAAAAAAAAWI/f5L14T6FHQE/s320/DSC02393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181672957423607234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Mall&lt;/u&gt;; Double-Double-Date :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(jazie's date didn't come though.. sorry baby~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-kB6-F7XeI/AAAAAAAAAWY/wRdG4N-QQcs/s1600-h/DSC02402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-kB6-F7XeI/AAAAAAAAAWY/wRdG4N-QQcs/s200/DSC02402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181674958878367202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-kB6uF7XdI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/nasj_4rsEKY/s1600-h/DSC02419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-kB6uF7XdI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/nasj_4rsEKY/s200/DSC02419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181674954583399890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-kB7uF7XfI/AAAAAAAAAWg/6M3Q_ekuh1w/s1600-h/DSC02403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-kB7uF7XfI/AAAAAAAAAWg/6M3Q_ekuh1w/s200/DSC02403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181674971763269106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-kB7-F7XgI/AAAAAAAAAWo/XS16nPiKVwg/s1600-h/DSC02420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-kB7-F7XgI/AAAAAAAAAWo/XS16nPiKVwg/s200/DSC02420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181674976058236418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-kC_-F7XhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/BTTvtCQyi94/s1600-h/DSC02414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-kC_-F7XhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/BTTvtCQyi94/s200/DSC02414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181676144289340946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-kDAeF7XiI/AAAAAAAAAW4/I7fQ6-U2ZVY/s1600-h/DSC02433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-kDAeF7XiI/AAAAAAAAAW4/I7fQ6-U2ZVY/s200/DSC02433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181676152879275554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-kDBOF7XjI/AAAAAAAAAXA/8Do5PatFttQ/s1600-h/DSC02407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-kDBOF7XjI/AAAAAAAAAXA/8Do5PatFttQ/s200/DSC02407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181676165764177458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-kDBeF7XkI/AAAAAAAAAXI/HIFdCwSdgzE/s1600-h/DSC02410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-kDBeF7XkI/AAAAAAAAAXI/HIFdCwSdgzE/s200/DSC02410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181676170059144770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that's all i have...&lt;br /&gt;byebye :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-3531652531431279191?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/3531652531431279191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=3531652531431279191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/3531652531431279191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/3531652531431279191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/03/un-blogged-moments.html' title='I&apos;ll Be The Sin To Your Vacation...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-jlV-F7XKI/AAAAAAAAAT4/klNYioWvDOY/s72-c/DSC02086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-6867724661445428882</id><published>2008-03-25T16:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:31:16.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look At The Mess We Made Tonight...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;addicted&lt;/u&gt; to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Medic Droid &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Fer Sure Maybe&lt;/span&gt; :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Fer sure maybe fer sure not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Fer sure eh fer sure bomb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Pulled up at a stop light did drugs on the dashboard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Look at the mess we made tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Kick off your stilettos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Kick off your stilettos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; And fuck me in the backseat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Fuck me in the backseat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; You're always falling in disguise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; And always quick to compromise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Kick off your stilettos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;[oh yeah] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Kick off your stilettos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; And fuck me in the backseat&lt;br /&gt;[fa-fa-fa] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Fuck me in the backseat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Fer sure maybe fer sure not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Fer sure eh fer sure bomb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; This is the end of what we planned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;[of what we planned] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; And now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; We're not falling in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; We're just falling apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;[so girl let's dance the night away] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; This is how the beat goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; This is how the beat goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;[Just let your body go] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; This is how the beat drops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; This is how the beat drops&lt;br /&gt;[I wanna see your panties drop girl now] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; All this time is wasted pretending we're in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; But that's alright cause you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I love being with you and seeing you cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; So don't let go-o-o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Well don't let go, no-o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Don't let go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Fer sure maybe fer sure not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Fer sure eh fer sure bomb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Pulled up at a stop light did drugs on the dashboard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Look at the mess we made tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Kick off your stilettos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Kick off your stilettos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; And fuck me in the backseat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Fuck me in the backseat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; You're always falling in disguise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; And always quick to compromise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Kick off your stilettos&lt;br /&gt;[oh yeah] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Kick off your stilettos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; And fuck me in the backseat&lt;br /&gt;[fa-fa-fa] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Fuck me in the backseat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Fer sure maybe fer sure not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Fer sure eh fer sure bomb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; This is the end of what we planned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;[of what we planned] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; And now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; We're not falling in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; We're just falling apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;[so girl let's dance the night away] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; This is how the beat goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; This is how the beat goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;[Just let your body go] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; This is how the beat drops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; This is how the beat drops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;[I wanna see your panties drop girl now] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; All this time is wasted pretending we're in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; But that's alright cause you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I love being with you and seeing you cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; So don't let go-o-o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Well don't let go, no-o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Don't let go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; No jk jk jk lololol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I heart your fucking makeup &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Oh my god I love your hair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Is that a new tattoo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Did that piercing fucking hurt? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; No jk jk jk lololol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; We're not falling in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; We're just falling apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;[so girl let's dance the night away] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; This is how the beat goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; This is how the beat goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;[Just let your body go] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; This is how the beat drops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; This is how the beat drops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;[I wanna see your panties drop girl now] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; All this time is wasted pretending we're in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; But that's alright cause you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I love being with you and seeing you cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; So don't let go-o-o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;[All this time is wasted] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Well don't let go, no-o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;[Pretending we're in love] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; But that's alright cause you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I love being with you and seeing you cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; But that's alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;yes, i &lt;span style="font-style: 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type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/03/fer-sure-maybe.html' title='Look At The Mess We Made Tonight...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-1617606522716988186</id><published>2008-03-25T16:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T15:58:19.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Death Makes Life More Meaningful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;fuh! buring ku eh laptop ku balum baik ah! cant post up pictures. i think by the time laptop kuu baik, i'll have too much pictures to post up and hilang mood kali tarus eh kan post them up. banyak banar kali ah.. bussit banar eh. anyways, currently bored, as usual. yesterday went to The Mall to watch Shutter. it's shit compared to the Thailand version. inda membari takut ah. buring banar. menyasal wah meliat atu.. i should've just watched 10,000 BC. Shutter's a waste of money. i suggest you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; to go watch it. buduh! heh, but it's okay :] kami kami kamiii double double date yesterday x] tapi kesian jajun, her date didnt come. jahat wah cDon ah! kalau ia ada wah, me and bibi were gonna run up to him and and and... do stuff x] hehehe anyways, inah with her "khairunisa" HAHAHAHA! and and and~ bibi with azham, me with... siapa nah? babykuu laaah~ hehehehe. so yes, what did we do? lepak2 waiting for the movie because we came like around 1 and the movie starts at 4.20 so memaloi lah arah mall :] nanti tah taruh pictures, cant right now because my stupid &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blahblahblah&lt;/span&gt; laptop is freaking fucked! ouuuhh, and there's this thing that happened with Don. kesian cDon ah, Judin and the brothers were pissed at him because ia meramas the sister.. iatah kan.. i was scared they were gonna beat up Don, he's just a kid.. no need to beat the shit out of him. i dont know if they beat him up last night or not but yeah.. hope not :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-i4h-F7XJI/AAAAAAAAATw/8oanP4BLfog/s1600-h/Zudeen%26azham.+%28%3D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-i4h-F7XJI/AAAAAAAAATw/8oanP4BLfog/s320/Zudeen%26azham.+%28%3D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181594265032809618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hehehehe x] i was looking through my dad's laptop and i came across this picture. saja2 taruh sini because.. yeah, i have nothing else to do and i miss his fucking guts x] eh eh, kiut eh that kid, but i dont remember his name. boooh di dui~ eh eh eh. HAHAHAHA! i just remembered something that happened yesterday arah rumah iring. hahahaha jajun was on her bed kan, lapas atu kan.. i think it broke and her face was like... HAHAHAHAHA! i dont know how to explain but shit. fucking hilarious. HAHAHAHA! word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-1617606522716988186?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/1617606522716988186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=1617606522716988186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/1617606522716988186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/1617606522716988186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/03/bordem.html' title='A Little Death Makes Life More Meaningful...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-i4h-F7XJI/AAAAAAAAATw/8oanP4BLfog/s72-c/Zudeen%26azham.+%28%3D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-1427320993717685034</id><published>2008-03-19T09:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:13:46.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Forced To Live In This Mess I Made...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;currently at school. i only have class at 11 until 12. but i've been here since 6.30 in the freaking morning! i didnt wanna go to school today since it was the last day... but i wanna see cBaby later on so yeah... i miss him :] fuh, been so lazy to blog these days since school started. and i could never get my hands on the laptop back at home. anyways, i shall blog the next chance i get :] i've got sooooo many posts to post up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;byebye&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-Bs8v-rMVI/AAAAAAAAATo/TwW4HZ7riSQ/s1600-h/Pix%2840%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-Bs8v-rMVI/AAAAAAAAATo/TwW4HZ7riSQ/s320/Pix%2840%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179259362403365202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and yeah, the new friends at school&lt;/span&gt; :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-1427320993717685034?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/1427320993717685034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=1427320993717685034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/1427320993717685034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/1427320993717685034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/03/school.html' title='I&apos;m Forced To Live In This Mess I Made...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R-Bs8v-rMVI/AAAAAAAAATo/TwW4HZ7riSQ/s72-c/Pix%2840%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-7332331936328960502</id><published>2008-02-18T18:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:14:11.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dreams Become Fake Reality...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...18th February...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;my &lt;u&gt;dream&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;wedding date&lt;/em&gt; :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R7lZrvdX_SI/AAAAAAAAATg/AZrSkE-XBsU/s1600-h/blink182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168260655393275170" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R7lZrvdX_SI/AAAAAAAAATg/AZrSkE-XBsU/s320/blink182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i do miss blink though :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-7332331936328960502?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/7332331936328960502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=7332331936328960502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/7332331936328960502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/7332331936328960502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/02/february-18.html' title='My Dreams Become Fake Reality...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R7lZrvdX_SI/AAAAAAAAATg/AZrSkE-XBsU/s72-c/blink182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-7543909278597288337</id><published>2008-02-17T00:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:15:43.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead From Bad Intentions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Zudyn's ex, we assume, logged in into zudyn's friendster a couple of days ago. well yeah, we're not sure if she is the one who logged into his account but besides me and zudyn, she's the one who knows his password. its her birth date apparently xs anyways, when she logged in there, she wrote a comment on my friendster saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"muamu ah macam apa hahaha badan cangkir.&lt;br /&gt;inda jua lawa sangat hahaha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yeah something like that. baie wah. mencari kelaie! baru lagi ku bangun tuu, mental jua urg tuu lehnya crazy bitch ah! but yeah, i asked zudyn about it as soon as i saw it and he said he didnt do it.  so zudyn asked mira since she knows his password too. she denied it though. aishah got fucking pissed at her when i told her about what mira wrote on my friendster. kalah aku wah ia mental ah hahaha. emosi xP anyways, cAishah buat comment tarus arah my friendster, bullshit about mira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wooo kesian bini2 ah! Nda tah ia malu 2, mengucap kn urg.. Diri lagi tia mihir.. Suka c jimmy, tapi nada urg suka ia blek.. Dude, get a fuckin grip.. Seriously GET A FUCKIN GRIP... Mau kn mendump urg.. P mengacau hiz new gurlfren.. English nya lagi mcm nda pernah belajar, ada kh gudbye 4ever.. LAME!! mun nda pandai ckp english, jgn th.. Malu kn diri saja.. Buduh bnr urg mcm ani eh.. Malu ku eh psl urg nda sadar diri ani eh.. Bh adang.. I got alot 2 say 2 u bitch, bt i'l stop here cz kn0win dat im rytin 2 u jz make sick.. GET A GRIP HOE.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aishah&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i love this weirdo hahahaha she's always there for me :] anyways, i think miraa went and checked out my friendster and saw aishah's comment cause she sent a message to zudyn saying: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seriously speaking, im sorry i was jealous after i know you had a new gf cz i do stil luv u. but i swear, it wasnt me whho deleted ur fs. i didnt knw dt u hvnt change ur pswrd cz i nvr tryna use ur fs atr we broke up. to ur gf, im sorry too. call me a bitch or whatever cz i jst dnt give a damn &amp;amp; fyi, i dnt fucking like jimmy, ok? im so sorry guys. i aint gonna bother u guys nmre. girl, ur lucky to hv him. say whatever u wna say bout me. takecare. cheers... -miraa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i still think shes the one who wrote it. but yeah doesnt matter, im over it anyways. i already have him, and that's all i need. if she still wants to bitch about me, then go ahead. i dont freaking give. my cousins pun mental ane wah hehehe i love them :] yeap yeap yeap, im over it miraa. get a grip! oh yeah, zudyn showed me her pictures, cAishah cakap macam indon hahaha we kept her pictures in a frame. eeerrrgggh, lawa lagi aku. hahahaha nada deh xP nanti tah ku post up her pictures ah :] bubye.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-7543909278597288337?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/7543909278597288337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=7543909278597288337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/7543909278597288337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/7543909278597288337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/02/mira.html' title='Dead From Bad Intentions...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-453499537126236450</id><published>2008-02-11T20:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:17:35.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd Whisper That I Love You As You Fall Out Of Your Clothes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMFG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i &lt;em&gt;fucking&lt;/em&gt; drove! hehehe x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;i fucking drove yesterday hahaha i was so excited!! hehehe tapi i didnt take any pictures hahaha telampau excited wah, lupa kan gambar or take a video x] i started from scratch. i didnt know anything about driving a manual car, dont know how to steer or anything like that. i think i started around 6, it took me one hour to learn speed 1. hahahaha mati saja wah engine ah. jubur banar eh x] anyways, after i finally figured out how to start, it was easy to steer and all :] hehehehehe im so excited! i want i want I WANT a freaking license hehehe x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-453499537126236450?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/453499537126236450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=453499537126236450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/453499537126236450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/453499537126236450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/02/effing-lazy.html' title='I&apos;d Whisper That I Love You As You Fall Out Of Your Clothes...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-5981824451769868146</id><published>2008-02-11T20:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:18:03.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Regret I Can't Rewind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt;'s been drinking and getting drunk ever since i sent &lt;em&gt;hiim&lt;/em&gt; that message... i just feel so fucking guilty. im the cause of everything &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt;'s going through now :( i didnt hear this from &lt;em&gt;hiim&lt;/em&gt; but&lt;em&gt; he&lt;/em&gt; told Mina so she told me. to &lt;em&gt;hiim,&lt;/em&gt; drinking solves everything. to cure &lt;em&gt;hiis&lt;/em&gt; heart or something like that :'( hmmmph... i dont know what to do :( i feel so bad... really really bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R7A90vdX_RI/AAAAAAAAATY/_m72t3MArh8/s1600-h/1_470067744l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165696748896124178" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R7A90vdX_RI/AAAAAAAAATY/_m72t3MArh8/s200/1_470067744l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;abdul hakiim gigit orang&lt;3&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...im sorry...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-5981824451769868146?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/5981824451769868146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=5981824451769868146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/5981824451769868146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/5981824451769868146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-have-i-done.html' title='A Regret I Can&apos;t Rewind...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R7A90vdX_RI/AAAAAAAAATY/_m72t3MArh8/s72-c/1_470067744l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-5306373437962584979</id><published>2008-02-01T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:18:27.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss The Way You Taste...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;...i've finally dumped him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let go of kiim too later on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont really feel good doing this, but i have to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just hope i wont regret doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 1, 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...im officially Zudyn's...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zudyn asked me out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as soon as he found out i let go of the other two :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- iloveu -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-5306373437962584979?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/5306373437962584979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=5306373437962584979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/5306373437962584979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/5306373437962584979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/02/dumped-him.html' title='I Miss The Way You Taste...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-935574888256811381</id><published>2008-01-28T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:19:11.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Become What A Mother Wouldn't Want In A Daughter...</title><content type='html'>O-Level results for the October/November 2008 session came out earlier today. i was shit scared to know my results, then Kiim first texted me and asked what i got :] i didnt check yet that time. Then Arif texted me and asked for my index number and candidate number cause he wanted to check my result for me. After i found out, i stressed out then my SexCoach called me and told me my result too. hahahaha sucks. Then Adam texted me too and asked what i got. hehehe stress rasanya eh kana tanya-tanya ah xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my result.&lt;br /&gt;Nur Khadijah Binti Ismail (&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;O-Level: Eng/&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt; Bm/&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt; Art/&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus the other two subject i got back when i was in AbuDhabi.&lt;br /&gt;O-Level: Mat/&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt; Phy/&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt; Chem/&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam's.&lt;br /&gt;Mohd Abd Azim Bin Mohd Ali (&lt;strong&gt;0&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;A-Level: Geo/&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt; Acc/&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt; Eco/&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiim's.&lt;br /&gt;Abdul Hakiim Bin Awang Yakof (&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;O-Level: Eng/&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; Bm/&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt; Sas/&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt; Irk/&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt; Geo/&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt; Mat/&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt; Csc/&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt; Art/&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arif's.&lt;br /&gt;Mohammad Arif Fazilah Bin Mohd Ali (&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;O-Level: Eng/&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt; Bm/&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt; Sas/&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt; Irk/&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt; His/&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt; Mat/&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt; Csc/&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby's.&lt;br /&gt;Abdul Hadi Bin Zabidi (&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;O-Level: Eng/&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt; Bm/&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt; Irk/&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt; Geo/&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt; Mat/&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt; Csc/&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt; Art/&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, cause of my results, i dont think i can get into MaktabDuli. Well, its not like i wanna go there or anything, i wanna go to pte. But since i didnt get credit for Malay, i dont think i can get into any school, maybe technical. But yeah, i dont think my mom would want me to go there anyways. I might take it again on June. Huh, its so hard. Havent studied it for like... 6 years or more. its shit hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-935574888256811381?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/935574888256811381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=935574888256811381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/935574888256811381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/935574888256811381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/01/results-are-out_28.html' title='I&apos;ve Become What A Mother Wouldn&apos;t Want In A Daughter...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-6060769230668420495</id><published>2008-01-25T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:19:54.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Kiss Tasted Like Tobacco...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so my mom found out i smoke. &lt;/span&gt;i dont get what the big deal is. uuufff. i felt bad though when she was crying... i couldnt say a word, i felt like hugging her but i couldnt, cause yeah... we're not that kinda family. it would be awkward if i just went up to her and hugged her, i bet she'll slap me as an instant reaction. huh. she was telling me and my sister to stop smoking, but stressed it more on me.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"kau nur, jangan tah ko macam setaie. jangan tah ko besigup lagi. jantung mu atu bukannya sehat, dari damit sudah kau ani bepenyakit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-momster-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;yeah, i think i should stop cause of what she said. i mean i never really thought about it. at times i feel that its affecting me and i cant move much; i have to lay down. i think the smoking is really making it worst, but i just dont realize it. huh, wtf am i talking about? anyways, i tried to quit, but i just cant. its so damn hard. i dont know what the fuck to do anymore... i didnt wanna think about it anymore, well at least for now. so i drank earlier today. felt good :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-6060769230668420495?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/6060769230668420495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=6060769230668420495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/6060769230668420495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/6060769230668420495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/01/smoking.html' title='The Last Kiss Tasted Like Tobacco...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-8027868663022860614</id><published>2008-01-22T20:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:16:09.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reflection In The Alcohol...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;huh, i miss &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vodka&lt;/span&gt; oh so very badly &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-8027868663022860614?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/8027868663022860614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=8027868663022860614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/8027868663022860614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/8027868663022860614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/01/vodka.html' title='A Reflection In The Alcohol...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-2097324430635940688</id><published>2008-01-20T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T15:54:58.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Hurts To Force A Smile On My Face...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;uhhh im so lazy to blog tonight. what did i do today? woke up around 12. took a shower. Gzul picked us up from home. went around Brunei buying stuff. went back to his place help around for his brother's marriage thing. went out after that, smoke and drank. came back home around 10 and now im home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...anyways, the only pictures from today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R5Nj7XKaBVI/AAAAAAAAASY/sumAMvS7pWI/s1600-h/DSC01535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R5Nj7XKaBVI/AAAAAAAAASY/sumAMvS7pWI/s200/DSC01535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157575869750445394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R5Nj8HKaBWI/AAAAAAAAASg/3JkGvVeffYA/s1600-h/DSC01549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R5Nj8HKaBWI/AAAAAAAAASg/3JkGvVeffYA/s200/DSC01549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157575882635347298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R5Nj8XKaBXI/AAAAAAAAASo/0ZFuidnvxtI/s1600-h/DSC01551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R5Nj8XKaBXI/AAAAAAAAASo/0ZFuidnvxtI/s200/DSC01551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157575886930314610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R5Nj8nKaBYI/AAAAAAAAASw/ajdy12lTpCQ/s1600-h/DSC01555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R5Nj8nKaBYI/AAAAAAAAASw/ajdy12lTpCQ/s200/DSC01555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157575891225281922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R5NlFXKaBZI/AAAAAAAAAS4/3NBvcqt7eUw/s1600-h/DSC01556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R5NlFXKaBZI/AAAAAAAAAS4/3NBvcqt7eUw/s200/DSC01556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157577141060765074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R5NlFnKaBaI/AAAAAAAAATA/kMN8LxVBOtc/s1600-h/DSC01557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R5NlFnKaBaI/AAAAAAAAATA/kMN8LxVBOtc/s200/DSC01557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157577145355732386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R5NlF3KaBbI/AAAAAAAAATI/TAI08Xa-lfI/s1600-h/DSC01561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R5NlF3KaBbI/AAAAAAAAATI/TAI08Xa-lfI/s200/DSC01561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157577149650699698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R5NlGHKaBcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/5gDyqpMh_tg/s1600-h/DSC01562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R5NlGHKaBcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/5gDyqpMh_tg/s200/DSC01562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157577153945667010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-2097324430635940688?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/2097324430635940688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=2097324430635940688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/2097324430635940688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/2097324430635940688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/01/lazy.html' title='It Hurts To Force A Smile On My Face...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R5Nj7XKaBVI/AAAAAAAAASY/sumAMvS7pWI/s72-c/DSC01535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-680666496148660748</id><published>2008-01-16T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T15:45:42.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These Eyes Are Strongly Covered In Disguise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ Morning ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woke up around 10 i think, took a shower, ate and then met up with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my baby&lt;/span&gt; :] hehehe Aishah showed me the pictures she took that morning when she ditched school and went to his place with her boyfriend. Yep Yep, my baby's cute when he sleeps :] well, at least to me he does :] anyways, i went over around 1.30 i think and came back home around 3.30, before my parents come back home from work. yeah, that's my life now, sneaking out at times i can. i got caught sneaking out at night, so cant do that anymore. when my parents are at work is the only time i can meet up with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R5Ng1HKaBRI/AAAAAAAAAR4/uLXHz9hFOQ0/s1600-h/DSC01475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R5Ng1HKaBRI/AAAAAAAAAR4/uLXHz9hFOQ0/s320/DSC01475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157572463841379602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R5Ng13KaBTI/AAAAAAAAASI/ElAlTSztzRA/s1600-h/DSC01483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R5Ng13KaBTI/AAAAAAAAASI/ElAlTSztzRA/s320/DSC01483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157572476726281522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hashim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;missyou~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ Night ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had my third, and last class undang-undang today :] before going in the class i told my baby to come cause i came early hehe i miss him. Anyways, we took a mock exam, out of 40 questions, i scored 37 hahaha its not bad i guess. i hope i pass the real exam though :] cause i cant fucking wait to drive. ooouuuhh~ im excited x] uhhhh what did i do after that? oh right, i went iron my brothers and sister's school uniform, got $5 from mama. hehe this is the only way i get money now, hafta do house work. huh, its boring. but then later... i went check my &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/kidsgetlaid"&gt;friendster&lt;/a&gt;... looking through kiim's pictures... i miss him alot. i've lost contact with him lately... im scared to text him up... cause i fell for him... and if i see him im gonna keep on falling for him.. i wanna be with him but the problem is that im already seeing someone... i dont know, its so complicated. i want &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiim&lt;/span&gt;, but i cant leave &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my baby&lt;/span&gt;, and i cant leave my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;. aaaahh~ i dont know who i want more :( help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R5Ng2HKaBUI/AAAAAAAAASQ/hm9kv43w-LE/s1600-h/DSC01493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R5Ng2HKaBUI/AAAAAAAAASQ/hm9kv43w-LE/s320/DSC01493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157572481021248834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...that class i attend to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-680666496148660748?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R5Ng1HKaBRI/AAAAAAAAAR4/uLXHz9hFOQ0/s72-c/DSC01475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-90439957187106111</id><published>2008-01-15T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:27:12.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bad Dream That Keeps Repeating...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wanna dump him tonight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i dont have the guts to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...i keep on thinking about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the other&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...my mind's set on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the other...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4uJjnKaBQI/AAAAAAAAARw/HuQDREgHZT0/s1600-h/DSC00775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4uJjnKaBQI/AAAAAAAAARw/HuQDREgHZT0/s320/DSC00775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155365443356722434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yeah, you're all i think about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-90439957187106111?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/90439957187106111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=90439957187106111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/90439957187106111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/90439957187106111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/01/end-it.html' title='A Bad Dream That Keeps Repeating...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail 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HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;yeah, im so bored i have nothing else to post&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to tell you guys that :]&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...si gila mishes you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-7173435867595421399?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/7173435867595421399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=7173435867595421399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/7173435867595421399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/7173435867595421399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/01/si-gila.html' title='You Always Know What To Say To Make Me Lose My Confidence...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-4281518902361451655</id><published>2008-01-14T00:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T15:49:26.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Hide Behind The Smile That You're Faking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andrei's fine.&lt;br /&gt;Good to know he's okay.&lt;br /&gt;We're all really glad he's okay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-4281518902361451655?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/4281518902361451655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=4281518902361451655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/4281518902361451655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/4281518902361451655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/01/hes-fine.html' title='You Hide Behind The Smile That You&apos;re Faking...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-2840127104984330354</id><published>2008-01-13T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:29:21.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's What You Get When You Think About Her...</title><content type='html'>Today i went to my first class undang-undang at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Redza&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a class at Rimba, Jalan 3&lt;/span&gt; )... i was so tired. didn't sleep all night long then went straight to the class. couldn't concentrate for shit... anyways, the class wasnt as bad as i thought it would be... no, theres no hot guys in my class. how sad. HAHAHA! eerrr... the teacher was funny, kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Pandu laju-laju. Kubur menunggu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HAHAHAHA!! yeah i laughed to that when she said it in the class. hahaha buduh banar eh. adakah ya cakap '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baie eh&lt;/span&gt;', '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan mati tah banar&lt;/span&gt;', '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tamparan banar urg ani&lt;/span&gt;', and other stuff like that in class. she also explained the two different meanings of '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;babal&lt;/span&gt;'. ia cakap &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;babal&lt;/span&gt; for kids, it means cute. tapi if cakap &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;babal&lt;/span&gt; for adults, 'buduh tu ertinya'. hahaha i dont know, the way she said it was so damn funny and her face expressions made it funnier. hahahaha gila eh. nyaman ketawa tarus wah ulehnya x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Him-&lt;/span&gt; i texted him right after the class. but no reply. so i went online and he said he didnt wanna read what i sent to him... that was like.. what the fuck?! so i didnt wanna bother him anymore so i told him '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brb makan dulu&lt;/span&gt;' cause yeah, i was really hungry and wanted to eat. but then he was like, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MARAH KAH??&lt;/span&gt;' and went straight offline. yeah, that pissed me off. i mean, what the fuck?! buduh. ane kan alum btidur, bawanya lagi kelaie. eerrrrggghhh! this is fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-2840127104984330354?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/2840127104984330354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=2840127104984330354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/2840127104984330354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/2840127104984330354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-class.html' title='That&apos;s What You Get When You Think About Her...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-2471729657367915157</id><published>2008-01-13T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T15:54:31.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Of Broken Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eerrgghh&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;Andrei&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s worrying the shit out of us. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Merve&lt;/span&gt; called him up but he wouldnt pick up. wont pick up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mina&lt;/span&gt;'s call either and mine. Even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ibo&lt;/span&gt; called him, but still wouldnt pick up. Okay, maybe he's sad or whatever, but all we wanna know is if he's okay. It's worrying me like a freaking bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bull&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bull&lt;/span&gt; i tell you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;bull&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, im currently watching&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ManchesterUnited&lt;/span&gt; vs. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NewcastleUnited&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;OMFG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is so&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;fucking sexy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4kVTXKaAuI/AAAAAAAAANg/8y1qR0CSyOk/s1600-h/smithy3332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4kVTXKaAuI/AAAAAAAAANg/8y1qR0CSyOk/s320/smithy3332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154674670881604322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Manchester United &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WON&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt; !!!&lt;br /&gt;and yet, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smith&lt;/span&gt;'s still&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;fucking sexy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-2471729657367915157?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/2471729657367915157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=2471729657367915157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/2471729657367915157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/2471729657367915157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/01/eeerrgghh-andrei-s-worrying-shit-out-of.html' title='Full Of Broken Thoughts...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4kVTXKaAuI/AAAAAAAAANg/8y1qR0CSyOk/s72-c/smithy3332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-423587425236331669</id><published>2008-01-11T18:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:30:48.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not So Ambitious Without You Around...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im finally out :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...pictures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4obuHKaBCI/AAAAAAAAAQA/xXLjSKX2Yng/s1600-h/PICT0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4obuHKaBCI/AAAAAAAAAQA/xXLjSKX2Yng/s200/PICT0295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154963202489582626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...on the way to the mall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"aaaeeehhhh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4oX2HKaAwI/AAAAAAAAANw/S8VDH2wmcV4/s1600-h/DSC01395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4oZMnKaA6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/yYLBu6lLWuw/s200/DSC01410.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154960427940709282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...waiting room at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Excapade&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4obBXKaA-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/VXNoZMHIvtw/s1600-h/DSC01419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4obBXKaA-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/VXNoZMHIvtw/s200/DSC01419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154962433690436578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4obB3KaBAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ORKoOsG8oeo/s1600-h/DSC01422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4obB3KaBAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ORKoOsG8oeo/s200/DSC01422.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154962442280371202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4obCHKaBBI/AAAAAAAAAP4/pZi1o6zjf8g/s1600-h/DSC01423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4odOXKaBOI/AAAAAAAAARg/8l3y-WgtWIY/s200/DSC01439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154964856051991778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4odOnKaBPI/AAAAAAAAARo/IkrHzmRiuo4/s1600-h/DSC01440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4odOnKaBPI/AAAAAAAAARo/IkrHzmRiuo4/s200/DSC01440.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154964860346959090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...eating at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Excapade&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4obu3KaBDI/AAAAAAAAAQI/8PAJMZIQJVo/s1600-h/DSC01392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4obu3KaBDI/AAAAAAAAAQI/8PAJMZIQJVo/s200/DSC01392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154963215374484530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...hahahahaha!! a random thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaeeeehhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-423587425236331669?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/423587425236331669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=423587425236331669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/423587425236331669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/423587425236331669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/01/out-at-west-street.html' title='I&apos;m Not So Ambitious Without You Around...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4obuHKaBCI/AAAAAAAAAQA/xXLjSKX2Yng/s72-c/PICT0295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-6270168934918511898</id><published>2008-01-11T04:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T15:53:35.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying That You Don't Fade Away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...kidsgetlaid...&lt;/span&gt; yeah, that's us. there's like another four girls (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Salwa, Rym, Nadine &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Caren&lt;/span&gt;) but im more closer with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aishah, Mina, Merve &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Quba&lt;/span&gt;. that's cause we're more alike compared to the other four. Anyways, it just got me thinking of the past, i really miss those days. Even though we wouldnt have anything to do, we'll always make it into a day we'll never forget. No, i haven't forgotten those days... Mina and her addiction to Bader. Merve and her emo-ness. Quba's 'acting cool'. Aishah's.... retardedness. i dont really miss Aishah that much, cause shes my sister hahaha. Anyways, that's not that point. i dont really know what the point is, im just bored and i really miss those days. One thing for sure is i really miss &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kastahing&lt;/span&gt; with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4Z8-HKaAlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/kDkClXI0vd8/s1600-h/kidsgetlaid.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4Z8-HKaAlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/kDkClXI0vd8/s400/kidsgetlaid.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153944230088540754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*all we've got are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dreams&lt;/span&gt; of how our life could be*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Aishah-Mina-Merve-Kadie-Quba-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amsterdam! &lt;/span&gt;that's where our effing reunion's gonna be held at. HAHAHA. Dont know when that will be though, just hoping anytime soon cause i miss these freaking bitches so effing much! i cant fucking stand it anymore. i have fun here, but compared to the fun i have here and back then, it was so much better with them than now. i'll laugh here, but not as much as i would if they're around. it's so different without them. Like the other day, Jimi's birthday. I had fun, drink and smoking and all of that shit... but i had to control myself cause i cant go back home drunk. Anyways, that night, i got tipsy, on the verge of getting drunk, and I imagined having Mina and Merve around... i got so freaking sad that i didnt even care how the fuck i was gonna go back home so i kept on drinking and drinking. uhhh point? i miss them. badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'll rip off your eyes and shove them down your pants so you can watch me kick your ass"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-cendol-&lt;br /&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/4004241134416252201-6270168934918511898?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/6270168934918511898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=6270168934918511898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/6270168934918511898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/6270168934918511898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/01/future-plans.html' title='Praying That You Don&apos;t Fade Away...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4Z8-HKaAlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/kDkClXI0vd8/s72-c/kidsgetlaid.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-4301055926105725543</id><published>2008-01-11T03:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T15:50:12.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Voice Was The Soundtrack Of My Summer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This blog was supposed to be for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...kidsgetlaid...&lt;/span&gt; but yeah since we're not together in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AbuDhabi&lt;/span&gt; anymore, i wouldnt know what to post up everyday. Anyways, I called up&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mina &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Merve&lt;/span&gt; the other day for like 50seconds, and it made me miss them more. aaahhhh~ i really wanna go back to the good old days cause now, life's just shit. So yeah i was just talking to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mina &lt;/span&gt;online and she showed me this video of this guy i used to date, well yeah kinda. Anyways yeah, i miss him. I havent been thinking about him lately cause theres really no point of it. But then... yeah... i miss him. His immatureness... aaahhh! im gonna stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4Z6LXKaAjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/fctzTDWIga8/s1600-h/arikat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4Z6LXKaAjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/fctzTDWIga8/s320/arikat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153941159186924082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"run Kat"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Kat running*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ouch"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;uhh.. i miss him. i miss &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kidsgetlaid&lt;/span&gt; too, but this is... different. i wanna go back in time and re-do stuff that wouldnt make me regret what i did or havent done before... i could never be myself everytime i was with him, i would get so freaking nervous around him and be a person that im not. i couldnt even talk to him properly. Gawd! that's a regret i cant rewind. hmmm yeah, i dont really have much memories with him, but the stuff that happened, i'll always remember. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-i miss you-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-4301055926105725543?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/4301055926105725543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=4301055926105725543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/4301055926105725543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/4301055926105725543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/01/kidsgetlaid.html' title='Your Voice Was The Soundtrack Of My Summer...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4Z6LXKaAjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/fctzTDWIga8/s72-c/arikat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-6666129512295034254</id><published>2008-01-11T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:24:33.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Believe That It's Better When You Leave Everything Behind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...he went to Miri today, and oh do i miss him so fucking much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i fell asleep around 8pm cause i miss him so much... now its 12.45am and i still miss him so much. im just waiting for him to call me up, i would call him but yeah, im outta credit. aaahhh~ i miss him! i dont know what to do. im worried at the same time cause he's there with his cousin. just the two of them. i kept on thinking that he'll get a freaking prostitute and fuck her all night long. hope that doesnt happen but yeah, not impossible. huh, i really do miss him :( i keep on listening to the songs we would listen to in his car... uhhh i sound gay but i dont really give cause i miss him... alot! anyways im gonna get gone and wait for his call in my room, cause its effing hot out here. bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Saw you walk into the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Thought I’d try to talk to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Babe am I ever glad you wanted me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; It’s been two years to the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Half the time I’ve been away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I know I’m not there enough but that’s gonna change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Cause I’m coming back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; To show you that I’m keeping the promise I made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; When I’m with you I'll make every second count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Cause I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Whenever you're not around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; When I kiss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I still get butterflies years from now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I'll make every second count when I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Yeah we've had our ups and down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; But we've always worked them out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Babe am I ever glad we've got this far now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Still I'm lying here tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Wishing I was by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Cause when I'm not there enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Nothing feels right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; So I'm coming back to show you that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I'll love you the rest of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; When I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I'll make every second count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Cause I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; When ever you're not around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; When I kiss you I still get butterflies years from now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I'll make every second count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; When I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Whatever it takes I'm not gonna break the promise I made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; When I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I'll make every second count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Cause I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; When I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I'll make every second count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Cause I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Whenever you're not around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; When I kiss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I still get butterflies years from now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I'll make every second count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; (Make every second count)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; When I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; When I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; When I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; When I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...i mish you baby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4004241134416252201-6666129512295034254?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/6666129512295034254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=6666129512295034254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/6666129512295034254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/6666129512295034254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-miss-him.html' title='Don&apos;t Believe That It&apos;s Better When You Leave Everything Behind...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004241134416252201.post-784026284438307581</id><published>2008-01-09T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T15:51:31.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I'm Leaving With A Broken Heart, You're Leaving With A Bleeding Nose...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah, my first post. I thought of what to post up, but uhhh... still cant figure out what to do. Anyways, i guess i'll just post up pictures of my holiday to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KotaKinabalu&lt;/span&gt; on the 26th till the 29th of December. I went there with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my Mama&lt;/span&gt; and my sister &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aishah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Irings&lt;/span&gt; with&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Jazie &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gzul&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adul&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MitIn&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Usu&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her kids&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nini&lt;/span&gt;. The whole trip took &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;four days&lt;/span&gt; in total.. Driving up there and coming back was such a fucking long journey (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12 hours or more&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buring gila ah. Buduh.&lt;/span&gt; Anyways, i slept through most of the ride though hehehehe x] As soon as we got there it was already late; the shops were closed. So the next day, we stared the day off with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; BurgerKing&lt;/span&gt; :] &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;waaah~ nyaman gila eh&lt;/span&gt;. oh yeah, there's no such thing as BurgerKing in Brunei. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4TmnnKZ_PI/AAAAAAAAABs/G_5eGgG2NLE/s1600-h/burger+king2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4TmnnKZ_PI/AAAAAAAAABs/G_5eGgG2NLE/s320/burger+king2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153497441820605682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Shopping there was effing awesome! I've never shopped like that ever in my life. My dad gave me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BN$150&lt;/span&gt; and i spent every single penny. Bought clothes and a pair of jeans, the others on food and drinks (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Starbucks!&lt;/span&gt;). Drank lots and lots and lots of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt; hehe (cause again, there's no such thing as Starbucks in Brunei. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gay&lt;/span&gt;, again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4Tf5nKZ_EI/AAAAAAAAAAU/n_3JMQlUUdk/s1600-h/starbuckz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 83px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4Tf5nKZ_EI/AAAAAAAAAAU/n_3JMQlUUdk/s320/starbuckz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153490054476856386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, we took a hell lot of pictures so here's the rest of the pictures taken through out the whole four days away from that stressful house i live in :] &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*lalalala*&lt;/span&gt; i miss -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4TjonKZ_FI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xc58jjxwqL4/s1600-h/DSC00763.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4TjonKZ_FI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xc58jjxwqL4/s1600-h/DSC00763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4TjonKZ_FI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xc58jjxwqL4/s320/DSC00763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153494160465591378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4Tjo3KZ_GI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PagxNBtowzc/s1600-h/DSC00769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 81px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4Tjo3KZ_GI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PagxNBtowzc/s320/DSC00769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153494164760558690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4TjpHKZ_HI/AAAAAAAAAAs/A3mWk-nhUyk/s1600-h/DSC00771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4TjpHKZ_HI/AAAAAAAAAAs/A3mWk-nhUyk/s320/DSC00771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153494169055526002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4TlDHKZ_KI/AAAAAAAAABE/IytpicLltB0/s1600-h/DSC00824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4TlDHKZ_KI/AAAAAAAAABE/IytpicLltB0/s320/DSC00824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153495715243752610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4TjpXKZ_II/AAAAAAAAAA0/2ZBomM8pGmg/s1600-h/DSC00775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4TjpXKZ_II/AAAAAAAAAA0/2ZBomM8pGmg/s320/DSC00775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153494173350493314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4TjpnKZ_JI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1_uxjBNu_uQ/s1600-h/DSC00787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4TjpnKZ_JI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1_uxjBNu_uQ/s320/DSC00787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153494177645460626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4TlEHKZ_NI/AAAAAAAAABc/v5G5xbXYLUQ/s320/DSC00874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153495732423621842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4TlEnKZ_OI/AAAAAAAAABk/09CDmlmnQqQ/s1600-h/DSC00875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4TlEnKZ_OI/AAAAAAAAABk/09CDmlmnQqQ/s320/DSC00875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153495741013556450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4TlDXKZ_LI/AAAAAAAAABM/lkGJNQJbYjY/s1600-h/DSC00868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4TlDXKZ_LI/AAAAAAAAABM/lkGJNQJbYjY/s320/DSC00868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153495719538719922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4TlD3KZ_MI/AAAAAAAAABU/aIKLZvOgDHw/s1600-h/DSC00870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4TlD3KZ_MI/AAAAAAAAABU/aIKLZvOgDHw/s320/DSC00870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153495728128654530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4ToAHKZ_QI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qzfUlhpl9CM/s1600-h/DSC00876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4ToAHKZ_QI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qzfUlhpl9CM/s200/DSC00876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153498962239028482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4ToAXKZ_RI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8fIA72zqkWE/s1600-h/DSC00881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4ToBXKZ_UI/AAAAAAAAACU/ccVWLeNd4BA/s200/DSC00898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153498983713865026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4TpeHKZ_VI/AAAAAAAAACc/5AaJz-8Ew6M/s1600-h/DSC00901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4TpeHKZ_VI/AAAAAAAAACc/5AaJz-8Ew6M/s200/DSC00901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153500577146731858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...theres more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4TpeXKZ_WI/AAAAAAAAACk/U7UJxXRHeJM/s1600-h/DSC00904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4TpeXKZ_WI/AAAAAAAAACk/U7UJxXRHeJM/s200/DSC00904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153500581441699170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4TpenKZ_XI/AAAAAAAAACs/Y2RcOwOk1ps/s1600-h/DSC00905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4T84nKZ_9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/KJ4dV1sEyik/s200/P1012480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153521923134193618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4T-4nKZ_-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/lkMVCv8ngv0/s1600-h/P1012482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4T-4nKZ_-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/lkMVCv8ngv0/s200/P1012482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153524122157449186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4T-5nKZ__I/AAAAAAAAAHs/M0HWPSvhp8c/s1600-h/P1012485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4T-5nKZ__I/AAAAAAAAAHs/M0HWPSvhp8c/s200/P1012485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153524139337318386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4T-53KaAAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/yc6OBOJ5mC8/s1600-h/P1012489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4T-53KaAAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/yc6OBOJ5mC8/s200/P1012489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153524143632285698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4T-7HKaABI/AAAAAAAAAH8/D6KICHqIKzk/s1600-h/P1012492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4T-7HKaABI/AAAAAAAAAH8/D6KICHqIKzk/s200/P1012492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153524165107122194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UC2nKaACI/AAAAAAAAAIE/32str_lMU_o/s1600-h/P1012497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UC2nKaACI/AAAAAAAAAIE/32str_lMU_o/s200/P1012497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153528485844221986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UFoHKaAFI/AAAAAAAAAIc/aJ5uB9zTr70/s1600-h/P1012506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UFoHKaAFI/AAAAAAAAAIc/aJ5uB9zTr70/s200/P1012506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153531535271002194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UEDXKaADI/AAAAAAAAAIM/_UHzEr5XJYo/s1600-h/P1012498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UEDXKaADI/AAAAAAAAAIM/_UHzEr5XJYo/s200/P1012498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153529804399181874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UEmXKaAEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/QskUDQoQ6CA/s1600-h/P1012501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UEmXKaAEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/QskUDQoQ6CA/s200/P1012501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153530405694603330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UFoXKaAGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-0VZckeuvsI/s1600-h/P1012509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UFoXKaAGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-0VZckeuvsI/s200/P1012509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153531539565969506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4T-7HKaABI/AAAAAAAAAH8/D6KICHqIKzk/s1600-h/P1012492.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UGZXKaAHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/lkS6MoAENgI/s1600-h/P1012536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UGZXKaAHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/lkS6MoAENgI/s200/P1012536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153532381379559538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UHQHKaAII/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZCG_WCX5t6I/s1600-h/P1012595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UHQHKaAII/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZCG_WCX5t6I/s200/P1012595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153533321977397378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UHQXKaAJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/yyfrgIo-NI8/s1600-h/P1012596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UHQXKaAJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/yyfrgIo-NI8/s200/P1012596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153533326272364690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UIKnKaAKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C1RzqZfkgrQ/s1600-h/P1012597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UIKnKaAKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C1RzqZfkgrQ/s200/P1012597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153534326999744674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...wait, i still have more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UIK3KaALI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qanz39p31gE/s1600-h/P1012598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UIK3KaALI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qanz39p31gE/s200/P1012598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153534331294711986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UJY3KaANI/AAAAAAAAAJc/dwqiteXLXLE/s1600-h/Picture+339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UJY3KaANI/AAAAAAAAAJc/dwqiteXLXLE/s200/Picture+339.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153535671324508370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UJYXKaAMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/oMlPivyq_JU/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UJYXKaAMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/oMlPivyq_JU/s200/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153535662734573762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UKm3KaAOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/5ETCqFYhvgA/s1600-h/Picture+348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UKm3KaAOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/5ETCqFYhvgA/s200/Picture+348.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153537011354304738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UIK3KaALI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qanz39p31gE/s1600-h/P1012598.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UKnHKaAPI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ibAEfw3WPpM/s1600-h/Picture+360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UKnHKaAPI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ibAEfw3WPpM/s200/Picture+360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153537015649272050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4ULsXKaAQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/mqkx0-ww0Y8/s1600-h/Picture+366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4ULsXKaAQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/mqkx0-ww0Y8/s200/Picture+366.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153538205355213058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4ULs3KaARI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/d6TowuLgp90/s1600-h/Picture+367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4ULs3KaARI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/d6TowuLgp90/s200/Picture+367.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153538213945147666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UMtnKaASI/AAAAAAAAAKE/IdsZgeqwm3E/s1600-h/Picture+368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UMtnKaASI/AAAAAAAAAKE/IdsZgeqwm3E/s200/Picture+368.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153539326341677346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UKnHKaAPI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ibAEfw3WPpM/s1600-h/Picture+360.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UMvnKaATI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Nuvpqwr5O58/s1600-h/Picture+369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UMvnKaATI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Nuvpqwr5O58/s200/Picture+369.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153539360701415730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UN7XKaAUI/AAAAAAAAAKU/f1QYABDgPnA/s1600-h/Picture+374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UN7XKaAUI/AAAAAAAAAKU/f1QYABDgPnA/s200/Picture+374.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153540662076506434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UN7nKaAVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/qm4yRwPksNM/s1600-h/Picture+417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UN7nKaAVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/qm4yRwPksNM/s200/Picture+417.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153540666371473746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UQCHKaAWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/59Tb-7szADU/s1600-h/Picture+454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UQCHKaAWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/59Tb-7szADU/s200/Picture+454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153542977063879010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UMvnKaATI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Nuvpqwr5O58/s1600-h/Picture+369.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UQCnKaAXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/uUj9Tx24H7w/s1600-h/Picture+461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UQCnKaAXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/uUj9Tx24H7w/s200/Picture+461.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153542985653813618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4ZEp3KaAgI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9BGHg-IsScA/s1600-h/Picture+492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4ZEp3KaAgI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9BGHg-IsScA/s200/Picture+492.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153882309545034242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4ZEqnKaAhI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ypxYyO1c5bM/s1600-h/Picture+503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4ZEqnKaAhI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ypxYyO1c5bM/s200/Picture+503.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153882322429936146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4ZImnKaAiI/AAAAAAAAAME/sBOj0nGnPmE/s1600-h/Picture+560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4ZImnKaAiI/AAAAAAAAAME/sBOj0nGnPmE/s200/Picture+560.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153886651756970530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4UQCnKaAXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/uUj9Tx24H7w/s1600-h/Picture+461.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeah, that's pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i had fun those four days cause life's a bitch when im stuck at home in Brunei. Anyways, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jazie&lt;/span&gt; slept over at my place that day we got back from KK cause we're heading up to Miri the next day :] i thought we were gonna spend new years there, but that didn't happen, thank God. hehehe came back around 8pm on the 31st. i shall post up the pictures next time, cause yeah, im not really in the mood to post up more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhh... byebye :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004241134416252201-784026284438307581?l=kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/feeds/784026284438307581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004241134416252201&amp;postID=784026284438307581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/784026284438307581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004241134416252201/posts/default/784026284438307581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsgetlaid.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-post.html' title='If I&apos;m Leaving With A Broken Heart, You&apos;re Leaving With A Bleeding Nose...'/><author><name>kadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996037796867670540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4bvLXKaArI/AAAAAAAAANI/pg-U_f3l8ZM/S220/DSC00775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNcIJxyGo6A/R4TmnnKZ_PI/AAAAAAAAABs/G_5eGgG2NLE/s72-c/burger+king2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
