<?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-359196814022609132</id><updated>2012-02-03T05:43:50.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a simple life is a happy life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>est</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06022455059086758126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i33/estkit/Image676.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-22636663017801932</id><published>2008-03-27T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T23:50:25.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good news</title><content type='html'>my house finally rented out. wuhuuu~~~sort another matter in my mind. aim of the year settle all my outstanding and start from ZERO next year. cool cool... i think my luck is back. i able to do it..... hopefully my day is coming. feel so relax...so nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait for my coming soon good news ya ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-22636663017801932?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/22636663017801932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=22636663017801932' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/22636663017801932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/22636663017801932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-news.html' title='good news'/><author><name>est</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06022455059086758126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i33/estkit/Image676.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-8183284366268376400</id><published>2008-03-18T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T23:30:26.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing's gonna change my love for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I had to live my life without you near me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The days would all be empty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The nights would seem so long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With you I see forever oh so clearly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I might have been in love before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it never felt this strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our dreams are young and we both know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They'll take us where we want to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hold me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Touch me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want to live without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing''s gonna change my love for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You ought to know by now how much I LOVE YOU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One thing you can be sure of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll never ask for more than your love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You ought to know by know how much I LOVE YOU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The world may change my whole life through but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;NOTHING'S GONNA CHANGE MY LOVE FOR YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If the road ahead is not so easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our love will lead the way for us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like a guiding star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you should need me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don''t have to change a thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you just the way you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So come with me and share the view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll help you see forever too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hold me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Touch me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don''t want to live without you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-8183284366268376400?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/8183284366268376400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=8183284366268376400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/8183284366268376400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/8183284366268376400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/2008/03/nothings-gonna-change-my-love-for-you.html' title='nothing&apos;s gonna change my love for you'/><author><name>est</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06022455059086758126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i33/estkit/Image676.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-801974709789775447</id><published>2008-03-13T12:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T19:24:36.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 + 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;wow wow... turning to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;very very soon. sounds scary. sometimes i think back. what i did or done for myself for this 26 years. what i have now?? for now i just hope i really can start back everything from ZERO. you guys out there must wish my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIRTHDAY WISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;will come true :p&lt;br /&gt;first of all i really want to say million thanks for all my friends and family members who always be there for me when i in need during my hard time. you guys really nice. i wont ever ever let myself to forget you all in my life. i know you all always said ESTHER YOU CAN MAKE IT. yeah...i can be tough....be independant. i wont make myself, my family and my friends disappointed with me. here comes brand new esther. jeng~jeng~~jeng~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-801974709789775447?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/801974709789775447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=801974709789775447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/801974709789775447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/801974709789775447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/2008/03/25-1.html' title='25 + 1'/><author><name>est</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06022455059086758126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i33/estkit/Image676.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-470022276160485857</id><published>2008-03-05T11:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T12:23:00.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blurring day...</title><content type='html'>after sometimes suddenly it become so blur to me yesterday. my brain can't stop thinking and thinking and thinking. early in the morning bring my laptop to work then after reached office i found out i forgot to bring my cable. then the whole day in the office doing work blindly. kaka.... after work went to get my car. as usual reverse my car. BAng~~~ i looked at side mirror.. the motorcycle park behind me is lying on the floor. i just didn't do anything and push my gear to "D" and go. i really like no feeling at all. today i need to rush to have dinner with my parents. i rush back to feed mocha then i need to go to the restaurant. after half hour at home i took my bag and rush out. guess what...as usual i locked the wooden door and open the grill door to go out but after i locked the wooden door i found out the grill door is lock and i didn't take my keys out of the house. I STUCK IN BETWEEN THE DOOR. i can't go out and can't go in. haiz....funny right? i called my housemate for help. lucky she still in the office so she came back to get me the house key to release myself. i sat in the middle of the doors doing nothing. i am not mad at all. just keep sms with my sister asked her to start the dinner without me first. after waiting for 45 minutes finally my friend is  back. thanks god i get back my freedom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-470022276160485857?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/470022276160485857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=470022276160485857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R9kLM2zdcdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Qm_vRUz890o/s1600-h/Mocha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177181562136785362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R9kLM2zdcdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Qm_vRUz890o/s200/Mocha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hi all...sorry for long time didnt update my blog. just for updates... mocha is back with me. he is still the same old mocha. super manja and likes to run around the house like mad. keke....but i think he is a bit bored at my 30th floor condo. he cant simply go out or play with other dogs like the other days when he stayed with my ex. at first i thought of let him sleep in the cage at living hall but end up i also bring him in my room to sleep with me. it's really pity for him to sleep in the cage since i already locked him in the cage during working hours. after a week now he doing good in my house. lucky he still remember where to do his business. i still scare he will simply do it and need to train it all over again. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;YOU ARE SMART MOCHA... muacks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-6569846317366261895?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/6569846317366261895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=6569846317366261895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-9138767485018188625</id><published>2008-02-15T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T02:06:25.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my valentine's day</title><content type='html'>hi everybody...how was the valentine's day?so fast already pass. time flies really fast. actually valentine's day really not that special. haha.... mine is super simple this year. after work around 7pm going to fetch my good friend for a dinner then will back to my mum's house for prayer since this valentine's crash with chor 8 midnight need to "pai tin kung". walao...the road really jam everywhere. half way to my friend's house i really cant stand of the teribble jam. i called up my friend and ask him to go my mum's house to fetch me. about 9pm finally he reached. we just go to a nice mamak to celebrate our single life valentine's. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after chat a while at the mamak then he sent me back to my mum's house. after the prayer my mum cooked noodles. really alot of foods to eat. hehe...i grab 1 left chicken drumstick and 1 right duck drumstick. really super full man~~~hehe...after this gonna diet already. this cny really eat alot without control. if still continue with this kind of eating sure gonna celebrate my single valentine's whole life :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : I WANT TO DIET~~~LOL (don't laugh at me coz this is my every year resolution)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-9138767485018188625?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/9138767485018188625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=9138767485018188625' title='1 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updates :p being lazy for quite sometimes. first of all i would like to wish you all gong xi fa chai, happy chinese new year and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. sure you all already have a sweet and memorable planning tonight. for me it would be just another thursday which is flea market day at my office today. hehe... is my favaorite and can say memorable every thursday for me :p so you guys already get something for your love ones? this year is my very first year no need to celebrate Valentine's or maybe can say i just realise today is Valentine's day :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;past few weeks i been busy around repairing and servicing my old car :( and for my cny it seems to be just a normal holidays for me to have a rest. anyway is a good time to lazying around. nothing much to blog with this boring life :p hahaha...hopefully the next post will be more interesting. ENJOY your night ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-7867152799497900828?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/7867152799497900828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=7867152799497900828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/7867152799497900828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/7867152799497900828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/2008/02/14th-feb-2008.html' title='14th feb 2008'/><author><name>est</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06022455059086758126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i33/estkit/Image676.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-5057236750913771004</id><published>2008-01-28T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T23:20:35.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i get my car</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R53wnCYkDZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/zdN7msIzbEI/s1600-h/st215899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160545301481917842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R53wnCYkDZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/zdN7msIzbEI/s200/st215899.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;jeng jeng jeng~~~ladies and gentleman...finally i manage to have my own car. i will go and pick up my satria from the dealer tomorrow. it is not an expensive car nor new car. it was just a 10 years old used car. anyway i wish to own a satria long long time ago. this time finally i get it but is really not easy. after suffer for so long and NOW i get it. yes yes yes~~~ really very happy and i really hope this new baby is not hard to take care :/ 10 year s car.... hopefully the parts still in good condition or else i will die man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;with a car now i feel more ease. at least i can have my plan and do things smoothly no need always need to beg for help. thanks for my true friends who always willing to give me a ride when i need them. i love you guys. hehe...1st of all i will drive back to my parents house ;) now i can visit them more frequent. yuhuu~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i33/estkit/Image676.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R53wnCYkDZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/zdN7msIzbEI/s72-c/st215899.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-308352542745502636</id><published>2008-01-14T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T01:39:41.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you make me wanna</title><content type='html'>You know you make me wanna.&lt;br /&gt;You know you make me wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start it off I know you know me&lt;br /&gt;To come to think of it, it was only last week.&lt;br /&gt;That I had a dream about us, oh.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I am here, I'm writing this song.&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth you know I have been hurting all along,&lt;br /&gt;Someway let me know, you want me girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you see me what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm a poor man and you're the queen.&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, you're the only thing that I really need.&lt;br /&gt;Baby that's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna call you in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna hold you till the morning light.&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna love, you make me wanna fall.&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna surrender my soul.&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a feeling that I just can't fight.&lt;br /&gt;You're the first and last thing on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna love, you make me wanna fall.&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna surrender my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know that these feelings won't end no, no.&lt;br /&gt;They'll just get stronger if I see you again.&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm tired of being friends.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know if you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;And could you tell me do you feel my pain?&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me in doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you see me what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm a poor man and you're the queen.&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, you're the only thing that I really need.&lt;br /&gt;And baby that's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna call you in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna hold you till the morning light.&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna love, you make me wanna fall.&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna surrender my soul.&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a feeling that I just can't fight.&lt;br /&gt;You're the first and last thing on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna love, you make me wanna fall.&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna surrender my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you home real quick&lt;br /&gt;And sit you down on the couch&lt;br /&gt;Pour some Dom Perignon and hit the lights out.&lt;br /&gt;Baby we can make sweet love.&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll take it nice and slow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna touch you like you've never know before&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna make love all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna call you in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna hold you till the morning light.&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna love, you make me wanna fall.&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna surrender my soul.&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a feeling that I just can't fight.&lt;br /&gt;You're the first and last thing on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna love, you make me wanna fall.&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna surrender my soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-308352542745502636?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/308352542745502636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i33/estkit/Image676.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-7253130370069283622</id><published>2008-01-11T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T04:16:20.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy day...</title><content type='html'>wuhooo....is a great holiday today. i woke up at 1pm something. then went out for lunch cum dinner at about 4pm with my housemate and a friend of mine. we have a quick 1 because my friend volunteer to accompany me to look around for 2nd hand satria. hehe.... we able to find 2 satria auto. 1 is &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and another 1 is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. not bad as long as not &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;color. the most attract me on the blue satria is the plate number SATRIA 678 which my friend argued with me til now saying that the number is 768. hahaha...so just assume it is 768 la ya... :p after test drive on it. sigh...the car seems like not worth to get it. i dont want to spend so much to repair after get it. erm...the purple satria also not bad. all the interior and body looks better than the blue 1 but we cant manage to test drive on it coz the car's battery too weak. not even can start the car. i think i will go some other shop to have a look or else i might consider the purple 1. anyway...i still love the plate number SATRIA 678. how how how????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after look around we head to my house. hehe...my housemate is preparing bbq dinner at my balcony. lol...sure you all think we crazy. yeah~~we are crazy. we always do crazy things together. so total 4 of us have our bbq at my 30th floor condominium's balcony. hahaha... after all we start our mahjong session again. guess what...i win!!!! so happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is friday again. hehe...this time not so bored weekend i guess. after work 4 of us will going to genting. really very long time didnt go already. even i didnt gamble except mahjong session at home but i wish i can go there for some cooling air.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-7253130370069283622?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/7253130370069283622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=7253130370069283622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/7253130370069283622'/><link rel='self' 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:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my housemate very scare to play with me coz they said i always win. erm...actually i dont like to gamble. usually i will lose but then i really win all the while i play with them. haha....maybe i have my luck in gamble already. anyhow i still too scare to play with money coz i cant bear to use my money on gamble. haha... just play play without money to pass time can la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any mahjong kaki are welcome to my house :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-8952311321315100446?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/8952311321315100446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=8952311321315100446' title='0 Comments'/><link 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ma?? hehe...i really happy with this. i love this house. this is what i shop this few days...new coffee table, carpet... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R3U2PakiIOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ZQse3oDk0R8/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149081387426521314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R3U2PakiIOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ZQse3oDk0R8/s200/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lights....curtains &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R3U0zakiIMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2jP3Igdk2ns/s1600-h/Image080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149079806878556354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R3U0zakiIMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2jP3Igdk2ns/s200/Image080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149080605742473426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R3U1h6kiINI/AAAAAAAAAGE/uB-Iw8aWcyE/s200/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; this is my new decor of my room... just change the curtain and also bed sheet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R3U3KqkiIPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FuLm8GCD_CE/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149082405333770482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R3U3KqkiIPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FuLm8GCD_CE/s200/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R3U3rakiIQI/AAAAAAAAAGc/EcgiCalaHAo/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149082967974486274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R3U3rakiIQI/AAAAAAAAAGc/EcgiCalaHAo/s200/Image025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell me is nice. hahaha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-1791550943993155489?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/1791550943993155489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=1791550943993155489' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-5393178523218889608</id><published>2007-12-29T01:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T01:35:47.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photo part 2....new year, new life, new environment</title><content type='html'>since i have so many free time during this festive season...me and my housemate decide to have a superb shopping spree. after all those past memories...this is my most happy moment after we shop like mad. we shop like no tomorrow!!!!!!! see all the photos below you all will know what we did at the shopping complexes. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R3UxXqkiILI/AAAAAAAAAF0/vz9jRRm0R9g/s1600-h/Image077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149076031602303154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R3UxXqkiILI/AAAAAAAAAF0/vz9jRRm0R9g/s200/Image077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R3Uw-KkiIKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Ib8OHvSv9Qk/s1600-h/Image076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149075593515638946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R3Uw-KkiIKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Ib8OHvSv9Qk/s200/Image076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oppss...just imagine if we drive 4 wheel drive to the complexes. we shop til the car so full...just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; good enough for me and my housemate &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R3UwcKkiIJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/BwfgDOuBKk8/s1600-h/Image077.jpg"&gt;to sit in the car :p&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R3Uvw6kiIII/AAAAAAAAAFc/lYOc6cCaPXs/s1600-h/Image059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149074266370744450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R3Uvw6kiIII/AAAAAAAAAFc/lYOc6cCaPXs/s200/Image059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;DAY 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149075009400086674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R3UwcKkiIJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/BwfgDOuBKk8/s200/Image077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another problem for us after we reach home. how we going to take all those things to 30th floor CONDO?????? anyhow we take few times to the lift and few times from the lift to our unit. wow!!! tiring man :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okok...let you all see the outcome after heavy shopping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/359196814022609132-5393178523218889608?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/5393178523218889608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=5393178523218889608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/5393178523218889608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/5393178523218889608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/2007/12/photo-part-2new-year-new-life-new.html' title='photo part 2....new year, new life, new environment'/><author><name>est</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06022455059086758126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i33/estkit/Image676.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R3UxXqkiILI/AAAAAAAAAF0/vz9jRRm0R9g/s72-c/Image077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-2903992320580868261</id><published>2007-12-29T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T01:13:31.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photo part 1....christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R3UfOKkiICI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nivO_JE2i_c/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149056077184245794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R3UfOKkiICI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nivO_JE2i_c/s200/Image028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R3Ui36kiIFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/oQIGpB3pAeo/s1600-h/Image042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149060092978667602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R3Ui36kiIFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/oQIGpB3pAeo/s200/Image042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i believe you all always just get to read my blog without photos. i am really sorry because i really dont know how to upload and arrange the photo in this blog. after i upload everything become very messy :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R3Uf_akiIDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/uqPO2TJps_8/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149056923292803122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R3Uf_akiIDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/uqPO2TJps_8/s200/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R3UqYKkiIGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/avtrKL0jfaE/s1600-h/Image043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149068343610843234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R3UqYKkiIGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/avtrKL0jfaE/s200/Image043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R3Uq-6kiIHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/J-IRAT6IBv4/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149069009330774130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R3Uq-6kiIHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/J-IRAT6IBv4/s200/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149058207488024642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R3UhKKkiIEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_shHCrUOFgg/s200/Image040.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Here you go this is my 1st christmas tree in my house after 25 years :p nice or not??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-2903992320580868261?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/2903992320580868261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=2903992320580868261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/2903992320580868261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/2903992320580868261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/2007/12/photo-photo-photochristmas.html' title='photo part 1....christmas'/><author><name>est</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06022455059086758126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i33/estkit/Image676.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R3UfOKkiICI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nivO_JE2i_c/s72-c/Image028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-6638688419828738855</id><published>2007-12-25T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T19:29:27.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye 2007....welcome 2008</title><content type='html'>alot of things happen during the year 2007. i change my job, separated, move new place, knew new friends, do something crazy and most of all the last quarter of the year is all about drinking session. i really wish i can stop drinking and adjust back my life to normal. kakakaka.... i cant sleep when the night i didnt drink. i stop for 2 days and this 2 days i didnt sleep at all. i really scare. what can i do... should i get sleeping pills to overcome this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas going to pass soon. new year is coming...really hope everything will goes smooth very soon. long long way to go with this coming new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-6638688419828738855?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/6638688419828738855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=6638688419828738855' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/6638688419828738855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/6638688419828738855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/2007/12/goodbye-2007welcome-2008.html' title='goodbye 2007....welcome 2008'/><author><name>est</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06022455059086758126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i33/estkit/Image676.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-510613600598474820</id><published>2007-12-25T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T18:05:40.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas eve 2007</title><content type='html'>i received alot of sms greeting from all of my friends. really happy for that. alot of sms asking me where u partying tonight? where you enjoying yourself tonight? and some other sms "dont drink too much" hahaha....they really know me much but what's surprising is i didnt drink at all and didnt celebrate. i was at home since 12am on 24th and doing housekeeping on 25th. kakaka....i believe some of u might feel weird..ESTHER you stay at home? alone? i said YEAH...i am at home doing nothing and got no one to talk to. so i decide better talk to my blog. WHAT A BORING LIFE I HAVING NOW. i am having a long holidays. my company is good enough to let us have a long holiday till next year. should be a good news right? but for me i really scare holiday and weekend. i dont want be alone :s all this festive season really drive me crazy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-510613600598474820?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/510613600598474820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=510613600598474820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/510613600598474820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/510613600598474820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-eve-2007.html' title='christmas eve 2007'/><author><name>est</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06022455059086758126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i33/estkit/Image676.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-907635344739869850</id><published>2007-12-21T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T17:44:48.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy month</title><content type='html'>wow....so fast is already 21st of Dec...is really a very very busy month for me. rushing this and that. work 7 days a week. sometimes i think back am i already cure from my heart sick or i really busy til i have no time to think back. after so many things happen since september...now is already 3 months pass. 3 months? oh god...i thought is very long time ago coz is really alot of things happen in such a short period. it was like 3 years for me. anyway,i cant really tell what is my condition now. happy?sad?good?bad? erm...me myself also has no answer for it. so far i still adjusting my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-907635344739869850?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/907635344739869850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=907635344739869850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/907635344739869850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/907635344739869850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/2007/12/busy-month.html' title='busy month'/><author><name>est</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06022455059086758126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i33/estkit/Image676.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-879693852996016886</id><published>2007-12-06T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T15:45:39.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Hurts The Most</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;today whole day raining... bringing me to more emotional mood :s suddenly this song come into my mind. is really so true about my mood now. hope you all like this song as well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house&lt;br /&gt;That don’t bother me&lt;br /&gt;I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out&lt;br /&gt;I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;Even though going on with you gone still upsets me&lt;br /&gt;There are days every now and again I pretend I’m ok&lt;br /&gt;But that’s not what gets me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Was being so close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And never knowingWhat could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving youIs what I was tryin’ to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;But I’m doin’ It&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone&lt;br /&gt;Still HarderGetting up, getting dressed, livin’ with this regret&lt;br /&gt;But I know if I could do it over&lt;br /&gt;I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart&lt;br /&gt;That I left unspoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Is being so close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was trying to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Is being so close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was trying to do&lt;br /&gt;Not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I was trying to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-879693852996016886?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/879693852996016886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=879693852996016886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/879693852996016886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/879693852996016886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-hurts-most.html' title='What Hurts The Most'/><author><name>est</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06022455059086758126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i33/estkit/Image676.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-3488829031905774579</id><published>2007-12-04T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T18:04:04.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>penang food</title><content type='html'>We didnt take much photo during this trip... here some of the local food photo from penang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R1RJjF-l42I/AAAAAAAAAD8/SipIfmzqiyc/s1600-R/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139813941985534818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R1RJjF-l42I/AAAAAAAAAD8/cbjEQj9jWAs/s200/Image028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139824391640966050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R1RTDV-l46I/AAAAAAAAAEc/tg7YR4x1IdA/s200/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;penang lobak, fried oyster, asam laksa, fried kueh teow, penang rojak and etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R1RRUl-l44I/AAAAAAAAAEM/VRo6JJ-qxZg/s1600-R/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139822488970453890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R1RRUl-l44I/AAAAAAAAAEM/lyzMZqCnMfs/s200/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R1RSUF-l45I/AAAAAAAAAEU/RCjFDq7oJ8k/s1600-R/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139826139692655538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R1RUpF-l47I/AAAAAAAAAEk/SDhs6ijqsYg/s200/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish can go to penang to enjoy the days again :)&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/359196814022609132-3488829031905774579?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/3488829031905774579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=3488829031905774579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/3488829031905774579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/3488829031905774579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/2007/12/penang-food.html' title='penang food'/><author><name>est</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06022455059086758126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i33/estkit/Image676.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R1RJjF-l42I/AAAAAAAAAD8/cbjEQj9jWAs/s72-c/Image028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-1995627032877720483</id><published>2007-12-03T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T03:31:28.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>penang trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here comes the last month of the year...i think everybody also in holiday mood when December arrive. i was away from kl last 3 days. really really need a break ever since so many things happen. finally i can make it at least a local trip to penang with my lovely housemate :) we didnt plan for this trip earlier just out of sudden and we go. hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139449423816155890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R1L-BV-l4vI/AAAAAAAAADE/D3LUFHIvHkQ/s200/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; really long time didnt go to penang already. can say that is about 10 years back. cant remember much how it's look like. i think you all should know where is it about in this picture. yeah~~ it's penang bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139450145370661634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R1L-rV-l4wI/AAAAAAAAADM/AkuF59VNsOE/s200/Image025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;we really didnt plan anything on this trip. we just go there without think where to visit at penang. just follow the heart ;) once we get there we just check in and rest in the hotel. is a nice and comfortable hotel. we stay at Traders Hotel with the help of my friend who managed to book 1 for us. penang is really pack during holiday season. alot of the hotel is fully booked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after took a nap we all head to an optic shop called V Care at Perangin mall. sounds weird right? we all the way to penang with the motive to get a spec for ourselves :p 3 of us need to get a better vision to see things better lol the staff there really friendly. we have a good time chit chat there and try almost the whole shop's glasses. end up each one of us get something nice for our eyes. hehe... the staff there having trouble to check my eye sight's power coz i not enough sleep and drunk everyday even at penang :p end up i need to check my eyes only on last day at penang. the spec will courier to me later. so nice right... the shop even have this special service for customer. the spec that i choose is a bit expensive but no choice coz i really love it. hopefully is worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see what's this...the design in the optic shop is very special. really never see any design using toilet bowl as seats and table. haha... we brought mcD and eat in the shop on top of the toilet bowl :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139456768210232098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R1MEs1-l4yI/AAAAAAAAADc/2yvxpYMZdUI/s200/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt; this is what we did on the toilet bowl. so cool right~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139459177686885170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R1MG5F-l4zI/AAAAAAAAADk/viNxPR2Gcpc/s200/DSC04647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more photos to be continue.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s : is quite late already. time to sleep and back to work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-1995627032877720483?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/1995627032877720483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=1995627032877720483' title='3 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-9026397559858214353</id><published>2007-11-22T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T00:43:49.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>single life...</title><content type='html'>single life is it should be more fun and freedom? should i take this time to enjoy myself since i can do anything i like and nobody care what i did? i really wish i will enjoy all this time alone staying outside. nobody control or mumble me but... i really feel lonely and bored. now everytime i look at any couple who hold hands walk closely to cinema, eat together, shopping, i really hope i have someone by my side having all this sweet times together. regret??? nah...i choose it to be this way. sitting alone at living hall facing my laptop is already a daily routine job for me everyday after back from work. puffing all the way with my ciggie. i really hope to quit smoking but if i quit i was like nothing else to do to pass my night time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went to gym,swim and sauna. fully utilise my condo's facilities hoping can have some healthy life and pass my time. sigh...i still cant sleep at this hour. bored bored bored... i really cant be alone. i will start thinking of my pass and those sweet memories keep running in my mind. still remember i played tarot card last week. is my very 1st time play this. it seems so true about me. i still remember the card that i get represent my fearness. haiz...it says i scare being alone....IS SO TRUE!!!! what can i do? now i just can focus myself work work and work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-9026397559858214353?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/9026397559858214353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=9026397559858214353' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/9026397559858214353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/9026397559858214353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/2007/11/single-life.html' title='single life...'/><author><name>est</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06022455059086758126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i33/estkit/Image676.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-4692962349256521689</id><published>2007-11-18T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T00:27:43.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home sweet home</title><content type='html'>Here you go...finally i able to upload some photo of my own room :) nice ma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R0Bi3MjRZ3I/AAAAAAAAACg/aTMY8ubVqZo/s1600-h/est6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134212275603859314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R0Bi3MjRZ3I/AAAAAAAAACg/aTMY8ubVqZo/s200/est6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My bed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R0BiSMjRZ2I/AAAAAAAAACY/BOYyVNdXfwg/s1600-h/est3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134211639948699490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R0BiSMjRZ2I/AAAAAAAAACY/BOYyVNdXfwg/s200/est3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Old wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134200820926080850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R0BYccjRZ1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/QhXnqB3o7VE/s200/est1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressing table&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-4692962349256521689?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/4692962349256521689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-1509299196452375430</id><published>2007-11-18T20:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T20:43:56.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momo's birthday 13.11.07</title><content type='html'>as i promised here are some photos of mocha's birthday. nothing special for him this year. just a simple cake for him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R0Av5cjRZxI/AAAAAAAAABs/yL-R1-xtrb8/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R0Av5cjRZxI/AAAAAAAAABs/yL-R1-xtrb8/s200/Image024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134156239165548306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       Mocha's cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R0Aw2MjRZyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/czok0gHjU28/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R0Aw2MjRZyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/czok0gHjU28/s200/Image027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134157282842601250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R0AxuMjRZzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/90cHbpDsj60/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R0AxuMjRZzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/90cHbpDsj60/s200/Image028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134158244915275570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years old Mocha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-1509299196452375430?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i33/estkit/Image676.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R0Av5cjRZxI/AAAAAAAAABs/yL-R1-xtrb8/s72-c/Image024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-2733414578635391573</id><published>2007-11-18T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T20:17:18.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another weekend</title><content type='html'>is been 18 days i moved to this new condo with my friends. really alot of things happen. stay with my colleagues cum housemate really never one day we are not drunk. everybody takes turn to puke in the bathroom except ME so far :p yesterday we went for a movie BEOWULF. is really alot of people there. the last show there will be 315am. i wonder is there any people will still come to watch movie at that time. our movie ticket is 1250am. meanwhile we waiting for the show we decided to go for a drinks at Laundry. we ordered a BLUE MARGARITA TOWER. yes is a tower... 2 litres..i love the tower so much. wish i can have one at home. still remember we did drink CARLSBERG TOWER before. i love all the towers. hahaha....let me put in some photo of it. we going to be alcoholic soon :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R0AqvcjRZvI/AAAAAAAAABc/rqYt4bz-Vp0/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R0AqvcjRZvI/AAAAAAAAABc/rqYt4bz-Vp0/s200/Image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134150569808717554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARLSBERG TOWER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R0As88jRZwI/AAAAAAAAABk/aWvDPrprMZQ/s1600-h/Image042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/R0As88jRZwI/AAAAAAAAABk/aWvDPrprMZQ/s200/Image042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134153000760207106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLUE MARGARITA TOWER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-2733414578635391573?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/2733414578635391573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=2733414578635391573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/2733414578635391573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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consider recover a bit. yesterday after took 7 tablets of pills plus cough syrup...yucks~~~ i not even feel sleepy. get into bed around 1030pm and chit chat with my friend until 12am. wow...i not even feel a bit sleepy :( then my friend has to left me alone in the room. after a while my housemate pass by my room and knocked my door "est, you still awake?" then i opened the door and she came in. we chat for a while in my room then get out of the room have a puff and continued chat until 2am. hahaha... i am wondering is the medicine so CALLED will feel sleepy didnt work on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mocha's birthday is coming soon. suppose i will meet him up today to celebrate his birthday. i miss him alot. after i moved here i always dreamt of mocha. sigh...i called my ex see if he can bring mocha over today but....he said he not free then i asked him so when can celebrate birthday for mocha. he just told me he will celebrate for him then hung up :( what does this means? is it celebrate without me? why? god still giving me some test after so many things happened? broke up, moved out, be independant, sick and cant meet mocha? is it enough all this TEST?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-7826002423726433176?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/7826002423726433176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=7826002423726433176' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/7826002423726433176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/7826002423726433176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/2007/11/sickie-est.html' title='sickie est'/><author><name>est</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06022455059086758126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i33/estkit/Image676.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-5826578555646817609</id><published>2007-11-10T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T13:06:20.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rainy saturday morning</title><content type='html'>i woke up this morning about 10am. wow...i feel like i really no need to sleep. i was like slept at 6am++ this morning.haiz...yesterday after drink half bottle of vodka i still can't sleep. gosh...what happen to me??? yesterday i am having flu and cough. now i feel so sick. my tongue is pain and i am having sore throat as well :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe later i really need to see doctor to get some medicine. i don't have any medicine with me already. all in the rubbish bin when i packing last week. haiz... need to eat pills again :( i really hate to eat pills...yucks~~&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;tonight i still need to go out to celebrate my friend's birthday. hopefully later i will feel better. if not with the running nose really suffer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-5826578555646817609?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/5826578555646817609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=5826578555646817609' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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i just press escape and off. haha...i was sitting at balcony alone. haiz...i really can't be alone. start thinking the pass and what's happening now. i really feel so lonely. everybody has their own life...today one of my housemate back to singapore. left me with my another housemate cum colleague cum good friend :p we both really got nothing to do. she is sleeping in the room. i was thinking thinking and thinking until feel want to cry. immediately i grab my left over half bottle of vodka. hopefully after drink i wont think so much. alot of my friends now everytime see me also will call me alcoholic :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really sit here for few hours with the laptop in front of me...from the busy evening traffic jam view until the sky turns darker and darker.facing the nice night view from my balcony...what a nice feel if i can get a red wine and enjoy the night with my love ones...sigh...it is a dream of mine but now no meaning for me with the nice kl night view.&lt;div 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You've forgotten your ex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More often than not, a breakup is followed by a significant amount of time spent thinking about your ex and wondering whether or not you made the right decision in going your separate ways. Depending on how long the two of you were together, these doubts can resurface again and again.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since you met this new one, however, the thought of getting back together with your ex is the furthest thing from your mind. Come to think of it, you barely recall what you found so great about her in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. You can't stop thinking about her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, you are consumed by thoughts of her. She just pops into your head for no apparent reason, and you wonder if she thinks of you half as much as you think of her. You wonder what she's up to and even consider calling her (but refrain from doing so for fear of looking overeager).&lt;br /&gt;But it gets worse. You're out with your friends and you see something in a shop window and think about how much she would like that particular item, or you notice a poster for a show that she would love, but normally wouldn't even have looked twice at it.&lt;br /&gt;If she's the last thing on your mind before you go to sleep and the first thing on your mind when you wake up - and you've even dreamed of her on a couple of occasions - then you don't really even need to read on to know if you're in love (but should anyway, just to be sure).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. You care about her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a reason why you don't really want to know too much about the chick you had a one-night stand with: You don't love her. When you're in love with a woman, you want to know all about her: who she is, what she thinks, what makes her laugh. You truly care about her and her feelings.&lt;br /&gt;If you truly love a woman, you feel bad if she had a bad day or is upset about something. You don't try to cheer her up because you have to, but because you can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. You find her quirks charming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that she carries her passport with her everywhere she goes - just in case - and that, when she's eating, she can't help but construct every forkful so that it's the perfect blend of ingredients fills you with an inexplicable feeling of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;She does and says things that make her different, and you like it. You can't quite put your finger on why, but it doesn't even matter. You like her just the way she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. You have great chemistry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't be in love with someone that you have no chemistry with. If you seem to always be on the same wavelength, and think in similar ways, that's a great sign. If you also generate enough heat to set off a five-alarm fire bell, then she is probably someone that you could fall in love with, if you aren't there already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. You don't notice other women as much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you see that gorgeous blonde that just walked by? What do you mean, "no"?!?&lt;br /&gt;Although you can't help noticing a beautiful woman when one walks by, when you're in love, some of them tend to slip under the radar, while others just pale in comparison to her. Furthermore, you don't seem to be flirting half as much as you used to.&lt;br /&gt;You are slowly realizing that she's often the only woman in the room that matters, and for some reason that suits you just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. You love spending time with her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is pretty obvious but important nonetheless. You look forward to seeing her, and don't care much about what the two of you will be doing. Lately, just going for a walk with her sounds like the best way you could possibly spend an evening.&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, when you're not together, you miss her and wish you were spending time together &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. You don't mind compromising sometimes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when it was your way or the highway, but with her it's different. Not that she asks you to, but you don't mind missing a night out with the guys to be with her. And you find yourself trying to incorporate her into your plans or altering them to accommodate her.&lt;br /&gt;You also find yourself not putting up a fight when she wants to go to Shakespeare in the Park. Although your friends find this very amusing, you know that deep down, they wish that they had found a love like yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Other priorities take a back seat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to train religiously, but lately, if she's free for dinner, you don't mind missing a workout. Not only that, but your workaholic tendency of bringing home your work on weekends to get ahead seems a bit excessive to you as of late.&lt;br /&gt;Your ever-important "to do" list seems quite stagnant these days, as being with her always manages to render your other plans and obligations obsolete. What was it that you absolutely had to do by four o'clock again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. You start thinking about the future and she's in it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be that the future with a woman meant your date on Saturday night, but with this woman, the future seems infinite. Not only do you plan to see her this weekend, but you want to see her a year from now as well.&lt;br /&gt;When planning your next vacation, you know you want to spend it with her, and not a random beach bunny you happen to meet while you're there. And when you get an invitation to a wedding that takes place three months from now, you ask her to be your date without thinking that it's too far away to tell if you'll still be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's the one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are currently dating a woman that makes you act in any of the ways mentioned above, then you, my friend, are seriously falling for her. It's time to put away the little black book for a while and enjoy the ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-7112064946350027570?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/7112064946350027570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=7112064946350027570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/7112064946350027570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/7112064946350027570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/2007/11/10-signs-guy-is-in-love.html' title='10 signs guy is in love'/><author><name>est</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06022455059086758126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i33/estkit/Image676.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-282268327265478364</id><published>2007-11-05T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T11:11:10.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If a man wants you</title><content type='html'>If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away.&lt;br /&gt;If he doesn’t want you, nothing can make him stay.&lt;br /&gt;Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior.&lt;br /&gt;Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartache.&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to change yourselves for a relationship that’s not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;Slower is better.&lt;br /&gt;Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;then heck no, you can’t “be friends.”&lt;br /&gt;A friend wouldn’t mistreat a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t settle.&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t stay because you think “it will get better.”&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be mad at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;a year later for staying when things are not better.&lt;br /&gt;The only person you can control in a relationship is you.&lt;br /&gt;Avoid men who’ve got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women.&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t marry them when he got them pregnant,&lt;br /&gt;Why would he treat you any differently?&lt;br /&gt;Always have your own set of friends separate from his.&lt;br /&gt;Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you.&lt;br /&gt;If something bothers you, speak up.&lt;br /&gt;Never let a man know everything.&lt;br /&gt;He will use it against you later.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot change a man’s behavior.&lt;br /&gt;Change comes from within.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t EVER make him feel he is more important than you are…even if he has more education or in a better job.&lt;br /&gt;Do not make him into a quasi-god.&lt;br /&gt;He is a man, nothing more nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;Never let a man define who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Never borrow someone else’s man.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord! If he cheated with you, he’ll cheat on you.&lt;br /&gt;A man will only treat you the way you ALLOW him to treat you.&lt;br /&gt;All men are NOT dogs.&lt;br /&gt;You should not be the one doing all the bending… compromise is a two-way street.&lt;br /&gt;You need time to heal between relationships… there is nothing cute about baggage… deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship&lt;br /&gt;You should never look for someone to COMPLETE you… a relationship consists of two WHOLE individuals… look for someone complimentary…not supplementary.&lt;br /&gt;Dating is fun…even if he doesn’t turn out to be Mr. Right.&lt;br /&gt;Make him miss you sometimes… when a man always know where you are,and your always readily available to him- he takes it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t fully commit to a man who doesn’t give you everything that you need.&lt;br /&gt;Keep him in your radar but get to know others.&lt;br /&gt;Share this with other ladies….. You’ll make someone SMILE,another RETHINK her choices, and another woman PREPARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them and an entire lifetime to forget them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY THE WAY, THIS WAS WRITTEN BY A MAN, SO TAKE A HINT……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-282268327265478364?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/282268327265478364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=282268327265478364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/282268327265478364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/282268327265478364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/2007/11/if-man-wants-you.html' title='If a man wants you'/><author><name>est</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06022455059086758126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i33/estkit/Image676.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-7812183661454358452</id><published>2007-11-04T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T18:22:38.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>it's been a while didnt update my blog. my new place dont have any internet connection yet.  now i am at ikano sitting at starbucks to update my things.hehe...phew..long time didnt login facebook,didnt check mail 54 mails i have.walao....somemore long time didnt kick my friend :p i will revenge when i have connection at home. wait for me ya~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took leave since thursday just to clean my house and move all the big furniture. yesterday finally have a proper bed to sleep. wuhuuu...i collected my curtain already yesterday. want to upload photos but how sad when moving that time i throw away my software cd. now i have the cable but cant upload :( hope you all be patient la. i took some photo already. let me find the way to get the software first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-7812183661454358452?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i33/estkit/Image676.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-6140117174008127366</id><published>2007-10-30T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T12:23:57.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Why You Go Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michael Learns to Rock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby won't you tell me why there is sadness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna say goodbye to you&lt;br /&gt;Love is one big illusion I should try to forget&lt;br /&gt;but there is something left in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who set it up now you're the one to make it stop&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who's feeling lost right now&lt;br /&gt;Now you want me to forget every little thing you said&lt;br /&gt;but there is something left in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget the way you're kissing&lt;br /&gt;The feeling so strong were lasting for so long&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not the man your heart is missing&lt;br /&gt;That's why you go away I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were never satisfied no matter how I tried&lt;br /&gt;Now you wanna say goodbye to me&lt;br /&gt;Love is one big illusion I should try to forget&lt;br /&gt;but there is something left in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget the way you're kissing&lt;br /&gt;The feeling so strong were lasting for so long&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not the man your heart is missing&lt;br /&gt;That's why you go away I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here all alone in the middle of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Don't know which way to go&lt;br /&gt;There ain't so much to say now between us&lt;br /&gt;There ain't so much for you&lt;br /&gt;There ain't so much for me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget the way you're kissing&lt;br /&gt;The feeling so strong were lasting for so long&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not the man your heart is missing&lt;br /&gt;That's why you go away I know&lt;br /&gt;That's why you go away I know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-6140117174008127366?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/6140117174008127366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=6140117174008127366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/6140117174008127366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/6140117174008127366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/2007/10/thats-why-you-go-away.html' title='That&apos;s Why You Go Away'/><author><name>est</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06022455059086758126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i33/estkit/Image676.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-5295366241981605467</id><published>2007-10-30T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T12:05:49.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friendship</title><content type='html'>alot of things changing now...a very good friend of mine been away from me. "M" did help me alot when the time i am in a mess. "M" fetch me to n fro when i need help. at that moment i really need someone with me and "M" never failed to help on. "M" spend most of the time with me. "M" gives me food, place to sleep, transport, cares and also financially did help me. i really appreciate. however "M" wont forever with me. i need to be or have to be independant. "M" found own life now. "M" is too busy for me. i know times cant go backward. i really have a good time whenever we are together. no matter what happen i still hope we can catch up very soon. i still hope can celebrate your birthday for you. i still hope "M" will be there when i move house. once i get my car (hopefully really can get it) you are the first person who sit next to me. this is my promise to you. i wont forget who helps me. i will always support you in whatever you do. all the best!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"friend is the one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-5295366241981605467?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/5295366241981605467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=5295366241981605467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/5295366241981605467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/5295366241981605467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/2007/10/busy-days.html' title='friendship'/><author><name>est</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06022455059086758126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i33/estkit/Image676.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-4058084411728918239</id><published>2007-10-30T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T12:04:25.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>u got to move it..move it...move it</title><content type='html'>5 days didnt update my blog :p been busy packing my stuff. i going to move on this thursday. this few days i have been busy packing all my things in boxes. clean my house and bring mocha to groom. mocha now is BOTAK. pity him...he looks silly with his naked body. i think he also cant accept how he looks like now but no choice since he shed and tangle alot coz of he is changing to adult fur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now my house is full with the boxes all around. really hope the day come very soon. so i can unpack all my things and have a proper place to rest. still alot of things to clear and pack. this month really need to spend alot. sigh... yesterday been to see cloths. thought want to get some cheap cloth for my curtain. cant choose any...the color and patterns seems doesnt match my needs. after count count and count. walao...is very expensive leh :( all on budget. help me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pssstt~~~need help to move my things ne....who can be my volunteer :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-4058084411728918239?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/4058084411728918239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=4058084411728918239' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/4058084411728918239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/4058084411728918239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/2007/10/u-got-to-move-itmove-itmove-it.html' title='u got to move it..move it...move it'/><author><name>est</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06022455059086758126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i33/estkit/Image676.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-3982375037315849987</id><published>2007-10-25T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T23:53:28.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving on</title><content type='html'>phew~~~the times run so fast...i have been away from my home sweet home for about 2 weeks.  everything is changing and changing and keep on changing. alot of things happen in just not more than a month. currently i stayed with my dear colleague. simply chuck at her house. still remember the very first day reached her house. gosh~~~ i need to fight with a big cockcroach. in my past life each time i see this ugly insect i will run far far away and hide myself from looking at it but now i need to be tough. me and my friend with the broom, book and perfume get ready to attack this small enemy. you all must wonder why use perfume. is because her house dont have ridsect. gosh~~~so i just suggest use perfume. kakaka....it really works. the cockcroach crawl out from the shade. i throw the book on it. bingo~~~i get him. we were jump in joy. we beat the enemy. wow~~~a big things to celebrate :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my half life i really never been so suffer. i cant depend on anybody. i need to take cold shower which is really very cold. sleep at somebody's bed. everything is not convenience for me. sigh... i am looking forward to get my own room and sleep on my own bed. i need a good and comfortable rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this is my plan now. i going to rent a house with my colleagues. i will have my own room. yuuuhuuuuu~~~is a very nice place. after i settle down...you all can come to visit me. i am sure you all will like it also. meanwhile please pray for me :S i will know my car loan status tomorrow. hopefully i can get it. after i get the car i really can release a bit. at least i have own place to stay and have car to work. no car in kl really suffer. i cant go anywhere. after i move in then i will fetch mocha. is been sometime i didnt see him. i miss him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tune with me with my new life. if can i will post some photo of my new house. thanks you all for supports and comments. i really need your advise at this moment. THANKS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-3982375037315849987?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/3982375037315849987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=3982375037315849987' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/3982375037315849987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/3982375037315849987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/2007/10/moving-on.html' title='moving on'/><author><name>est</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06022455059086758126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i33/estkit/Image676.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-2617911868805723702</id><published>2007-10-23T15:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T15:27:49.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Days Together "Never too Late to Say I LOVE U</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i get this article from my friend's blog. i really hope to share with you all. is really touching....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter and Tina are sittinng in the park doing nothing, but just gazing into the sky, while all their friends are having with their beloved half.&lt;br /&gt;Tina : I'm so bored. Just wish I have a boyfriend now to spend time with.&lt;br /&gt;Peter : I guess we're the only leftoevers. We're the only person who isn't with a date now. (both sigh n silence for a while)&lt;br /&gt;Tina : I think I have a good idea. Lets play a game.&lt;br /&gt;Peter : Eh? What game?&lt;br /&gt;Tina : Eem..It's quite simple. You be my boyfriend for 100 days and I'l be your girlfriend for 100 days. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Peter : Oookay..Anyway I don't have any plan for the next few months.&lt;br /&gt;Tina : You sound like you aren't looking forward to it at all. Cheer up. Today will be our first day and our first date. Where should we go?&lt;br /&gt;Peter : What about a movie? I heard that there is a really great movie in the theater now.&lt;br /&gt;Tina : Seems like I don't have any better idea than this. Lets move. (went to watch their movies and sent eac other home)&lt;br /&gt;Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;Peter and Tina went to a concert together, and Peter bought Tina a keycain with a star.&lt;br /&gt;Day 3:&lt;br /&gt;They went shopping together for a friend's birthday present. Share an ice-cream together and hugged each other for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;Day 7:&lt;br /&gt;Peter drove Tina up onto a mountain and they watch the sunset together. When the night came and the moon glowed, they sat on the grass gazing at the stars together. A meteor passed by. Tina mumbled something.&lt;br /&gt;Day 25:&lt;br /&gt;Spend time at a themepark and got onto rollercoasters, and ate hotdogs and cotton candy. Peter and Tina got in the haunted house and Tina grabbed someone's hand instead of Peter's hand by accident. They laughed together for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Day 67:&lt;br /&gt;They drove pass a circus and decided to get in to watch the show. The midget asked Tina to pla a part as his assistant in the magic show. Went around to see other entertainments around after the show. Came to a fortune teller and she just said "Treasure every moment from now on" and a tear rolled down the fortune teller's check.&lt;br /&gt;Day 84:&lt;br /&gt;Tina suggested that they go to the beach. The beach wasn't so crowded that day. They have their first kiss with each other just as the sun is setting.&lt;br /&gt;Day 99:&lt;br /&gt;They decided to have a simple day and is deciding to have a walk around the city. They sits down onto a bench.&lt;br /&gt;1.23pm&lt;br /&gt;Tina : I'm thirsty. Let's rest for a while first.&lt;br /&gt;Peter : Wait here while I go buy some drinks. What would you like?&lt;br /&gt;Tina : Eem..Apple juice will be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;1.43pm&lt;br /&gt;Tina waiting for about 20 minutes and Peter haven't return. Then someone walked up to her.&lt;br /&gt;Stranger : Just now down there on the street a drunk driver has crashed into a guy. I think its your friend.&lt;br /&gt;Tina ran over to the spot with the stranger and sees Peter lying on the floor with blood over his face and her apple juice still in his hands. The ambulance came and she went to the hospital with Peter.&lt;br /&gt;Tina sat outside the emergency room for five and a half hours. The doctor came out, and he sigh.&lt;br /&gt;11.51pm&lt;br /&gt;Doctor : I'm sorry, but we did the best we could. He is still breathing now but God would tae him away from us very soon. We found this letter inside his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor hands over the letter to Tina and she goes into the room to see Peter. e look weak but peaceful. Tina read the letter and then she burst into tears. Here is what the letter sad.&lt;br /&gt;Tina, our 100 days is almost over. I had fun with you during all these days. Although you may be greedy sometimes and less thoughtful, but these all brought happiness into my life. I have realize that you are a really cute girl and blamed myself for never taken the time to knowing that. I have nothing much to ask for, but I just wish that we can extend the day. I want to be your boyfriend forever and wish that you can be beside me all the time. Tina, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;11.58pm&lt;br /&gt;Tina : (sobbing) Peter. Did you know what was the wish I made on the might there was a meteor. I asked God to let us last forever. We were suppose to last 100 days. So Peter! You can't leave me! I LOVE YOU, but can you come back to me now? I love you Peter. I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;As the clock struck twelve, Peter's heart stopped beating. It was 100 days.&lt;br /&gt;Note*&lt;br /&gt;Tell the guy or girl that you love them before its too ate. You never know what's going to happen tomorrow. You never know who will be leaving you and never return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pick from anna's blog....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-2617911868805723702?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/2617911868805723702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=2617911868805723702' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/2617911868805723702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/2617911868805723702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/2007/10/100-days-together-never-too-late-to-say.html' title='100 Days Together &quot;Never too Late to Say I LOVE U'/><author><name>est</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06022455059086758126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i33/estkit/Image676.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-3298952830731162942</id><published>2007-10-22T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T11:36:00.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Separate Lives</title><content type='html'>You called me from the room in your hotel&lt;br /&gt;All full of romance for someone that you met&lt;br /&gt;And telling me how sorry you were, leaving so soon&lt;br /&gt;And that you miss me sometimes when you’re alone in your room&lt;br /&gt;Do I feel lonely too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no right to ask me how I feel&lt;br /&gt;You have no right to speak to me so kind&lt;br /&gt;We can’t go on just holding on to time&lt;br /&gt;Now that we’re living separate lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I held on to let you go&lt;br /&gt;And if you lost your love for me, well you never let it show&lt;br /&gt;There was no way to compromise&lt;br /&gt;So now we’re living (living)&lt;br /&gt;Separate lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, it’s so typical, love leads to isolation&lt;br /&gt;So you build that wall (build that wall)&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you build that wall (build that wall)&lt;br /&gt;And you make it stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you have no right to ask me how I feel&lt;br /&gt;You have no right to speak to me so kind&lt;br /&gt;Some day I might (I might) find myself looking in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;But for now, we’ll go on living separate lives&lt;br /&gt;Yes for now, we’ll go on living separate lives&lt;br /&gt;Separate lives&lt;div 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Lives'/><author><name>est</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06022455059086758126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i33/estkit/Image676.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-8400301751492329899</id><published>2007-10-21T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T19:47:19.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rainy sunday</title><content type='html'>i can feel that the weather follows my mood. cloudly and rainning all the time. i feel very hard to understand a person. i start to hate myself. i was like hanging in the air all the time. i cant find any security now. my decision to separate not only i will be alone but it really effect every single things in my life. lots of my friends did say, "Esther, this is not life or death". do you all really know is nearly about my life. i really break down now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-8400301751492329899?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/8400301751492329899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=8400301751492329899' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/8400301751492329899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/8400301751492329899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/2007/10/rainy-sunday.html' title='rainy sunday'/><author><name>est</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06022455059086758126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i33/estkit/Image676.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-3919690238428507289</id><published>2007-10-20T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T22:08:44.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new lifestyle new environment...</title><content type='html'>it's been a day i away from my own house...can i get use to the new environment? new lifestyle? i also dont know how to answer that. am i happy? i hope to be happy with my new life. anyhow is not all happen as i thought. today finally i manage to get back to my parents house. nothing much happen also. seems like everything is normal. now my life is like sleep, blog, work, eat and sleep. hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my naughty mocha so much but i think he should be under good care. now i was worrying about my fishes. ya...i have fish aquarium at my house too. still thinking the way to make sure they will still in good condition. i think i really need a car. if i have car i no need to disturb my friend everytime to send me here and there. kindda annoying already :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i called the car salesman...finally i get him. he said will help me to get some other bank for the loan. sigh... hopefully really can get it. WISH ME GOOD LUCK!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-3919690238428507289?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/3919690238428507289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=3919690238428507289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/3919690238428507289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/3919690238428507289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-lifestyle-new-environment.html' title='new lifestyle new environment...'/><author><name>est</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06022455059086758126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i33/estkit/Image676.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-6716419599042318006</id><published>2007-10-19T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T12:01:25.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's my feeling now?</title><content type='html'>yesterday i spend whole night with mocha. he is very happy playing with me. he very stick to me. where ever i went he will just follow my foot steps. it's time for me to pack all my clothes. mocha just lying beside my luggage bag looking at me. i feel so sad that i have to leave him. sorry mocha...mummy will be back soon to fetch you. while i packing all my belongings, alot of things come to my mind. all those memories when i start to move in to this house. here is the place i adopt mocha since he was 4 months old and he will turns to 2 years old next month. sigh....argh...dont think...or else i will cry again on my desk :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after pack all my stuff i went out to living hall to have a puff. stand by the window look at the night view for the last time. phew~~~ scary feeling. the time has come for me to move on. i cant stay here while the world is moving. sorry for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get my medicine and eat double the dose just hope i can get into sleep later. i sit on my dining chair and simply explore what's inside MY DOCUMENT in my laptop. i found something...is kind of letter i communicate with him. actually everytime we argue i use to write to him coz he never will sit there and listen to me. i read back all the contents in the letter...sigh....same problem. then i check back the date when i wrote it and it was on 2006. i login to friendster...i check back my mails....there is another letter there...same problem and it was on 2005. haiz~~~actually we already face the problem since 2 years back. then i am very sure my decision now maybe is good for both of us. if 1 of us didnt make the move now maybe 10 years later the problem is still there. hope you understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-6716419599042318006?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/6716419599042318006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=6716419599042318006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/6716419599042318006'/><link rel='self' 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right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/RxcuAU_DhzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/58bBRQ8mO3Q/s320/427230306l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this morning woke up late....being blur blur rushing to work. after i reached office only i realised that i forgot to bring my medicine. sigh... today i have made the most cruel and hardest decision in my life. now i already have zero in my life except my parents and my lovely sis. so sorry if some of you might think i doing some wrong things again. my car loan is having trouble which i need to sort out but it needs time. my house? i cant stay in the house without a car. i need to work. so i have decided temporary place mocha under my ex care. i am really sad and sorry to him that i have to make this decision as in i really cant take care of him right now. i have to be clear of myself and of coz i will fetch him back right after everything goes well soon. i hope is very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;temporary i will stay at my friend's place which is kind enough to help me at this moment. i really appreciate that. meanwhile, i will still think of the best way to put back my life together as usual. tonight might be the last night i feed mocha..clear his poo...play ball with him...sleep with him. i will miss you so much~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-3644363880649684038?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/3644363880649684038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=3644363880649684038' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/3644363880649684038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/3644363880649684038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-must-go-on.html' title='life must go on'/><author><name>est</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06022455059086758126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i33/estkit/Image676.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDUv2RXrRNo/RxcuAU_DhzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/58bBRQ8mO3Q/s72-c/427230306l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-6441012152757145989</id><published>2007-10-18T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T01:06:53.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a bad bad day...</title><content type='html'>finally i get to call bank to check on my loan application. they REJECTED :( gosh...what can i do now??? what a life without a car. i cant go to work, i cant back to my parents house, i cant do alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today really bad luck...fever on and off. my hp out of battery and died. when i try to on . omg...so long time i didnt off my hp i really cant remember what is the pin code. i tried and tried LOCKED. argh... i  stay alone and i cant make or receive any calls. who care???? i really got nothing now. how if one day i have no car and phone cant make or receive calls. will someone really worry about me? i rush out to public phone to make a call to someone who i think will care. sigh...i am wrong :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-6441012152757145989?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/6441012152757145989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=6441012152757145989' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/6441012152757145989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/6441012152757145989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-bad-bad-day.html' title='what a bad bad day...'/><author><name>est</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06022455059086758126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i33/estkit/Image676.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-4055889231027853522</id><published>2007-10-17T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T11:06:33.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why you still controlling my life?</title><content type='html'>since we already choose to be in separate way then why you still bugging me and controlling me? i feel so suffer...can you please stop scolding me? i really feel so sick and i am trying to have my own life. what can i do now? i dont want to argue anymore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have already told my mum about this matter. she non stop calling me yesterday. ask me this and that. if can i wont choose to be like that. honestly i am not that tough. i need someone to be with me, to care of me, to pamper me but what can i do? just because of other people i need to stay back? i dont want my life just end up like this. even after 5 years i still feel insecure. can anyone tell me how long i still need to wait? what if after 2 years still the same? i am selfish...i cant wait for miracle to happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-4055889231027853522?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/4055889231027853522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=4055889231027853522' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/4055889231027853522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/4055889231027853522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-you-still-controlling-my-life.html' title='why you still controlling my life?'/><author><name>est</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06022455059086758126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i33/estkit/Image676.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-8229005197990008095</id><published>2007-10-17T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T09:31:39.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick again...</title><content type='html'>argh... fever, cough, flu. why all this virus keep on staying inside my body. i really hate to eat medicine. yuck~~~ cough syrup again, flu tablets, antibiotic...makes me feel so sleepy. after ate the medicine i can mabuk in half hour. more efficient than liqour :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning wake up i feel my head so heavy. whole body aching. my eyes going to burst. sigh... no matter how sick i still need to drag myself to office :( no more mc for me. take mc again sure will receive big envelope soon. kacang salary also gone then i will die man~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-8229005197990008095?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/8229005197990008095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=8229005197990008095' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/8229005197990008095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/8229005197990008095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/2007/10/sick-again.html' title='sick again...'/><author><name>est</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06022455059086758126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i33/estkit/Image676.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359196814022609132.post-8558789866303897502</id><published>2007-10-16T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T15:00:21.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brand new start</title><content type='html'>this year this month this moment is time for ESTHER to wake up and work out for her life. me and him have been struggling for 2 years for this 5 years relationship. i been blur with no aim in my life. just let the time pass without any meaning. 5 years with 2 years dragging...finally i make my decision to start all over again. maybe is a good ending for me and him. this time i really mean it!!!! maybe i am selfish...sorry for everything and i do appreciate what you have done for me this few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now i need to adjust every single of my lifestyle from the head to toe. i need to stand up and be independant. i admit i used to depend on him. since now i decide it this way then i need to be brave but i really scare to face it :( every friend that call me to concern about my matter for sure they will throw me the first question " How are you going to work?" then i will replied " Good question". sigh... i trying to get a car. still waiting for the loan to approve. is not easy.... once get a car the more burden i have. phew~~~ with the kacang salary how to bear so many things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-8558789866303897502?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/8558789866303897502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=8558789866303897502' title='10 Comments'/><link 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should I start a blog of myself. I can't write very well but I feel fun writting a blog after chasing for other people's blog everyday :p I think sometime ago I did have a blog of my dog Mocha but I really don't know how to write and lazy to update. This few days been thinking should I start a blog again..... and here I am. Trying to write something on and hope it wont too bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/359196814022609132-6657000490776945939?l=est-mocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/feeds/6657000490776945939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=359196814022609132&amp;postID=6657000490776945939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/6657000490776945939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/359196814022609132/posts/default/6657000490776945939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://est-mocha.blogspot.com/2007/10/see-my-blog-la.html' title='see my blog la...'/><author><name>est</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06022455059086758126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i33/estkit/Image676.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
