<?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-1270317069588440583</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:24:01.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polka White</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-4023181405432859028</id><published>2009-05-23T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T20:43:29.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentino *Updated*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2008/12/valentino-this-story-is-half-way.html"&gt;PART 1&lt;/a&gt;  click here to read part one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PART 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They take me to the back of an alley. There was a door. Old an antique door with a knob that look like a lion head and there is small window at the door. The girl knock at the door and there is a footstep coming and open the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystery man " Oh it's you, and u finally found her" looking straight me with his blue eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give him a nod..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl "hurry we have no time.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystery man "All right, all right.. wait a second"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door open and we all get inside as fast as we could. I still dont get it why and what and who are they. And where are they taking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Phew atlast we made it..They wont find us in here right Albert" the girl look at the good looking man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah, Im melissa,this is albert and that big guy well he is Fron. I'm sorry to drag u all this but you are in big danger"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"huh?! big danger? what did i do? i havent done anything wrong at all. The last thing that i do wrong is bullied my cat.. Please tell me why you guys bring me here? and what with this pendant? It's keep glowing and the dragon inside it were moving which yea pretty cool"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albert step forward and held my hand which making me melt for awhile and making me feel safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Calm down. Hmm how should i start. Well you are a key. A girl who posses the power to open a gate. You 're the chosen one the pendant choose you. The pendant are your guardian. It held power which is more powerfull than ours.That gate lead to the other world. There are five kind of world in this universe and you are the key for one of those gate. Water, are the gate of the world of the underwater, Sky are the gate of the sky which is all the people inside the sky world have wings, Underworld are the world of the dead and dark soul, Land are the world of the green they are a peacefull people and they doesnt like to fight and last but not least the Star, which is you are the key to that world. The world that lead this three other world. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Em this is a bit awkard yet it is so cool. Hmm but why are we in such a hurry?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa smile and her face turn serious " You are the key of the world that can destroy the other world. And there is a group of people who want to rule the four world. They call them self Velvet and they are trying to hunt u down and we Valentino are live to protect you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all take out their pendant. They all have the same shape but different color, Melissa pendant was blue sky, Albert are green, while Fron are beige. But they all doesn't have a dragon inside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continue....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-4023181405432859028?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/4023181405432859028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=4023181405432859028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/4023181405432859028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/4023181405432859028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2009/05/valentino-updated.html' title='Valentino *Updated*'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-4484023837754437692</id><published>2009-02-12T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:21:54.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Am i seeing things or my life is full of hatred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Everyone that i hate have the same face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Everywhere I go I will encounter the face of the person that I hate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Its make my life full of hatred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mybe im too much, but what to do when you hate that person and even you already tried to forget or not to hate you can't get it out of your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;An everyday you will hate a new person but on the same min and same time you will forgive them and back to hating them when they did something wrong to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Owh bummer life is full of surprise and so complicated&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-4484023837754437692?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/4484023837754437692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=4484023837754437692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/4484023837754437692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/4484023837754437692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-it-me-or-what.html' title='Me?'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-4519739590113741930</id><published>2009-02-12T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:55:43.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucie J. Kim Wants $4 Billion Dollars From Miley Cyrus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Permanent Link to Lucie J. Kim Wants $4 Billion Dollars From Miley Cyrus" href="http://ihatebrangelina.com/lucie-j-kim-wants-4-billion-dollars-from-miley-cyrus/" rel="bookmark"&gt;Lucie J. Kim Wants $4 Billion Dollars From Miley Cyrus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 115px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302107189827002674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SZTeZbqu4TI/AAAAAAAAAGc/TCFvsZKz0OY/s200/firefoxscreensnapz007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucie J. Kim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;retard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She claim from 4 thousand to 4 billion from Cyrus just because she think cyrus was mocking an asian.. OF PLEASE give me a break... all people will do that kind of face i saw alot of asian people doing that kind of face just for fun.. so what? every person who do that kind of face will be sued?!...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey LUCIE F.Y.I there is an asian guy over there.. Its their friends! and he don't even care about the face thingy at all.. WHAT THE HELL you want actually? MAKE A QUICK BUCK!!&lt;br /&gt;Get a live.. Go to work and earn little by little and save your money..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This kind of things are normal.. And everyone know that she is ot mocking asian.. What a moron..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BTW... I not a fan of cyrus.. i dont think she can sing that well. The little children make her super rich because she can change her hair in a few second and make funny impression...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So pelase la &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GO CHECK YOUR BRAIN&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DON'T DO ANYTHING WHICH IS SO STUPIDDDD YOUR ACTION WILL MAKE ASIA LOOK BAD REALLY BAD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P/S : DOES ANYONE HAVE LUCIE KIM PHOO I WANT TO SEE HER PHOTO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-4519739590113741930?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/4519739590113741930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=4519739590113741930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/4519739590113741930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/4519739590113741930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2009/02/lucie-j-kim-wants-4-billion-dollars.html' title='Lucie J. Kim Wants $4 Billion Dollars From Miley Cyrus'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SZTeZbqu4TI/AAAAAAAAAGc/TCFvsZKz0OY/s72-c/firefoxscreensnapz007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-4613371382604283443</id><published>2009-02-12T18:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:16:08.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Damn i wish have alot of luck like her!!!!....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She sold an old baseball card for like 74thousand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wooo and she won a jackpot in gambling... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;F.Y.I. O_O she is one super lucky grandma &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the news.........................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Remember Bernice Gallego? The lady who found an 1869 Cincinnati Red Stockings card while thinning her antique collection, &lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/mlb/blog/big_league_stew/post/Woman-finds-139-year-old-baseball-card-in-box-of?urn=mlb,132871"&gt;put it up for sale on eBay with a starting price of $10&lt;/a&gt; and then pulled it down after realizing it might be worth much more?&lt;br /&gt;Turns out Gallego's hunch was right. After a three-week online auction, the Fresno resident sold what is believed to be one of history's first baseball cards for $64,073.&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad paycheck for some spring cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;The sale ended a whirlwind month for Gallego, who attracted an avalanche of attention on the front page of &lt;a href="http://www.fresnobeehive.com/archives/2009/01/the_139-year-ol.html"&gt;Yahoo!&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/16/sports/baseball/16vecsey.html?_r=2&amp;amp;ref=sports"&gt;the New York Time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/16/sports/baseball/16vecsey.html?_r=2&amp;amp;ref=sports"&gt;s&lt;/a&gt; and other outlets across the country. Her popularity soared even further in late January, when she &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/The_Tonight_Show_with_Jay_Leno/exclusives/1869BaseballCard.shtml"&gt;appeared on The Tonight Show with Jay Leno&lt;/a&gt; and revealed that this wasn't her first instance of blind luck. She once won $250,000 from a slot machine in Nevada.&lt;br /&gt;Gallego embraced all the attention and kept a wicked sense of humor throughout the process, as evidenced by her first public remarks after the auction ended on Tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302098595666434610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SZTWlL7LmjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/zx3oJa6eX6I/s200/ept_sports_mlb_experts-66178378-1234392912.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fresnobee.com/local/story/1191187.html"&gt;From the Fresno Bee:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so happy for the card. Oh and for me too, of course," said Gallego on Tuesday night. "I had hoped to bail out California from this financial emergency, but it didn't quite get that far. But maybe it'll bail out my credit cards."&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Rosenberg of Tristar Productions was the winner of the auction. He runs an autograph show business and plans to display the card at shows around the country.&lt;br /&gt;The actual final price of the card was $75,285.78, but that amount included a 17.5 percent buyer's premium for the auction house. Memory Lane Auctions says the price is a record for its house and that the last 1869 Red Stockings card sold for around $30,000.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SZTWlB2BQeI/AAAAAAAAAGM/D6o4YVHaGSU/s1600-h/ept_sports_mlb_experts-976110942-1231365231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302098592960430562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SZTWlB2BQeI/AAAAAAAAAGM/D6o4YVHaGSU/s200/ept_sports_mlb_experts-976110942-1231365231.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Granma so happy gettng rich by selling this" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yea i know =.= Who wouldn't be so happy when they earn half a million by selling junk...well i would be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.........................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WOOO grandma got super rich by selling her junk! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wonder if my old cloth and panties will make me super rich? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Or mybe my baby picture or baby cloth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;J/K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-4613371382604283443?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/4613371382604283443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=4613371382604283443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/4613371382604283443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/4613371382604283443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2009/02/lucky.html' title='Lucky'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SZTWlL7LmjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/zx3oJa6eX6I/s72-c/ept_sports_mlb_experts-66178378-1234392912.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-4122139149854920545</id><published>2009-02-10T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:34:05.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky Weird</title><content type='html'>Observe this image carefully... Its look like a kitten. And this kitten is died in retard status.. but most people though it was a monster or ghost haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SZI4wVjtCEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/0ZHhl39IlF8/s1600-h/jin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SZI4wVjtCEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/0ZHhl39IlF8/s200/jin1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301362114440267842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SZI4-hs9bBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ArxGYal5qs8/s1600-h/jin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SZI4-hs9bBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ArxGYal5qs8/s200/jin2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301362358218484754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;CREEPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-4122139149854920545?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/4122139149854920545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=4122139149854920545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/4122139149854920545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/4122139149854920545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2009/02/freaky-weird.html' title='Freaky Weird'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SZI4wVjtCEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/0ZHhl39IlF8/s72-c/jin1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-2560259396302402716</id><published>2009-02-10T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:22:51.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SZE_Yf1-1eI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZTEOps4VyuQ/s1600-h/wtf.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301087926489109986" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 81px; height: 99px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SZE_Yf1-1eI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZTEOps4VyuQ/s200/wtf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Wow i didn't realize that i have post to 46 post in one blog.. Probably for the people who is blog addict think this is a small amount of post, but for a boredom person like me well i think its a lot hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I'm so damn bored right now i don't know what to do. I finish my work already, i felt like want to bang my head on the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SZE_EGivKfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TGzun11jgEU/s1600-h/banghead.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301087576100121074" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 95px; height: 73px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SZE_EGivKfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TGzun11jgEU/s200/banghead.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; It's so boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Aiyo please laaa i wanna go back so i can play with my fat little freaking huge kitty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SZFAoqPGznI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cz0gsoCGj-U/s1600-h/Cry_Face.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301089303668379250" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 105px; height: 84px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SZFAoqPGznI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cz0gsoCGj-U/s200/Cry_Face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love my cat &lt;3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MOTHER F!&lt;/span&gt; i'm so gonna kill the person who kidnap him!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;(ehemm killing people is illegal so maybe just punch or slap that person face) ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enough about PLAPI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I think i might as well miss my old barbie which is at my home, inside the store room, inside a tiny little box fill with arrrrrr I don't know maybe my sister barbie and barbie cloth and her accessories? Damn ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I still remember a tragic memory at JUSCO Shopping mall TOY STORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Dear diary which is long timeee timeeeeeeeeeeeee agoooooooooooooooooooooooooo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;My father : go choose whatever you want. I'll pay for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;My sis, Me, My two lit bro : Really?! thank you papa!!! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;We all run like a lose chimpanzee searching for an awesome toys to buy!.. Two of my little brother choose a Lego ( i think i can't remember it clearly or maybe they choose bionicle..who cares =.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I ran towards the poly pocket section and i can't find the one that i want.&lt;/span&gt; ( &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BYTHEWAY! THE NEW POLY POCKET ARE SUCK! THEY SO BIG THEY CANT BE CALL POLY POCKET, I LIKE THE OLD POLY POCKET BETTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SZFC2w4W8YI/AAAAAAAAAFk/QWX53y7_dYA/s1600-h/QuikClikBoutique.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301091744993440130" style="width: 200px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SZFC2w4W8YI/AAAAAAAAAFk/QWX53y7_dYA/s200/QuikClikBoutique.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SZFDA5WoC9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/XeVoKwPukt0/s1600-h/2420091626_ec5e1865fe.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301091919066565586" style="width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SZFDA5WoC9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/XeVoKwPukt0/s200/2420091626_ec5e1865fe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;on the left sight is the new version of Polly pocket while the right side is the old version of Polly pocket...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I prefer the old one because all the item are so tiny seriously very tiny their house was actually a bag.. the bag u can open and have a furniture inside it.. look how cute it is! compare to the big one so lame =.= swap swup change clothe wtf?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;anyway back to my story..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I walkaway from the Polly pocket section..unhappy and heartbroken.. then suddenly i saw a HARRY POTTER POLLY POCKET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but the house was so big! the people are tiny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;oMG i grab it then i went to see my sister which in a barbie section with my mom and i happily show my toy to my sister and my mother..Then my mother told me to choose barbie because barbie is a girl toy harry potter for boy.. then she choose a barbie for me.. i was like "aww ok" (because i was just a stupid little girl who obey anyone and don't know anything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I put away the harry potter Polly pocket, walkaway and never see it again =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;but to my surprise i like to play with barbie hair hahahha I don't know why maybe because i can do whatever hairstyle i want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;well the end for today &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-2560259396302402716?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/2560259396302402716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=2560259396302402716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/2560259396302402716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/2560259396302402716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2009/02/heya.html' title='Heya'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SZE_Yf1-1eI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZTEOps4VyuQ/s72-c/wtf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-4356981115229815794</id><published>2009-02-04T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:23:42.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EM! Yummy !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SYpLkrF2SYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/UKXAJ5ohbeU/s1600-h/shabushabu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SYpLkrF2SYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/UKXAJ5ohbeU/s320/shabushabu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299131004969437570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Japanese Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so much..&lt;br /&gt;You can say almost everyday i eat Japanese Food =3&lt;br /&gt;Last time I always go to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shabu-Shabu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ( steamboat Japanese Style ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shabu- Shabu are located in mall, You can find shabu-shabu restaurant in Time Square, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Summit USJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Sunway Pyramid and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;The Price&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are not bad. 2 person eat is around RM 15 + (well see if u hungry or not)&lt;br /&gt;The price are according to the plate that you take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; : RM 1.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;green &lt;/span&gt;: RM 2.00&lt;br /&gt;yellow : RM 3.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; : RM 4.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only one &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shabu- Shabu&lt;/span&gt; had a very nice maintenance of food quality and taste of the tom yam soup ( i prefer tom yam soup because the taste of the hot tom yam soup are really tasty).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vegetables there are so fresh compare to Berjaya Times Square and they had a lot of choice of food outside for you to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time i go there i will order ice lemon tea yummy~&lt;br /&gt;Summit shabu-shabu make a great ice lemon tea!!! but u might wanna order extra ice because its too sweet hehe&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe well try it out at summit you might wanna come back and eat it again at there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-4356981115229815794?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/4356981115229815794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=4356981115229815794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/4356981115229815794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/4356981115229815794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2009/02/em-yummy.html' title='EM! Yummy !'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SYpLkrF2SYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/UKXAJ5ohbeU/s72-c/shabushabu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-3669985990281384673</id><published>2009-02-04T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T17:46:25.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teka - Teki Mengong</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Soalan&lt;/strong&gt; : Apa beza daun betik ngan tangan perempuan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jawapan&lt;/strong&gt; : Daun betik boleh melembutkan daging yang keras, tangan perempuan dapat mengeraskan daging yang lembut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soalan&lt;/strong&gt; : Haiwan apakah yang pertama sampai ke bulan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jawapan&lt;/strong&gt; : Burung punai (Neil Armstrong punya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soalan&lt;/strong&gt; : Apa beza tayar kereta dengan kondom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jawapan&lt;/strong&gt; : Tayar kereta kalau bocor boleh menghilangkan nyawa, kondom plak kalau bocor boleh menambahkan nyawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soalan&lt;/strong&gt; : Apa yang mahal pada BMW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jawapan&lt;/strong&gt; : Huruf W. Cuba tukarkan W ngan X. Jadi BMX. Kan murah tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soalan&lt;/strong&gt; : Rumah apakah yang gunakan banyak air?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jawapan&lt;/strong&gt; : Rumah terbakar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soalan&lt;/strong&gt; : Hitam, panjang, dipeluk dan diapit dua paha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jawapan&lt;/strong&gt; : Orang sedang panjat tiang talipon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soalan&lt;/strong&gt; : Ubat apa yang tak ada kesan sampingan (side effect)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jawapan&lt;/strong&gt; : Viagra dan Krim membesarkan payudara. Kesan dia ke depan, bukan ke samping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soalan&lt;/strong&gt; : Waktu dia hidup orang menyanyi, bila dia mati orang bertepuk tangan. Apa dia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jawapan&lt;/strong&gt; : Lilin kek harijadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soalan&lt;/strong&gt; : Bibir bertemu bibir. Tangan asyik meraba lubang. Mata terpejam menikmatinya. Wat apa tu??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jawapan&lt;/strong&gt; : Orang sedang meniup seruling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soalan&lt;/strong&gt; : Apa nama sudirman masa kecil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jawapan&lt;/strong&gt; : Sudirboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Semua haiwan jadi monyet,monyet jadi apa?&lt;br /&gt;jwpn: Jadi banyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Antara ekor lembu dengan ekor tikus... ekor mana yg lebih pjg &amp;amp; kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;jwpn: ekor tikus lebih panjang sebab mencecah lantai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Dari banyak banyak burung, burung mana jaga atuknya sendiri?&lt;br /&gt;jwpn: Burung belatuk aaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Kalau kereta berhenti apa yg turun dulu ....? jwpn: Speedometer turun dulu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) kalu bas kemalangan n bas tu terjatuh ke dalam sungai, apa yang masih hidup lagi walaupun bas tu dalam air...?&lt;br /&gt;jwpn: road tax dia arrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) kete apa yang bolih jalan dari pokok ke pokok?&lt;br /&gt; jwpn: nissan 323 (tree to tree)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) apa yang paling pandai dalam makmal?&lt;br /&gt;jwpn: termometer sebab byk degree:-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Kumpulan Orang Asli Paling Berjaya&lt;br /&gt;jwpn: O.A.G (Orang Asli Gombak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Kumpulan Rock yang Paling wangi&lt;br /&gt;jwpn: MAY (Bau Sabun)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-3669985990281384673?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/3669985990281384673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=3669985990281384673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/3669985990281384673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/3669985990281384673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2009/02/teka-teki-mengong.html' title='Teka - Teki Mengong'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-2176546190963403676</id><published>2009-02-03T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T18:14:02.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Happy Tree Friends</title><content type='html'>Valentine's Day is coming and the Happy Tree Friends Have a smashing video for  you to watch..&lt;br /&gt;It's cute and violent yet not for under 13 kids or 18 lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://happytreefriends.atomfilms.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tree&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres the link for it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-2176546190963403676?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/2176546190963403676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=2176546190963403676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/2176546190963403676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/2176546190963403676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentine-happy-tree-friends.html' title='Valentine Happy Tree Friends'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-5882715714705310110</id><published>2009-01-29T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T00:01:44.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Portfolio Update..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Excuse me.. I just update my portfolio..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;All the picture was in blur and low quality mode because to prevent people from stealing it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Yea 99% of them are card because i was told to create a festive card for variety festival.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im still a newbie but im trying my hard to create a nice simple and perfect card ^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can view the cards in my portfolio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-5882715714705310110?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/5882715714705310110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=5882715714705310110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/5882715714705310110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/5882715714705310110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2009/01/portfolio-update.html' title='Portfolio Update..'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-4399901127744820</id><published>2009-01-28T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:24:24.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot dream do come true</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SYEPH1t2_yI/AAAAAAAAADs/OIhAWngs3uw/s1600-h/blue_psp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SYEPH1t2_yI/AAAAAAAAADs/OIhAWngs3uw/s320/blue_psp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296531264117341986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes at last I get the thing that i wanted most in my list since i was form 4 i think..&lt;br /&gt;My very own psp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the day i wanted to buy psp was 1st October was actually my birthday then my father told me to get ps2 so I dumbly obey him and he bought me ps2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i realize i really am wanted to buy psp so i on my next birthday i ask my father to buy psp for my present then again my father said "NO" because i already get a car for my birthday present T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never ask him to buy a car for me.. why why why T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my next next birthday which i was currently 19 years old i ask again and he said NO so i decided to work my ass out to get my own psp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i own one which cost me RM1100 which actually are expensive but worth it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butttt! that shop only sell blue color T.T i want black or white. I know they are common now days but i just love black and white!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well i accept it freely and now i think blue is quite pretty ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-4399901127744820?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/4399901127744820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=4399901127744820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/4399901127744820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/4399901127744820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2009/01/woot-dream-do-come-true.html' title='Woot dream do come true'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SYEPH1t2_yI/AAAAAAAAADs/OIhAWngs3uw/s72-c/blue_psp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-3433398589854592950</id><published>2009-01-20T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T01:59:49.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak Peak Kavitina Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="vpdiv"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,19,0" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.mmosite.com/player/playerin.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;  &lt;param name="FlashVars" value="flvurl=http://flv.video.mmosite.com/flv/video/maplestory/kavatina_teaser.flv&amp;fvid=8958&amp;fgid=108" /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://video.mmosite.com/player/playerin.swf" width="480" height="360" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  FlashVars="flvurl=http://flv.video.mmosite.com/flv/video/maplestory/kavatina_teaser.flv&amp;fvid=8958&amp;fgid=108"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Video provided by &lt;a href="http://video.mmosite.com"&gt;video.mmosite.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Sneak Peak on 3D game..&lt;br /&gt;This one is by Nexon.net &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who play Maplestory would loveee to try this game out because this game is like another Maplestory version but in 3D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a peak and you will love it &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-3433398589854592950?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/3433398589854592950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=3433398589854592950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/3433398589854592950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/3433398589854592950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2009/01/sneak-peak-kavitina-story.html' title='Sneak Peak Kavitina Story'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-4854928961027311287</id><published>2009-01-18T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:31:43.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adorable!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DSuBKW1DrU4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DSuBKW1DrU4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorable and cute small 3DCG..&lt;br /&gt;I love the song ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch them dance all the way till end.. &lt;br /&gt;Ain't that they both cute or what?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-4854928961027311287?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/4854928961027311287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=4854928961027311287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/4854928961027311287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/4854928961027311287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2009/01/adorable.html' title='Adorable!'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-7199198094931296236</id><published>2009-01-16T23:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:53:00.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak Peak on Blade and Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div id="vpdiv"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,19,0" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.mmosite.com/player/playerin.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;  &lt;param name="FlashVars" value="flvurl=http://flv.video.mmosite.com/flv/video/southeast_asian_games_video/bladensoul_tr_hd.flv&amp;amp;fvid=8111&amp;amp;fgid=559"&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://video.mmosite.com/player/playerin.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="flvurl=http://flv.video.mmosite.com/flv/video/southeast_asian_games_video/bladensoul_tr_hd.flv&amp;amp;fvid=8111&amp;amp;fgid=559" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Video provided by &lt;a href="http://video.mmosite.com/"&gt;video.mmosite.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This game is almost like Magna Carta..&lt;br /&gt;I love the character design even thought most people though this game is for pervert but as for me I don't think so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graphic is very high.. so if u want to play it better upgrade your pc.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to play it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already release in korea..&lt;br /&gt;But u know korea.. didn't allow other country to play in their server.. sob sob&lt;br /&gt;sooo naaa...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wait for the global to come out i guess and hopefully that global won't band any I.P&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon in GLOBAL server ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-7199198094931296236?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/7199198094931296236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=7199198094931296236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/7199198094931296236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/7199198094931296236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2009/01/sneak-peak-on-blade-and-soul.html' title='Sneak Peak on Blade and Soul'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-1905097209405163087</id><published>2009-01-13T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:20:07.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Horror Of 2009</title><content type='html'>Not even one month :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not even one month. I got sick two time..&lt;br /&gt;Right now I got my flu and fever.&lt;br /&gt;I hope tomorrow I will be healthy..&lt;br /&gt;Last year I cant easily get sick.. I guess my Antibody is gone already.&lt;br /&gt;But to get a new Antibody I have to get injection. but i dun wan injection I'm scare of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wish me good health  for tomorrow ^^ ping pong tata =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-1905097209405163087?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/1905097209405163087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=1905097209405163087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/1905097209405163087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/1905097209405163087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2009/01/horror-of-2009.html' title='The Horror Of 2009'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-7970868873570952817</id><published>2009-01-12T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T04:29:04.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no =(</title><content type='html'>Oh no my result has come out and i got 2.86!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sob sob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Program:      DIPLOMA IN INTERACTIVE &amp;amp; MULTIMEDIA DESIGN&lt;br /&gt;Term:     Jul 2008&lt;br /&gt;Student:     107020713 Rodhiah Azzahra Binti Abu Hanifah&lt;br /&gt;Semester:     04, Year 2 Sem 2&lt;br /&gt;Aggregate:     GPA:2.65 / CGPA:2.88&lt;br /&gt;Remarks:     You may proceed to the next semester.&lt;br /&gt;    Module     Name     Grade     Credits&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    IMD2401     Complimentary Studies 2     C    &lt;br /&gt;1.00&lt;br /&gt;    IMD2403     Web Technology     B-    &lt;br /&gt;4.00&lt;br /&gt;    IMD2404     Digital Animation 2     PX    &lt;br /&gt;4.00&lt;br /&gt;    IMD2405     Digital Imaging 2     C+    &lt;br /&gt;3.00&lt;br /&gt;    IMD2406     Graphic Design 2     C+    &lt;br /&gt;2.00&lt;br /&gt;    IMD2407     Interactive Design 1     B-    &lt;br /&gt;4.00&lt;br /&gt;Total                      &lt;br /&gt;18.00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-7970868873570952817?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/7970868873570952817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=7970868873570952817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/7970868873570952817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/7970868873570952817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-no.html' title='Oh no =('/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-6374258784825667353</id><published>2009-01-11T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T06:01:06.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Love are easy to find but real love are hard to find. Not all people experience a true love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Even a marriage person some of them didn't feel the true love. They only experience a LOVE which they though it was a true love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Well a true love is happen when the lover didn't care if their lover make a mistake to them. They though that its only a small mistake and they actually a very forgiven person to their lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;They also willing to do anything to make their lover to become more happy when their lover become sad or needed them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Willing to put away and hide their jealousy when their lover talk to some other guy/girl. In order to make their lover comfortable and didn't think any bad though toward them, they hide the jealousy and let the pain kept inside their heart and a good sleep to help the pain to go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;In the morning they will wake up happily and start saying good morning, call or send a text to their lover even though their lover didn't message them in the first place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;They didn't care about any other girl/guy which trying to flirt and talk sweet at them. They ignore it because only one person in their mind and heart, that was the lover. The person who have stolen their heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Even if they have a secret admire or someone trying to get their heart away from their lover, they try to protect their heart not to let anyone take it away. Also, they trust their lover when their lover want to go out with their friend even have guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;They trust them so much and when they sick they try so hard to keep their sickness as a secret so that their lover didn't have to worry about their sickness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And so as their love their lover so much the lover also must response the same things and try not to betray the love that they gave to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;They change their attitude just to become with the person that they love. To have a lot of memory with their lover, they take a picture with them every time they on date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Because they don't want to miss a single lovely moment in their life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Knowing that every time he/she beside them they feel it was the most happiest day of their live and everyday are different from the other day.Too special too forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Telling them that they love them with sincere everyday and every second just to remind their lover how much they love them. They adore them, kissing their hand and not letting it go no matter what just to tell them that they want to be with them forever and forever they will be in their heart. They can't speak it truly because scared that they have a bad response or answer from their lover. They scare that their lover didn't love them like they love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Trying so hard to make them appreciate their love toward them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A true love is something that you cant buy and find easily. Once u found your true love never ever let them go. Once you let them go they wont be another chance to get them back but if your are meant to be together than one day you will get them back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Based on a real feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Od&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-6374258784825667353?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/6374258784825667353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=6374258784825667353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/6374258784825667353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/6374258784825667353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2009/01/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-8626882177261902309</id><published>2009-01-11T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T05:36:09.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last Friday is kinda a different day from my everyday life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ate at Uptown Damansara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh i didn't know that I'm gonna eat there. I though i was gonna eat at Taipan or mybe summit or something inside Subang. It's quite boring ya know eating at the same place over and over again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my boyfriend didn't know where to eat so I ask him where to eat over and over again but he told me that i should decide it so i will eat it and finish it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if i choose also i will eat it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept on push me and push me and so i decided to eat at uptown cause i was thinking having a seafood for my dinner &lt;3 i love seafood... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrive there and so my bf order a steak.. while I order oyster and "lala"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i manage to finish my plate both "lala" and oyster + mushroom soup [ yummy ~ ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was enjoying my food, my bf said " look that boy get caught"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look for that boy and yea i saw it... A policeman in disguise caught a boy selling pirated cd haaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that boy face look soo innocent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they caught 2 person.. one look innocent wearing a earphone while selling the cd while the other one look so angelic.. and his actually kinda calm down.. i kept stare at them and then continue to finish my soya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after finish it we go back home =S blehhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-8626882177261902309?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/8626882177261902309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=8626882177261902309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/8626882177261902309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/8626882177261902309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-dinner.html' title='My dinner'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-4711092533813602131</id><published>2009-01-05T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T00:59:30.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A story About Love,Hatred and Jealousy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWMblQ10DFI/AAAAAAAAACs/jtHAC46DGZM/s1600-h/170px-Anadyomene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWMblQ10DFI/AAAAAAAAACs/jtHAC46DGZM/s320/170px-Anadyomene.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288100714452880466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[&lt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Venus Roman Goddess Of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Beauty,Love,and fertility&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;p&gt;Envious and jealous of the beauty of a mortal woman named Psyche, Venus asks her son Cupid to use his golden arrows to cause Psyche to fall in love with the vilest creature on earth. Cupid agrees but then falls in love with Psyche on his own, when he leans over from a distance to kiss her, he causes one of his own arrows to fall forward piercing him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When all continue to admire and praise Psyche's beauty but none desire her as a wife, Psyche's parents consult an oracle, which tells them to leave Psyche on the nearest mountain, for her beauty is so great that she is not meant for man. Terrified, they have no choice but to follow the oracle's instructions. But then &lt;span class="mw-redirect"&gt;Zephyrus&lt;/span&gt;, the west wind,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;carries Psyche away to a fair valley and a magnificent palace where she is attended by invisible servants until night falls and in the darkness of night the promised &lt;span class="mw-redirect"&gt;bridegroom&lt;/span&gt; arrives and the marriage is consummated. Cupid visits her every night to &lt;span class="mw-redirect"&gt;make love&lt;/span&gt; to her, but demands that she never light any lamps, since he does not want her to know who he is.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Cupid even allows Zephyrus to take Psyche back to her sisters and bring all three down to the palace during the day, but warning that Psyche should not listen to any argument that she should not try to discover his true form. The two jealous sisters tell Psyche, then &lt;span class="mw-redirect"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt; with Cupid's child, that rumor is that she had married a great and terrible serpent who would devour her and her unborn child when the time came for it to be fed. They urge Psyche to conceal a knife and oil lamp in the bedchamber, to wait till her husband w&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;as asleep, and then to light the lamp and slay him at once if it is as they said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWMdHOD8YxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Le19BrMjjVM/s1600-h/150px-Cupidon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWMdHOD8YxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Le19BrMjjVM/s320/150px-Cupidon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288102397334020882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                [ &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cupid, son of Venus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Psyche sadly follows their advice. In the light of the lamp Psyche recognizes the fair form on the bed as the god Cupid himself. However, she accidentally pricks herself with an arrow, and is consumed with desire for her husband. She begins to kiss him, but as she does, a drop of oil falls from her lamp onto Cupid's chest and wakes him. He flies away, and she falls from the window to the ground, sick at heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWMcZ2v3API/AAAAAAAAAC0/k2YkAyE0J7M/s1600-h/210px-Bouguereau-Psyche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWMcZ2v3API/AAAAAAAAAC0/k2YkAyE0J7M/s320/210px-Bouguereau-Psyche.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288101617981653234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Psyche then finds herself in the city where one of her jealous elder sisters lives. She tells her what had happened, then tricks her sister into believing that Cupid has chosen her as a wife instead. She later meets her other sister and deceives her likewise. Each returns to the top of the peak and jumped down eagerly, but Zephyrus does not bear them and they fall to their deaths at the base of the mountain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                     &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; [Psyche The Mortal Woman ----&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Psyche searches far and wide for her lover, finally stumbling into a temple to where all is in slovenly disarray. As Psyche is sorting and clearing, Ceres appears, but refuses any help but advice, saying Psyche must call directly on Venus, the jealous shrew that caused all the problems in the first place. Psyche next calls on in her temple, but Juno, superior as always, says the same. So Psyche finds a temple to Venus and enters it. Venus orders Psyche to separate all the grains in a large basket of mixed kinds before nightfall. An ant takes pity on Psyche and with its ant companions separates the grains for her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Venus is outraged at her success and tells her to go to a field where golden sheep graze and get some golden wool. A river-god tells Psyche that the sheep are vicious and strong and will kill her, but if she waits until noontime, the sheep will go to the shade on the other side of the field and sleep; she can pick the wool that sticks to the branches and bark of the trees. Venus next asks for water from the flowing from a cleft that is impossible for a mortal to attain and is also guarded by great serpents. This time an eagle performs the task for Psyche. Venus, outraged at Psyche's survival, claims that the stress of caring for her son, made depressed and ill as a result of Psyche's lack of faith, has caused her to lose some of her beauty. Psyche is to go to the Underworld and ask the queen of the Underworld, for a bit of her beauty in a box that Venus gave to Psyche. Psyche decides that the quickest way to the Underworld is to throw herself off some high place and die and so she climbs to the top of a tower. But the tower itself speaks to her and tells her the route through that will allow her to enter the Underworld alive and return again, as well as telling her how to get by throwing Cerberus a small cake and by paying Charon a coin, how to avoid other dangers on the way there and back, and most importantly to eat of no food whatsoever; for otherwise she will dwell forever in the Underworld. Psyche follows the orders explicitly and eats nothing while beneath the earth.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;However when Psyche has left the Underworld, she decides to open the box and take a little bit of the beauty for herself. Inside, she can see no beauty; instead an infernal sleep arises from the box and overcomes her. Cupid (Eros), who had forgiven Psyche, flies to her, wipes the sleep from her face, puts it back in the box, and sends her back on her way. Then Cupid flies to Mount Olympus and begs Jupiter (Zeus), to aid them. Jupiter calls a full and formal council of the gods and declares that it is his will that Cupid might marry Psyche. Jupiter then has Psyche fetched to Mount Olympus, and gives her a drink made from Ambrosia, granting her immortality. Begrudgingly, Venus and Psyche forgive each other.&lt;/p&gt; Psyche and Cupid's daughter was Voluptas or Delight, the goddess of "sensual pleasures," whose Latin name means "pleasure" or "bliss"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-4711092533813602131?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/4711092533813602131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=4711092533813602131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/4711092533813602131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/4711092533813602131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2009/01/story-about-lovehatred-and-jealousy.html' title='A story About Love,Hatred and Jealousy'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWMblQ10DFI/AAAAAAAAACs/jtHAC46DGZM/s72-c/170px-Anadyomene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-293939372839946148</id><published>2009-01-05T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:33:53.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCARY NOW MOST POLICE CANNOT BE TRUSTED</title><content type='html'>This is scary.. the one who is control people peace and laws are now is the people who cannot be trusted.. OMG!!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 id="story_title"&gt;Cop nabbed for raping six-year-old niece&lt;/h1&gt;      &lt;h2 id="story_byline"&gt;Other News &amp;amp; Views&lt;br /&gt;Compiled by FLORENCE A. SAMY, TAN SIN CHOW AND A. RAMAN&lt;/h2&gt;             &lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt;A POLICEMAN has been arrested for allegedly raping his six-year-old niece in Petaling Jaya, reported &lt;i&gt;Sin Chew Daily&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The act was uncovered when the victim complained of pain in her private parts.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The suspect, in his 20s, was arrested on Thursday. He is in remand until Jan 8.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&gt; &lt;i&gt;China Press&lt;/i&gt; reported school bus fares nationwide will go up by 30% when schools reopen today.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Federation of Malaysian School Bus Opera- tors Association president Chee Ah Tey said 8,000 school bus drivers and operators would impose the new charges and were prepared to face the consequences.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In response, Commercial Vehicle Licensing Board chairman Datuk Markiman Kobiran said stern action would be taken against operators raising fares.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Credit for &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/1/5/nation/2941881&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;stars newspaper&lt;/a&gt;&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/1270317069588440583-293939372839946148?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/293939372839946148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=293939372839946148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/293939372839946148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/293939372839946148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2009/01/scary-now-most-police-cannot-be-trusted.html' title='SCARY NOW MOST POLICE CANNOT BE TRUSTED'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-483298476524144829</id><published>2009-01-05T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:34:45.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Increasing the ticket price for Movie!! What?!</title><content type='html'>I don't know whether this is true or not but they said that Malaysian government I think want to increase the ticket price for cinema only for outside movie?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it is not necessary..&lt;br /&gt;They want to increase the price for the outside movie cinema ticket so that Malaysian people watch they local movie..=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's kinda suck. where is the right for the people who live and born in Malaysia. Malaysia is a nice and peaceful country but why do they have to do a stupid things just to force people to watch local movie. I admit that some local movie are suck and doesnt have good quality but some of the local movie are good and nice. but most of them doesnt have the quality compare to outside movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Thailand make a great movie like FURY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before increase the ticket price please increase the quality of a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sames goes for the local car. They increase the price for imported car so that local people buy local car. They can do it if they want to but if they want people to buy the local car please make sure the quality is good enough and save just like imported car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new KENARI then not even a fe wmonth the window started to jam...&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;Thats lame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, please increase the quality of the car before selling it to other people. hehe even police but mitsubishi to chase out turbo car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;----- ADAPTED FROM &lt;/small&gt;&lt;cite&gt;www.makkez.com/2008/12/07/&lt;b&gt;mitsubishi&lt;/b&gt;-evo-as-&lt;b&gt;malaysian&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;b&gt;police&lt;/b&gt;-cars/ -------------&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;KUALA LUMPUR&lt;/b&gt;: The Royal Malaysian police has bought 25 high-powered &lt;b&gt;Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution&lt;/b&gt; cars to catch criminals and speed hogs.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;The cars, worth several millions of ringgit, would be fitted with safety gadgets and would sport the looks of police patrol cars.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;Sources said the police had al­­ready taken possession and were testing the cars before sending them to the Road Transport Depart­ment for registration and approval.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;“The cars are to be used in high-speed car chase, especially in cases of carjacking, kidnapping and hi­­jacking.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I’m surprised! While we could see our government trying its best to promote local cars hoping that more people would buy it, on the other half, the police force decided to do otherwise. It looks like they are slowly ditching our local cars and opt for the best. Anyway, I bet the reason for this upgrade would not be limited to the speed issue alone, but would definitely be inclusive of the overall quality of the car. Wait a minute, by saying that, I am not degrading our local cars.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Looks like our mat rempits now have a challenger on the road, just that the new ‘challenger’ would have four wheels and won’t bother to bang those rempits if there is a need for them to do so. Not forgetting some of our karat kaigels who would love to &lt;i&gt;curi&lt;/i&gt; some expensive cars and drive all the way to a secluded area hoping that no one could chase them, too bad, they have a new challenger as well. All hail our police force!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="more-301"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;*I’m just wondering, would there be a vacancy for being a driver for this kind of police cars soon?&lt;/small&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.makkez.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":grin:" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;*And sorry for the delay in updating my blog guys. Been busy with certain logo designing as well as some web designing projects.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;----- ADAPTED FROM &lt;/small&gt;&lt;cite&gt;www.makkez.com/2008/12/07/&lt;b&gt;mitsubishi&lt;/b&gt;-evo-as-&lt;b&gt;malaysian&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;b&gt;police&lt;/b&gt;-cars/ -------------&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;cite&gt;TO READ MORE ABOUT THIS ARTICLE HERE IT IS &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/12/7/nation/2745687&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;STARS NEWS MITSUBISHI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-483298476524144829?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/483298476524144829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=483298476524144829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/483298476524144829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/483298476524144829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2009/01/increasing-ticket-price-for-movie-what.html' title='Increasing the ticket price for Movie!! What?!'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-728062285728028549</id><published>2009-01-05T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:58:43.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Talk about Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWLU2lXcFoI/AAAAAAAAACk/_vXpxLE5884/s1600-h/untewewitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWLU2lXcFoI/AAAAAAAAACk/_vXpxLE5884/s200/untewewitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288022946694829698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone love money right.. and everyone want to get rich faster to feel the want in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT money are not an easy earn. To get it we have to work hard for it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people complain that they want to get rich faster without doing anything and they want to get rich at the young age..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWLT0OSHdUI/AAAAAAAAACc/YGumEGWkSV8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWLT0OSHdUI/AAAAAAAAACc/YGumEGWkSV8/s200/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288021806627124546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you think back.. your parent work hard from their young age till they old then they have alot of money..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWLT0OSHdUI/AAAAAAAAACc/YGumEGWkSV8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;so you have to work hard from now to earn alot and keep on saving your money for your future and not to waste it to some kind of stupid stuff...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Earn and save Money :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;work hard from now on&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;always have a saving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;always keep your money on you bank not in your purse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;buy usefull thing only.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;don't waste your money for something that you have.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;think twice before you take out your money.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;always think about whats going to happen in the future.Whether the price of item is going to be increase or decrease.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ask your boss to increase your salary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have a good job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stick to one job. Don't change you job often because you wont get promote or enough experience to be the best on it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be a clever person to know where can you get high salary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;don't be stupid to rob other people and  commit crime just to earn money. because it will just make you to get into the trouble and not happiness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To become a successful person you must work hard and also try not to have a lot of dream and wants. because human want is infinity.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&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/1270317069588440583-728062285728028549?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/728062285728028549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=728062285728028549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/728062285728028549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/728062285728028549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-talk-about-money.html' title='Let&apos;s Talk about Money'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWLU2lXcFoI/AAAAAAAAACk/_vXpxLE5884/s72-c/untewewitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-5233806177714687076</id><published>2009-01-05T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:22:39.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring...New Item In Portfolio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just put a new Design in my portfolio.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's about a greeting card of chinese new year..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feel free to have a look =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-5233806177714687076?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/5233806177714687076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=5233806177714687076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/5233806177714687076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/5233806177714687076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2009/01/boringnew-item-in-portfolio.html' title='Boring...New Item In Portfolio'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-7936124240823753486</id><published>2008-12-26T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T18:19:20.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Im better &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the day before Christmas I had a half boiled egg for my breakfast. wuu  [Yummy!~  its my favourite. Uh lamour &lt;3]&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hour at the office, where i work right now.. lalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stomach started felt very funny and my head started to felt very woozy and i went to toilet like 2 times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every momento my body started to felt very cold and I began to feel very dizzyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still have my energy to do my work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use up every energy i have to talk and do my work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finish up my work and take a break inside the toilet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squatting at the toilet [ in front the toilet bowl well not that near to toilet bowl [ excuse me hello the toilet is very clean ok not like mamak stall toilet ] and the office pantry.. and at my desk hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I though my face would look pale or something but my friend said I look fine. Like im in a good health...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'am not... that time I felt dizzy and my head hurt so badly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then I ask my boss that today I work half day.. NOT BECAUSE I WANNA CELEBRATE CRISTMAS I WANT TO BUT I CANT! I WANNA GO BACK AND TAKE A REST I CANT STAND A BRIGHT COMPUTER 24 HOUR wuuuu sob sob =:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i though im gonna be back at 12 then again I wait for my friend till 1.30 p.m [greaaaaat].....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit at the side of the road then after a few minutes i change my position and sit at the stairs because some stupid old man keep looking at me....&lt;br /&gt;I realllyyyy wanna to say this to that man..&lt;br /&gt;" im sorry your are old and im 19 we're not meant to be together.. ur to be with ur dead wife"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well his actualy not at old more to like someone fathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after went back home i grab my trusty,lovely,cute,best friend, the one that i loved little cat name BETTYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ BETTTYYYYY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we both go to bed... suprisingly she didn't tryed to escape when i was holding her and bring her to bed with me O_o she just slept with me till falled to sleep....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went I woke up my body heat already rised my eye started to become red&lt;br /&gt;and then at night i think around 7 or 8 my parent haven't come back home from i don't know mybe work?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to the clinic... I ask my sister to send me to the clinic then she told me her friend is coming to home... zzzz wateva la... stupid sister...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I sorta ASK my friend to send me to the clinic.. thanks tooo him he bring me to the clinic and then they ask me to fill in my details...&lt;br /&gt;because the old one is not in the data [ well yeah I never get sick before. Its rare to found that im in sick]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While settle down...&lt;br /&gt;the nurse called my name&lt;br /&gt;"wuhuuuuuu im the first yeah!mybe she pity with me? because my face look terrible" Lalalall =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor told me that i got fever...&lt;br /&gt;[ actually i dunoe whther the doctor is correct or what. I'am not a doctor but i positively sure i got diariea hahaha i dunoe how to spell it]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then then after i paid RM35 then we go buy porridge because i havent ate all day from morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i reached home.. I go to bed.....&lt;br /&gt;oh yea forgot to mention the doctor gave me mc for one day watttaaaa fuck!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because after 2 days i still have my fever.... zzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday i didnt go to work because i still have my fever on me then i though i wanna go extend my MC with my mom because i afraid that the doctor wont gave me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait till my mother come home, after he reached hom she told me no need MC as long im alright.. dont care the boss deduct from my pay check [ like u wanna pay my paycheck....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its saturday and im all better blaaa lazy to write la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-7936124240823753486?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/7936124240823753486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=7936124240823753486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/7936124240823753486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/7936124240823753486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally-im-better-3.html' title='Finally Im better &lt;3'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-6669055361999058280</id><published>2008-12-23T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T07:34:06.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's Come My Portfolio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey! Hey! Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; just added a new link which is linked to my portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well just created it about 1 minute ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;y portfolio link was about all the project that i do in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well currently &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;only have &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;semester 4&lt;/span&gt; and only have about 2 subject information inside the portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; can't find any other picture to put on for other subject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; want to put folio since &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;was in &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;semester 1&lt;/span&gt; till now but, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; kinda lost all&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; m&lt;/span&gt;y late project =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's suck.. Now &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; only have a portfolio for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;semester 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaa please feel free to view it. The link is up there beside&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; "HOME"&lt;/span&gt; link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or you can just go here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://polkawhite2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Polka White Portfolio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-6669055361999058280?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/6669055361999058280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=6669055361999058280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/6669055361999058280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/6669055361999058280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2008/12/heres-come-my-portfolio.html' title='Here&apos;s Come My Portfolio'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-1945589501313611247</id><published>2008-12-23T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T20:34:25.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentino (this story is half way because i get it from my dream)</title><content type='html'>"Wake up! Wake up now!"&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 shadows waking me up in the middle of the night. While everyone was sound asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Both of them move me up until I wake up. I stare at them with a sleepy face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wear this pendant and gown. Faster, we don't have much time.” One of them told me and throws the blue silk gown at me along with an oval shape pendant.&lt;br /&gt;I gaze at the pendant. It was beautiful, the pendant was shining greatly and I stare at the center of the pendant. There was a dragon like fire inside the pendant and surprisingly it move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn my eye to both of them.&lt;br /&gt;“Wait, who are you guys?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”No question, just do as we said and it will be alright”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without hesitate I hung the pendant around my neck and follow them through the window, where they come in to my room. I didn’t wear the gown, I carry it with me while catching them up. I don’t know why I follow them but the pendant make me feel so curious and want to know what’s going on and who are they and why they show up in my room in the middle of the night. Ops! I forgot to tell you my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Od, apparently my real name is too long and not all people can pronounce my name correctly. You can just call me by my nickname Od. I’m 19 years old this year 2008. I have a brown long straight hair. Well it’s only brown when my hair is under the sun. it will turn black if there is no sunlight. I have big brown black eye. My have small boobs which I don’t care about how big other girls have and I’m tall and thin and slim and I’m proud with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 1 mom and dad, 1 big sister which is 1 year older than me. 2 little brothers who always making me feel so annoying with their attitude. Apparently I’m not staying with my family right now. I’m studying in London =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m an animal lover. I love cats, dog, and etc. I love too eat too but all kind of food which is not pork. I love adventure as you can see. To see a new world that’s why I decided to study oversea. And I love to explore the world. One day if I have a lot of money I want to go to every country and mark my ‘MARK’ at there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright back to the story, as I follow them. The moonlight helps me to see the mystery peoples. One of them was a guy, which is like aaaaaaaaa 24 years old and he is quite a good looking. Sharp eye, sharp nose, and he is quite tall too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn my eyes to the other person. She was a girl, taller than me. Apparently around age 29. But her face so unique I never see a person have that kind of face before. She looks so pretty. Her eye’s wasn’t that small, quite big similar with me. Her face shape was symmetrical. Her lip was small and then she realizes that I was staring at her. She smiles at me. OMG she looks prettier when she was smiling. I smile back at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PART 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They take me to the back of an alley. There was a door. Old an antique door with a knob that look like a lion head and there is small window at the door. The girl knock at the door and there is a footstep coming and open the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystery man " Oh it you, and u finally found her" looking straight me with his blue eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give him a nod..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl "hurry we have no time.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystery man "All right, all right.. wait a second"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door open and we all get inside as fast as we could. I still dont get it why and wat and who are they. And where are they taking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Phew atlast we made it..They wont find us in here right Albert" the girl look at the good looking man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah, Im melissa,this is albert and that big guy well he is Fron. I'm sorry to drag u all this but you are in big danger"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"huh?! big danger? what did i do? i havent done anything wrong at all. The last thing that i do wrong is bullied my cat.. Please tell me why you guys bring me here? and what with this pendant? It's keep glowing and the dragon inside it were moving which yea pretty cool"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albert step forward and held my hand which making me melt for awhile and making me feel safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Calm down. Hmm how should i start. Well you are a key. A girl who posses the power to open a gate. You 're the chosen one the pendant choose you. The pendant are your guardian. It held power which is more powerfull than ours.That gate lead to the other world. There are five kind of world in this universe and you are the key for one of those gate. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Water&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, are the gate of the world of the underwater, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are the gate of the sky which is all the people inside the&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;sky world have wings, &lt;strong&gt;Underworld&lt;/strong&gt; are the world of the dead and dark soul, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are the world of the green they are a peacefull people and they doesnt like to fight and last but not least the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which is you are the key to that world. The world that lead this three other world. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all take out their pendant. They all have the same shape but different color, Melissa pendant was blue sky, Albert are green, while Fron are beige. But they all doesn't have a dragon inside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Em this is a bit awkard yet it is so cool. Hmm but why are we in such a hurry?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa " You are the key of the world that can destroy the other world. And there is a group of people who want to rule the four world. They call them self Velvet and they are trying to hunt u down and we Valentino are live to protect you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continue....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-1945589501313611247?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/1945589501313611247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=1945589501313611247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/1945589501313611247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/1945589501313611247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2008/12/valentino-this-story-is-half-way.html' title='Valentino (this story is half way because i get it from my dream)'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-8069065069262645178</id><published>2008-12-21T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T07:26:25.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why ar?</title><content type='html'>Why ar so bored la now days...&lt;br /&gt;Shopping mall also can make you feel very bored...&lt;br /&gt;I think watching macha wash car is much more fun then walking around at the shopping mall which have a lot of people, crowded,same environment,same smell, same degree, same same same all same !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;Driving me crazy...&lt;br /&gt;Where is the most exciting place where you wont feel bored, where you feel happy all the time and have a lot of entertainment other than "GENTING HIGLAND"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-8069065069262645178?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/8069065069262645178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=8069065069262645178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/8069065069262645178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/8069065069262645178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-ar.html' title='Why ar?'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-4451589147889394441</id><published>2008-12-20T18:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T18:28:55.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aw, Nuts. Why Won't My Car Start?</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="body"&gt;Indiana Woman Opens Car Hood And Finds Trove Of Black Walnuts Left By A Crafty Chipmunk&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(AP) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;!-- sphereit start --&gt;Aw, nuts. That's likely what Hope Wideup thought when her car's turn signal and windshield wipers wouldn't work. It's also what she found later when she opened the hood. "There were thousands in there. They were everywhere," she said, speculating a chipmunk found its way into her car, which had been sitting idle for several weeks, and used the engine compartment as a storage depot for a trove of black walnuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wideup thinks it all started last fall when a chipmunk snatched a garden glove from her yard. She later found the glove in the engine compartment when she was trying to repair the broken turn signal. Unable to fix the problem, however, Wideup let the car sit unused for a couple of weeks and then heard a loud revving sound from the engine when she tried to start the vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when she looked under the hood again and found the walnuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apparently this little guy stuffed a bunch of these nuts in the accelerator throttle," said Wideup, who had to spend $242 for towing and repairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chipmunk hasn't returned, Wideup told the Post-Tribune for a story published Wednesday. But she's not taking any chances, alternating use of her two cars so neither one is sitting too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's funny, but it's not," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Information from: Post-Tribune, &lt;a&gt;http://www.post-trib.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- sphereit end --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="storyCopyright legal"&gt;Copyright 2008 The Associated Press. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-4451589147889394441?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/4451589147889394441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=4451589147889394441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/4451589147889394441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/4451589147889394441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2008/12/aw-nuts-why-wont-my-car-start.html' title='Aw, Nuts. Why Won&apos;t My Car Start?'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-71253669690363774</id><published>2008-12-20T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T18:26:43.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Gets Parking Ticket While Delivering Toys</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="body"&gt;Santa Claus Is Ticketed For Double Parking On NYC Street While Delivering Gifts To Children&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;b&gt;(AP) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;!-- sphereit start --&gt;Santa Claus has added a New York City traffic agent to his naughty list after she gave him a ticket while delivering gifts to children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chip Cafiero says he'll fight the $115 ticket he received in Brooklyn on Black Friday when he was dressed as Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 60-year-old retired schoolteacher was riding a horse-drawn carriage and handing out toys and candy canes. An SUV carrying the toys and protecting the horse from traffic was double parked next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa says he yelled "Ho! Ho! Ho!" to get the traffic agent's attention because the SUV wasn't blocking traffic. But in his words, "This grinch just went ahead and fined me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local politician Martin Golden calls the parking ticket "ridiculous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police won't comment on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Information from: Daily News, &lt;a&gt;http://www.nydailynews.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- sphereit end --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="storyCopyright legal"&gt;Copyright 2008 The Associated Press. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-71253669690363774?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/71253669690363774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=71253669690363774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/71253669690363774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/71253669690363774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa-gets-parking-ticket-while.html' title='Santa Gets Parking Ticket While Delivering Toys'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-5860315947419683351</id><published>2008-12-20T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T18:24:26.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman Accused Of Trying To Sell 'gothic Kittens'</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="body"&gt;Humane Officers Say Woman Marketed 'gothic Kittens' With Ear, Neck And Tail Piercings&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;b&gt;(AP) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;!-- sphereit start --&gt;Humane officers said a Pennsylvania woman marketed "gothic kittens" with ear, neck and tail piercings over the Internet. Officers with the SPCA of Luzerne County removed three kittens and a cat from a home outside Wilkes-Barre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer Carol Morrison said the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals raided the home on Wednesday after getting a tip that the woman was selling the pierced kittens on eBay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's unbelievable anybody would do this to kittens," Morrison said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charges are likely against the homeowner, whose name was not released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morrison said the woman has a pet grooming business in the basement of the home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Information from: Times Leader, &lt;a&gt;http://www.timesleader.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- sphereit end --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 2008 The Associated Press. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-5860315947419683351?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/5860315947419683351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=5860315947419683351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/5860315947419683351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/5860315947419683351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2008/12/woman-accused-of-trying-to-sell-gothic.html' title='Woman Accused Of Trying To Sell &apos;gothic Kittens&apos;'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-3652705786129149261</id><published>2008-12-20T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T18:23:17.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Calls In Threats To Free Girlfriend From Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="body"&gt;Pa. Man Sentenced For Repeatedly Calling In Bomb Threats To Get His Girlfriend Out Of Class&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(AP) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;!-- sphereit start --&gt;Police said a man repeatedly called in bomb threats to a Pittsburgh-area high school so his girlfriend would get out of class early. Christopher Wiley, 19, of Duquesne, has been sentenced to the time he has served in the Allegheny County Jail since May for the threats to Steel Valley High School in Homestead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiley was sentenced after pleading guilty Wednesday to risking a catastrophe and other charges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police said the school was evacuated at least 13 times between May 15 and 22 because of Wiley's prank calls. No explosives were ever found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiley acknowledged making the calls, but says he did so less than 10 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- sphereit end --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 2008 The Associated Press. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-3652705786129149261?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/3652705786129149261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=3652705786129149261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/3652705786129149261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/3652705786129149261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2008/12/man-calls-in-threats-to-free-girlfriend.html' title='Man Calls In Threats To Free Girlfriend From Class'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-2147325585912368302</id><published>2008-12-20T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T10:17:19.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing</title><content type='html'>Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey! Suwey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why ar?....&lt;br /&gt;I also dunoe....&lt;br /&gt;My be same like that?....&lt;br /&gt;If same then why ar?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I facing the same thing all over again and again and in the end i have to fix it?...&lt;br /&gt;Why cant i just ignore it for once...&lt;br /&gt;I guess i cant IGNORE it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz! Haiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! 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Why?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?! are you seriously have to do like that leh?....&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-2147325585912368302?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/2147325585912368302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=2147325585912368302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/2147325585912368302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/2147325585912368302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2008/12/nothing.html' title='nothing'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-3333343097455279823</id><published>2008-12-18T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T08:24:02.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yehaaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah! Atlast i found a perfecttttttttttttt template for my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White and green a perfect combination for my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like it very much. It is simple yet not so complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People can easily read my blog because less color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blalallalalal very simple too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you like it?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-3333343097455279823?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/3333343097455279823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=3333343097455279823' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/3333343097455279823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/3333343097455279823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2008/12/yehaaaa.html' title='Yehaaaa'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-5851071104764191718</id><published>2008-12-16T07:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T07:49:37.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweetest or the worse?</title><content type='html'>The worse :&lt;br /&gt;the worse thing that i was thinking right now is that whether you told me the truth or lies about what you said that time..&lt;br /&gt;My be you were thinking about others and not me =)&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I don't wanna think about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sweet :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fer me the sweetest thing that i remember right now is the day before i sent u back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You told me that you remembered the day we coupe last time and wondering why am i being so nice at you.&lt;br /&gt;Ya know. I'm being nice to you because I like you and yea my be I'm too friendly towards you.&lt;br /&gt;You are my ex at that day the best ex ever =). and now we are back together. I'm so happy being with you and I'm so happy that we are back together again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you and how u felt when you with me again.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that you don't make the same mistake like you did last time and I hope that no one will interfere with our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with you till the day i die is my main wish ever..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-5851071104764191718?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/5851071104764191718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=5851071104764191718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/5851071104764191718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/5851071104764191718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweetest-or-worse.html' title='The Sweetest or the worse?'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-1781560664201722146</id><published>2008-12-16T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T07:37:55.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My wish For Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I Want For Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my cat plapi&lt;br /&gt;2. wolkswagen beetle&lt;br /&gt;3. honda jazz (the new one)&lt;br /&gt;4. new shoes&lt;br /&gt;5. new tops&lt;br /&gt;6.new bottoms&lt;br /&gt;7.new dress&lt;br /&gt;8.new house&lt;br /&gt;9.my friends&lt;br /&gt;10.The old you &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-1781560664201722146?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/1781560664201722146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=1781560664201722146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/1781560664201722146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/1781560664201722146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-wish-for-christmas.html' title='My wish For Christmas'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-8221652425200331330</id><published>2008-11-19T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:00:11.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamboree Adaption</title><content type='html'>Now i know what my position is to you. Much more lower than a dog at the alley.&lt;br /&gt;You don't love me like i love you..&lt;br /&gt;You don't love me so much like i love you so much..&lt;br /&gt;Every time you said so, i accept it even tho i know that you don't really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do love me you wouldn't care less to say to other girl that don't bother you  anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Well you do it only if i do something similar or trade..&lt;br /&gt;And you don't want to do it for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;If you do, you do it for me...&lt;br /&gt;I want you to do it for both of us, our relationship not for me only.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it seems like you care about me&lt;br /&gt;You don't care about me that much..&lt;br /&gt;you know i'm outside alone...&lt;br /&gt;i'm in the neighborhood i'm not out of the state..&lt;br /&gt;Is it hard for you to come and see me and maybe company me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, you make me realize what am i for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-8221652425200331330?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/8221652425200331330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=8221652425200331330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/8221652425200331330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/8221652425200331330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2008/11/jamboree-adaption.html' title='Jamboree Adaption'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-8795590893504570969</id><published>2008-11-18T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:23:33.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In loving memory Amira Hanum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SSNbxr9ggNI/AAAAAAAAABI/wGG952Q6SuQ/s1600-h/m_96008c4555c1a5d6b2159eacd6bc8629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SSNbxr9ggNI/AAAAAAAAABI/wGG952Q6SuQ/s320/m_96008c4555c1a5d6b2159eacd6bc8629.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270156898126037202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Al Fatihah utk Mirae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She died on 18 november 2008. when she still 19. she have a bad health a lot of disease. she died when she at the hospital around 9.45 p.m last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is a great friend, fun, open minded, and didn't care with other people life.&lt;br /&gt;she is one straight girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will be in our heart forever mira.&lt;br /&gt;we wont forget about you and your memory wont be erase from our.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-8795590893504570969?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/8795590893504570969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=8795590893504570969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/8795590893504570969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/8795590893504570969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-loving-memory-amira-hanum.html' title='In loving memory Amira Hanum'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SSNbxr9ggNI/AAAAAAAAABI/wGG952Q6SuQ/s72-c/m_96008c4555c1a5d6b2159eacd6bc8629.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-976604871942418056</id><published>2008-11-18T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T08:03:45.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously dowh... Read this</title><content type='html'>Guys Should Read Got this frm a book Current mood: accomplished Category: &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;amp;FriendID=45141078&amp;amp;BlogCategoryID=12"&gt;Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys should read this.&lt;br /&gt;i got this from a book..&lt;br /&gt;Good 4 ya Health..haha&lt;br /&gt;Title : Guys just sucks in a way..&lt;br /&gt;They dont care bout the relationship they dont care bout you n they blame you for that..owmygod!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wat hppn 2 all the guys that is so gentelman and so caring to a women hearts??&lt;br /&gt;Where are all of them..????&lt;br /&gt;y there's only jerk n syko leaft..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can list for all of you 100 thing y guys suck n a jerkbut i juz gonna put 5 so you wont be sitting here all nite reading bout how sucks guys is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. went they are in a r.ship they never    care bout the r.ship&lt;br /&gt;2. Yup, they might be sweet and adorable    but wait till your r.ship grows up 2 or    3 years..   then you can see how ungly inside of    them.&lt;br /&gt;3. They NEVER care went a women want 2 save    the r.ship that she build with him for    couple of years..   They just think that women are stupid,    annoying and a burden 2 him.&lt;br /&gt;4. They are a womenwiser or in malay ( KAKI    PEREMPUAN )&lt;br /&gt;5. If a man said they want 2 break up wit    you or have a tyme alone..   for 2 times.   be prepare cz that really means that    they are bored with you..   They just waiting 4 you TO be guilty n    call off the r.ship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Im not saying all guys out there is like  this.. but there is a guy like this in this  world..  FEW ADVICE FOR ALL THE GUYS OUT THERE :  If you really love that gurl or women dont  just show it with your words prove that you really care.. try TO take   time to understand women.. it dosent coz u a peny.. we women are not so hard to understand you  just need to pay more attention to the  little thing around you..&lt;br /&gt; BUT if you dont love her JUST SAY IT dont  waste your time and her time fighting And   callING each other name.. OR if your not sure wether you are ready  for a r.ship i suggest you just wait until  you are ready..  DONT GO AND HURT ANOTHER WOMEN'S HEART..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one i adapt it from sherina blog.&lt;br /&gt;girl i agree with u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-976604871942418056?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/976604871942418056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=976604871942418056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/976604871942418056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/976604871942418056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2008/11/seriously-dowh-read-this.html' title='Seriously dowh... Read this'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-7982695000795265495</id><published>2008-11-18T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:56:25.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For boy/girl</title><content type='html'>If u have a bf/gf act like u have one dont act like u dont have one. i f u act like u are single u are in the category of a bitchie people. It is fucking annoying.. why the hell u wanna chase other boy/girl when u already have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont u have enough?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u really spend time with two person at once?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat the hell you're thinking. That kind of way are stupid and actually not a good way to treat the your gf/bf like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face the fact that u can only have one girl/guy at the time. Don't chase other people because other people dont know how to take care of u. The person who love you and always there for you is the person who love you the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-7982695000795265495?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/7982695000795265495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=7982695000795265495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/7982695000795265495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/7982695000795265495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-boygirl.html' title='For boy/girl'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-7350111469309991056</id><published>2008-10-25T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T08:50:48.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open House</title><content type='html'>Yehaaa Today open house kat Nabila ehem nama glamour is "bella"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehem images will be upload soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-7350111469309991056?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/7350111469309991056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=7350111469309991056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/7350111469309991056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/7350111469309991056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2008/10/open-house.html' title='Open House'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-4598778614043475945</id><published>2008-10-25T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T04:32:57.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Van</title><content type='html'>Main Character: Jesse, Van&lt;br /&gt;Sub Character: Elle, Melissa, Ginnie, and Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where is he? His late you all know that.”&lt;br /&gt;“Aww come one Elle, give him a little more minute. He sms me and told me that he will be coming in a minute. He can’t find any parking lot.”&lt;br /&gt;“But Jesse, we have been waiting for like 1 hour here. Elle is right, he is late and I don’t think I want to wait for him a little bit more. My legs hurt because this heel is hurting me like my mother spank me at my ass.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse rolls her eyes while smiling and her smile on her face stop. Her eye caught on his boyfriend, Van. Walking toward Jesse, Melissa and Elle, there was a girl beside him. The girl has a very hot body shape. She wearing white mini skirt and white long sleeve top with white heel and a beret on her head. She looks at the three girls like “hey I’m super dumb blonde from college dumb ass”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse keeps a smile on her face but in her heart she cries loudly. Its hurt when you see your boyfriend with some other girls and much hotter and prettier than you. They all say “hai” toward Van and “That girl”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hai, sorry I’m late I cant find the parking lot and hey this is Jennifer, and Jennifer this is Jesse, Elle, Melissa, and Ginnie.”&lt;br /&gt;“Owh hai everyone, I’m Jennifer”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“hai…………………………..bitch, slut, cheap guy”&lt;br /&gt;They four utter the word slowly while making a really sarcastic face toward both of them.&lt;br /&gt;As they walk Elle, Mellisa, and Ginnie keep staring at Van and Jennifer, they can’t believe what they see. Van was Jesse boyfriend how he could do that toward Jesse. His having an affair with Jennifer and right now his walking with Jennifer side by side and not with Jesse. Then they three turn their eye towards Jesse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse smile at them but didn’t realize that her eye was flowing with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTINUE……………….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-4598778614043475945?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/4598778614043475945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=4598778614043475945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/4598778614043475945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/4598778614043475945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2008/10/dream-arent-real.html' title='Dear Van'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-8435475200191332178</id><published>2008-10-20T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T04:31:28.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special day</title><content type='html'>Its happen i think in 1st October 2005..&lt;br /&gt;That day i turned 16 years old... Sweet 16 for me yay!my friend and my boyfriend celebrate at sunway pyramid we cant go far because we are underage ,doesn’t have car, don’t know how to drive, doesn’t have much money to enjoy ourselves at other places, and we don’t know how to rife the train. So pathetic with our little but happy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after school, we all went back to our own house and started to get ready to go. We all meet at the field near our home and began to take the cab. We fetch few our friend before we go to sunway..At there we celebrate my birthday and watch movie. i cant remember clearly but at that time almost most of my girlfriend went to toilet i also follow them but i waited outside with my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i receive a miscall (I think it’s from my parent). i wanted to call my parent but the surrounding so noised so i went to the back door alone. Behind the door there was an elevator and the lights there keep on flickering like the horror movie when the ghost come they flick a lot.That place give me an eerie feeling but i don’t care i began to be brave and started to sms. Suddenly, the elevator door opened (that time my heart was beating very fast, i can’t even breathe) then there was a guy his wearing a big boot a chocolate color boot. i began to scream and tear came out from my eye, i never felt like this before i ran toward my boyfriend at the other side of the door and i began to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend began to ask me what happen. i cant speak, i keep on crying and they began to create they own fact. They think there was a guy rape me behind door. My boyfriend shouted at me with full of anger and people around us noticed that something has happen and one lady came towards us and told my boyfriend that i can report at the guard house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brings me to the other side of the toilet place.My friend try to calm me down and suddenly began to laugh and smile i told them i was just too scared and there was no one molest me or what... I was just scared and never felt so scared like that. My friends were like, want to kick me and we all laugh.That the best day of my life.. i cant imagine how embarrassing i was at that time and whenever i think about it again, i will laugh and smile how stupid i was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-8435475200191332178?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/8435475200191332178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=8435475200191332178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/8435475200191332178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/8435475200191332178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2008/10/special-day.html' title='Special day'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-7151099881637626799</id><published>2008-10-11T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T21:53:48.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently In My Playlist</title><content type='html'>- Just dance - Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;- Watever You Like - TI&lt;br /&gt;- In The Ayer - Florida&lt;br /&gt;- Elevator - Florida&lt;br /&gt;- Lucky - Jason Mraz ft. Colbie Caillat&lt;br /&gt;- How to Save A Life - The Fray&lt;br /&gt;- Who Knew - Pink&lt;br /&gt;- CrushCrushCrush - Paramore&lt;br /&gt;- So What? - Pink&lt;br /&gt;- We're Going All Night - Five&lt;br /&gt;- Kiss me - Cranberries&lt;br /&gt;- Viva La Vida - Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;- Kiss Me Goodbye (japanese version.English version suck)- Angela Aki&lt;br /&gt;- Dangerous - Akon ft. Kardinal Offishall&lt;br /&gt;- Miss you less,see you more - Faithless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-7151099881637626799?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/7151099881637626799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=7151099881637626799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/7151099881637626799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/7151099881637626799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2008/10/currently-in-my-playlist.html' title='Currently In My Playlist'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-5397273622603049744</id><published>2008-10-11T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T07:48:55.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatty Cover Girl OMG!</title><content type='html'>Today i went out with my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;i decided to go IKEA because it's has been so long since i ate meatballs(nyum nyum very nice~&lt;br /&gt;While we were eating, he told me to look at the corner table. i turn around and saw a fat girl a really big one wearing green color tights blouse have a sip of coke slowly like she was a superstar..&lt;br /&gt;I laugh loudly because why must we control the way our eat i meant too control like a fake lady like person....&lt;br /&gt;I kept on watching her holding the wine glass with her two hand, while her elbows on the table. and everytime she take a sip, her lips will pout and touched the end of the glass. She was talking with her mybe friend or father or brother i dunoe...but they all look very old..&lt;br /&gt;she will laugh loudly and didnt even think that people around her were staring at her bluntly..&lt;br /&gt;Damn i will laugh everytime i watched her laugh.. her head wont shake but her body will shaked like there was an earthquake hit MALAYSIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what a waste i didnt even have a chance to snap her picture because she already notice that we were looking and her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-5397273622603049744?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/5397273622603049744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=5397273622603049744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/5397273622603049744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/5397273622603049744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2008/10/fatty-cover-girl-omg.html' title='Fatty Cover Girl OMG!'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-7670824137986089195</id><published>2008-10-10T17:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T18:01:47.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysian Language</title><content type='html'>Malaysia is a country that have variety of food which make the tourist are very happy about the food here compare to the environment gehehe...&lt;br /&gt;beside food, malaysian also use alot of language...&lt;br /&gt;they really creative with their language.&lt;br /&gt;they did modified english abit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such as "let's go to eat" into "let's go to eat lah"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-7670824137986089195?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/7670824137986089195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=7670824137986089195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/7670824137986089195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/7670824137986089195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2008/10/malaysian-language.html' title='Malaysian Language'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-5271162919104954284</id><published>2008-10-08T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T02:57:41.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>Eeee.....&lt;br /&gt;Hari raya fall at 1st october which is my birthday..&lt;br /&gt;This is the worse birthday ever..&lt;br /&gt;I can't celebrate my birthday with anyone even my family..&lt;br /&gt;On 1st octber we went to penang to celebrated raya with my mother's siblings. It was the most boring there ever. I wake up at 7 and i went out to go raya till 12 a.m a.k.a (2nd october)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parent busy entertained and visited my cousin and aunty and uncle..&lt;br /&gt;my friend also busy..&lt;br /&gt;each house i went i sit quietly and i play at the porch..&lt;br /&gt;yea very boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say hai,eat,drink,sit quietly,eat,play outside, say goodbye, went back to the car, go other house, say hai,eat,drink,sit quietly,eat,play outside, say goodbye, went back to the car, go other house, say hai,eat,drink,sit quietly,eat,play outside, say goodbye, went back to the car, go other house, say hai,eat,drink,sit quietly,eat,play outside, say goodbye, went back to the car, go other house, say hai,eat,drink,sit quietly,eat,play outside, say goodbye, went back to the car, go other house, say hai,eat,drink,sit quietly,eat,play outside, say goodbye, went back to the car, go other house, say hai,eat,drink,sit quietly,eat,play outside, say goodbye, went back to the car, go other house, say hai,eat,drink,sit quietly,eat,play outside, say goodbye, went back to the car, go other house, say hai,eat,drink,sit quietly,eat,play outside, say goodbye, went back to the car, go other house,&lt;br /&gt;and so on till 12 a.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn im so tired at that time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-5271162919104954284?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/5271162919104954284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=5271162919104954284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/5271162919104954284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/5271162919104954284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2008/10/hari-raya.html' title='Hari Raya'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270317069588440583.post-2526938344329722727</id><published>2008-10-08T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T02:23:59.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purpose</title><content type='html'>This is gonna be my new blog..&lt;br /&gt;in this blog i will write down all the things that happen to me,my country,my life and even my dream...&lt;br /&gt;it wont be daily update..&lt;br /&gt;i will update it everytime there is an interesting things that really happen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270317069588440583-2526938344329722727?l=polkawhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/feeds/2526938344329722727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270317069588440583&amp;postID=2526938344329722727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/2526938344329722727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270317069588440583/posts/default/2526938344329722727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkawhite.blogspot.com/2008/10/purpose.html' title='Purpose'/><author><name>Retal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708129037079834830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1XGsNumT5E/SWoCStzsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/zipUkHG-6QU/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
