<?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-20639834</id><updated>2011-07-29T14:37:17.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my rendition</title><subtitle type='html'>if u love me, forgive me and never forget me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;and gets off the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A curious passenger asked the bus driver&lt;br /&gt;what the odd motions were all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver explained,&lt;br /&gt;"The woman is a deaf-mute.&lt;br /&gt;She asked me if a busride is five cents,&lt;br /&gt;and I told her it was ten cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, she asked if the bus was going uptown,&lt;br /&gt;and I told her it wasgoing downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she asked if the bus was going&lt;br /&gt;pass the milk-farm, and I told her it was&lt;br /&gt;going pass the ball-park."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passenger interjected,&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, but why did she grab her&lt;br /&gt;butt as she left the bus?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver continued, she replied&lt;br /&gt;"Oh shit, I'm on the wrong bus!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-116465633153240661?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' 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experience love, can u experience life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always serve too much hot-fudge sauce on hot-fudge sundaes. it makes people overjoyed and puts them in your debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all love is sweet, given or returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the sweetness of friendship, let there be laughter and sharing of pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for giving me continuous opportunities to get to know you better, for making space for me in your heart and for loving me unconditionally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-8540013046124217365?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/8540013046124217365/comments/default' 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/&gt;saturday nite explorer with svps peeps. love them all.&lt;br /&gt;shariffa, fahmy, isa, gf, azmil, shariffa's sis, bf, wana, me, azri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's great except for the last part.&lt;br /&gt;swerved car. uncle's car.&lt;br /&gt;n a logical plot that was put in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always expect the unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday morning cycle with bbfs peeps at ecp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this qoute somewhere in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the bend in a race &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;is not&lt;/span&gt; the end of the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worthwhile weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-5707850810395309542?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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me gvg too much is d problem than u not gvg enuf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder u care more about d future future than ryte now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much more pathetic can i be to let others think they have a better idea about how to run my life better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-301414883199819073?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/301414883199819073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=301414883199819073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/301414883199819073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/301414883199819073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-near-yet-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-2214614393373955436</id><published>2009-04-19T15:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T15:17:29.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my mvp valentine</title><content type='html'>my mvp valentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first ever non-malay series n my fav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try it n u'l love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duan chen feng...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-6227729433883721885</id><published>2009-04-09T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:22:22.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i fell off it. failed with some others. butt pain2 many2.heart pom pam pom pam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets try again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-6227729433883721885?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/6227729433883721885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Life &amp; death</title><content type='html'>Six punishments in this lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Three while dying&lt;br /&gt;Three in the grave &amp;amp; Three on the Day of Judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SIX PUNISHMENTS OF LIFE :&lt;br /&gt;1. Allah takes away blessings from his age (makes his life misfortunate)&lt;br /&gt;2. Allah does not accept his plea (Dua's)&lt;br /&gt;3. Allah erases the features of good people from his face.&lt;br /&gt;4. He will be detested by all creatures on earth.&lt;br /&gt;5. Allah does not reward him for his good deeds. (No thawab)&lt;br /&gt;6. He will not be included in the Dua's of good people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE THREE PUNISHMENTS WHILE DYING :&lt;br /&gt;1. He dies humiliated.&lt;br /&gt;2. He dies hungry.&lt;br /&gt;3. He dies thirsty. Even if he drinks the water of all seas he will still be thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE THREE PUNISHMENTS IN THE GRAVE :&lt;br /&gt;1. Allah tightens his grave until his chest ribs come over each other.&lt;br /&gt;2. Allah pours on him fire with embers.&lt;br /&gt;3. Allah sets on him a snake called 'the brave', 'the bold' which hits him from morning until afternoon for leaving Fajr prayer, from the afternoon until Asr for leaving Dhuhr prayer and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each strike he sinks 70 yards under the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE THREE PUNISHMENTS ON THE DAY OF JUDGMENT :&lt;br /&gt;1. Allah sends who would accompany him to hell pulling him on the face.&lt;br /&gt;2. Allah gives him an angry look that makes the flesh of his face fall down.&lt;br /&gt;3. Allah judges him strictly and orders him to be thrown in hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-4239493434142321423?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/4239493434142321423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=4239493434142321423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/4239493434142321423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/4239493434142321423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-death.html' title='Life &amp; death'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-2360140945677769221</id><published>2009-04-02T13:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:53:09.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>menghilangkan kepenatan</title><content type='html'>Apabila berbaring untuk tidur, bertasbihlah (Subhanallah) 33 kali, bertahmid (Alhamdulillah) 33 kali dan bertakbir (Allahuakbar) 33 kali.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-2360140945677769221?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-2085320022144989380</id><published>2009-03-29T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:09:04.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>needs</title><content type='html'>i need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sturdy pillar of support to lean on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the prince who turns into a frog... go watch... super nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...someone made me realize the feeling of caring for someone and the happiness of doing something for her..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...i just want to work hard for the person i care about..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...tell me how i can stop u from influencing my life..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...how can i stop my mind from thinking about u..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...i really hate u... because u dont give me a chance to forget u..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...i need u by my side..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...true love cant be given up..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-2085320022144989380?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/2085320022144989380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=2085320022144989380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/2085320022144989380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/2085320022144989380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-need.html' title='needs'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-5776800704493825208</id><published>2009-03-28T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T15:12:20.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as long as u dont give up, desperation will become hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-5776800704493825208?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/5776800704493825208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-2088538184888085016</id><published>2009-03-26T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:15:25.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wen there's no fuel, even if u have a wow car, u wont drive on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen there's no feel, even if u have love, u wont drive on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above time, sometimes u'll get lucky, sometimes u just have to pass it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love isnt d world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-2088538184888085016?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/2088538184888085016/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-3022737889480956774</id><published>2009-03-25T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:34:33.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>focus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOCUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"We do not have to know the victims to understand the anguish of a man who has lost a wife, a mother who lost her sons, a child who has been orphaned or a family still searching for missing members, hoping against hope that they are safe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We all have our own families, and we know what our families mean to us."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Prime Minister Lee Hsien Loong, 9 January 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-3022737889480956774?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/3022737889480956774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=3022737889480956774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/3022737889480956774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/3022737889480956774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2009/03/focus.html' title='focus'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-8449328111766515015</id><published>2009-03-25T18:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:51:09.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PISSED</title><content type='html'>LAURA FROM PIZZA HUT LUCKY PLAZA REALLY GET ON MY NERVES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM SIMPLY PISSED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-8449328111766515015?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-8021966200736996306</id><published>2009-03-22T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:38:40.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the perfect square</title><content type='html'>i might be perfect but not perfect for u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-8021966200736996306?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/8021966200736996306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=8021966200736996306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.jonker street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;!crazy signs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.THINGS &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; TO SAY TO UR BOYFREN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cant we just be frens?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm pregnant... Just kidding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My last boyfren was a little BIGGER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I betcha i can fart louder than u can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I tell my mum EVERYTHING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Y cant u be more sensitive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stop hanging out wif ur frens and spend more time wif me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Would u mind of i see other people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've already picked out names for our children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What's more important to u? ... ME or THE FOOTBALL?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;U must carry ur cell phone so i can call u... ALL THE TIME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-3135484266853790696?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/3135484266853790696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=3135484266853790696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/3135484266853790696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/3135484266853790696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2009/03/crazy-signs.html' title='Crazy signs'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-290439276126602589</id><published>2009-03-07T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:50:12.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>faith, hope and love</title><content type='html'>wen we put faith, hope n love together, we can raise a positive kid in a negative world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u love me, forgive me and never forget me.&lt;br /&gt;then, i'll have peace even w/o u around.&lt;br /&gt;coz u'll always be my first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-290439276126602589?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/290439276126602589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=290439276126602589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/290439276126602589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/290439276126602589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2009/03/faith-hope-and-love.html' title='faith, hope and love'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-4003784710959977851</id><published>2009-02-23T18:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T18:51:25.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cck park</title><content type='html'>yesterday, me, azri, asyik, ira. cck. talk. debate. counsel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n azri felt reli good having one another. n we felt damn guilty feeling tat way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-4003784710959977851?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/4003784710959977851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>pain</title><content type='html'>pain is wat forces us to grow. n let us learn a great deal about love. d significant meaning n d special feeling it leaves us deep within. i loike it lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i DO NOT like to admit tat i MIGHT be wrong n he COULD be ryte somewhere. or vice-versa, of course! perhaps tats wat make us so special together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-4148752864703225884?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/4148752864703225884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=4148752864703225884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/4148752864703225884'/><link 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azmil's n noris's burfday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azmil. wana. noris. syafa. norami. liyana. liyanna. liana. liana's hubby, asmat. zul. faizliana. ibnu. asri. me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, M.A.N.Y gfs meet-up. masyi. asyura. nadia. yana. + noi. + khalil. + azri. + hakim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;murderer. boggle. heart attack. snap. khalil accidentally slipped my polar bear snap card. n got me new set of uno cards. haha. k best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besok keje. argh. too short a weekend. govt should go for 4-day school. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sayang u, awak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-9000008753496855829?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/9000008753496855829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-7266978657975877775</id><published>2008-12-25T18:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T18:34:52.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>double dumb</title><content type='html'>danial and shasha got engaged today. finally. after 5 long years. good 4 them. alhamdulilah. insya'allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. love . love . love . love . love . love . love .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, saw him. i do still tremble. dnt ask y. we dnt make eye-contact. dnt talk. nothing. i dnt even have a good look at him. though i can feel his shadow giving me this evil hatrate stare. thank you. idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dono abt how others can do this but i cant. im fated not to have my exs as just friends. they either dnt acknowledge me, ignore me, or simply hate me. so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 besties broken engagement.&lt;br /&gt;a minute ago another bestie break-up disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broken engagement in order to be friends and not ready? wats up wif d lame reason? y get engaged in d first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit happens to great ladies wif double dumb guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me repeat n reinforce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good things u do, good things u will get.&lt;br /&gt;shit u give, double shit will fall upon u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so beware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though, alhamudulilah.&lt;br /&gt;i love u, awk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wateva later will be dealt wif later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-7266978657975877775?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/7266978657975877775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=7266978657975877775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/7266978657975877775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/7266978657975877775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2008/12/double-dumb.html' title='double dumb'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-7146948170994110028</id><published>2008-12-22T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T01:02:06.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peace</title><content type='html'>Make peace with your past, so it won't mess up the present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-7146948170994110028?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/7146948170994110028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=7146948170994110028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/7146948170994110028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/7146948170994110028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2008/12/peace.html' title='peace'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-3050134302775656207</id><published>2008-12-22T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T01:01:13.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mr Yes Man... u go boi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont wait for pain to believe in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont wait to have time to be able to serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont wait for anybody else's pain to ask for apologies...&lt;br /&gt;...neither separation to make it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont wait because u dono how long it will take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont wait for the fall to remember the advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont wait to have a lot to share a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont wait to be lonely to recognise the value of a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont wait for the best job to begin to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont wait for a smile to be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-3050134302775656207?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/3050134302775656207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=3050134302775656207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/3050134302775656207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/3050134302775656207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2008/12/mr-yes-man.html' title=''/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-3369050804888235149</id><published>2008-12-21T12:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T12:19:33.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a bike ride by d bro</title><content type='html'>bro's got a bike. n i've got a ride. n im loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 besties. both were engaged. n d onli reason y they were and not are is because they deserve better. n i wana be there. i love u gfs. onli if u noe how much i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but knowledge of islam says, wateva good thoughts need not be told. just share them generously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-3369050804888235149?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/3369050804888235149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=3369050804888235149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-95038655830765025?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/95038655830765025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=95038655830765025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/95038655830765025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/95038655830765025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2008/12/143.html' title='143'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-4524198361969046294</id><published>2008-12-03T18:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T18:46:49.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>walkie talkie</title><content type='html'>i had an amazing nyte wif anaz on Monday. after dinner at aiman coffeeshop (next to al mukminin), we decided to have a short walk before heading home. d short walk turned into a walkaton as we strolled down d road, all d wy til my blk. how far was tat?! n throughout d journey, we talked n walked n talked n walked. he talked more than me! haha. gr8 time we had. nice. walkie talkie walkie talkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis is wat happened in a long term r'ship. a hate love r'ship. hehe. swit kan. thx. haha.&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-918550987612450477</id><published>2008-11-30T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:38:27.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cocky</title><content type='html'>A farmer rears twenty-five young hens and one old cock. As he feels that the old cock could no longer handle his job efficiently, the farmer bought one young cock from the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old cock to Young cock :'Welcome to join me, we will work together towards productivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young cock : What you mean? As far as I know, you are old and should be retired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old cock : Young boy, there are twenty-five hens here, can't I help you with some?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young cock : No! Not even one, all of them will be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old cock : In this case, I shall challenge you to a competition and if I win you shall allow me to have one hen and if I lose you will have all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young cock : O.K. What kind of competition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old cock : 50 meter run. From here to that tree. But due to my age, I hope you allow me to start off the first 10 meters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young cock : No problem ! We will compete tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidently, the following morning, the Young cock allows the Old cock to start off and when the Old cock crosses the 10 meters mark the Young cock chases him with all his might. Soon enough, he was behind the Old cock back in a matter of seconds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Bang! ...... before he could overtake the old cock, he was shot dead by the farmer, who cursed, 'Hell ! This is the fifth GAY chicken I've bought this week !'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-918550987612450477?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/918550987612450477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=918550987612450477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/918550987612450477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/918550987612450477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2008/11/cocky.html' title='cocky'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-5480321014049092349</id><published>2008-11-30T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T12:02:01.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>d blindness of love</title><content type='html'>u noe awk, nothing else in my life matters as much as u do. 4 good or for bad, im affected by u easily. every word u said to me, every promise u made me smile for. n for d every single one tat u kept, thanks and well-appreciated. d broken ones, promised to be kept til later but later have not come yet, those r d worst ones. d greatest disappaointments. no matter how small, to me every single one is as significant coz u promise so n i look forward to n yet, u made me lose trust. thank u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i begin to believe, d blindness of love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-5480321014049092349?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/5480321014049092349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=5480321014049092349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/5480321014049092349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/5480321014049092349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2008/11/d-blindness-of-love.html' title='d blindness of love'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-1059575420159162488</id><published>2008-11-29T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T16:15:36.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too bad..</title><content type='html'>The 3 tragedies in a man's life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- life sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- job sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Wife does NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is dying of cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His son: 'Dad why you keep telling people you're dying of AIDS?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: 'So that when I die, no one will dare to suit  your mother.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John asks his grandpa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do you still have sex with Granny?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa says: 'Yes, but only Oral'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John says: 'what is oral?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa: 'I say F**k you, and she says:F**k you too'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-1059575420159162488?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/1059575420159162488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=1059575420159162488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; feel guilty about doing wrong. too self-centred. too egoistic. irresponsible. so selfish. not once. not twice. countless. willing to do &lt;strong&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/strong&gt; just to be self-satisfied. somehow no sense is worth up there in d lil brain of urs. even d heart is gone? im so disappointed in u bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we expect d least from u, n yet it's too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen r u for once gona put us before u first without tinking of ur ASS all d time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been years.. n im still expecting u to change bro. as long as u have a chance, seize it. before it's too late. then no one will be able to help u out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u'll never noe when time will be up for u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-1106898844423213255?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-1224439767907259297</id><published>2008-11-21T23:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:18:55.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rest days...</title><content type='html'>it has been a super tiring semester for me. n finally today is d last day. i can start enjoying my 'holiday' which includes helping out at lvcck. indeed, i need a break though im not sure whether it's a wise choice to 'rest' tis way. c how lor..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-1224439767907259297?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/1224439767907259297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-811731552077072934</id><published>2008-11-19T00:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:28:52.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me</title><content type='html'>insecurity kills d woman. how do i deal with this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-811731552077072934?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/811731552077072934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=811731552077072934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/811731552077072934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/811731552077072934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2008/11/me.html' title='me'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-8668853510761161024</id><published>2008-11-17T06:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:59:38.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>together</title><content type='html'>the more we get together&lt;br /&gt;together, together&lt;br /&gt;the more we get together&lt;br /&gt;the happier we'll be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where there's rain,&lt;br /&gt;there's the presence of rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep smiling, keep shining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no worries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-8668853510761161024?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/8668853510761161024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=8668853510761161024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/8668853510761161024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/8668853510761161024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2008/11/together.html' title='together'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-6514978337922746630</id><published>2008-11-16T14:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T14:46:30.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREAK!</title><content type='html'>wats RELI d BIG PROBLEM wif doing something 4 others just d way we want others to do the things 4 us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could have save us so many problems and misunderstanding. Dont use these flaws and overturn them into positive reinforcements. Learning point is taken into account only once. People dont make mistakes REPEATEDLY. at least, if they are sincere enuf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n thanking me for my understanding is good. but sometimes, u have to understand too tat im only human. though accompanied by a million sorries and thanks, i still need space to burst out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-6514978337922746630?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/6514978337922746630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=6514978337922746630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/6514978337922746630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/6514978337922746630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2008/11/freak.html' title='FREAK!'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-2637180892933592972</id><published>2008-10-30T17:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T17:45:15.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>u got wat u wanted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A wife bought an enormous birthday present for her husband. He opened it and looked rather confused.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What an i suppose to do with a rocket?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You wanted space,"she replied. "Now, get lost."&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/20639834-2637180892933592972?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/2637180892933592972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=2637180892933592972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/2637180892933592972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/2637180892933592972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2008/10/u-got-wat-u-wanted.html' title='u got wat u wanted.'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-6515696816853785369</id><published>2008-10-20T16:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T17:46:09.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deepoliday</title><content type='html'>tioman trip. 25-27 october 2008. yahoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-6515696816853785369?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/6515696816853785369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=6515696816853785369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/6515696816853785369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/6515696816853785369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2008/10/deepoliday.html' title='deepoliday'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-1905024486420701475</id><published>2008-10-16T00:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T00:16:42.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ive calmed down.</title><content type='html'>today, i feel much calmer. Alhamdulilah. boi has started msging me back. bro has managed to ease my confusion, show concern n share. n ive learnt several important points to take note n discover further down d road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i have to learn to love myself first. after doing smtg, though it may not work out d way i wan it to be, appreciate n thank myself for efforts put in. at least, i noe ive done my very best n will have no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i have to learn to let go disappointments. no blaming on myself for d tings tat turn out differently. again, at least i have tried to make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i noe tis one. dont tink too much. y tink empty just to feel sorry for urself? no no no.. nope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. rainbow after d rain. believe tat it will happen. onli d best is meant for u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. appreciate own n others' personal space. others need to breathe. n so do i. i must learn to respect myself better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learning points of d day. nlyn, please keep in mind. love n respect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-1905024486420701475?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/1905024486420701475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=1905024486420701475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/1905024486420701475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/1905024486420701475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-calmed-down.html' title='ive calmed down.'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-3874810355627958923</id><published>2008-10-14T19:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:30:24.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Life and Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;When you love, there's no such thing as loving a little, but loving all the way. Love may not ask you to give up your life, but it will require lots of sacrifices.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Definitely. But not many people see d point of sacrificing but expect so much out of love. Tgs dont work out tat way. U get as much as u give. God's fair, alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· Your first love is not always your truest love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Perhaps so, but it is definitely a special chapter in life. u will never forget d moment of happiness. N somehow, it becomes a benchmark for me in love. I noe it may not be fair but tats how i do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: It goes on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeap. Whether u wana accept d tgs along d road, it's either sooner or later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;When I saw how much pain love could bring I felt sorry for those in love, when I saw how much joy love could bring I envied those in love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;How nice to have tgs going our way at all times, but i guess d slopes of life r present as learning points n they are essential.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· Love can only be what you want it to be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;N if it's not how i want it to be, means it's not love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;Hate is the only love that has missed it's way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So, is there a chance of getting back on d right track? Or perhaps it's just not meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;For awhile I thought I would never love or hate anyone, but I have come to realize I have loved and hated the same person.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ya Allah. Help is needed. If tis is reli happening, wat does it mean? How did i ever get into tis state? Perhaps, from too much tinking. Or maybe, it's fate. Good or bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once you love, you cannot take it back, cannot undo it. What you felt may have changed, shifted slightly, yet still remains love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Love will always be love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;·&lt;strong&gt; You were my strength when I was weak, you were my voice when I couldn't speak, you were my eyes when I couldn't see; you saw the best there was in me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But all tis are in past tense! Why?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;N tats where d tinking box comes in. D importance of a working brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love may be magic, but remember, magic can also be an illusion.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So, love is an illusion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never love unless you can bear with all the faults of man.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I tried my very best but I cant bear with them! It's impossible clapping with a single hand, u noe. Wat do i do? Stay away from love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is like a tree in the four seasons of change. It can either bloom or blossom into a warm, loving relationship, or it can slowly turn, fade, and die, and grow unbearably bitter and cold.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tats why im thankful im in singapore. To avoid as many distractions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No man is worth a woman's tears; the only one who is, will never make her cry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;No man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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/20639834-3874810355627958923?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/3874810355627958923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=3874810355627958923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/3874810355627958923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/3874810355627958923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-and-love.html' title='Life and Love'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-1044579269907132614</id><published>2008-10-12T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:36:08.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>d silent war</title><content type='html'>i miss u more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank u for taking d chance to prove me wrong. to teach me a good lesson about how words arent d greatest solution to any arguement. to show me tat tings dont go my way all d time. n to make me appreciate imperfect love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there gona be another opportunity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d silent war continues. . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-1044579269907132614?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/1044579269907132614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=1044579269907132614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/1044579269907132614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/1044579269907132614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2008/10/d-silent-war.html' title='d silent war'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-5041803030071759941</id><published>2008-10-12T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:19:59.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so sick..</title><content type='html'>im so sick of love song, so tired of tears. so done wif wishing u r stil here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave me alone coz im reli sick of imperfect love. love wif more tears of sorrow than tears of joy. i dont want tis. i dont wan us tis way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-5041803030071759941?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/5041803030071759941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=5041803030071759941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/5041803030071759941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/5041803030071759941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-sick.html' title='so sick..'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-3289525055399538486</id><published>2008-10-12T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T01:28:23.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more perfect bf please</title><content type='html'>Selamat Hari Raya 2008. it has been an extremely long period of time since i last blog. n suddenly today, i just need to release my uncontrollable temper here. a medium i have always favoured. bcoz i am d boss, d authority here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life. love. sigh. countless happy moments. but now im in d confused state. why? why cant love just be perfect like how it's suppose to be? why r there so much confusion n sorrow but i just cant explain them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so insecure, too sensitive, an empty bottle. i tink too fast, too ahead, too much. no limit.  no one can beat me in tis tinking game. nobody catch me in d run n calm me down. n my temper's horrible. wen im mad, words tat come out shoot d shit out of idiots. n these idiots just have d power to do or say someting on d bull's eye. made it worse n got more shitty shots from me. sometimes i feel so sori for them. sometimes they just deserve them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idiots r so idiotic. they have a list of shitty personality n i cant tolerate them. ego-centric. selfish. ignorant. immature. fucking lazy. they have tis motto, 'Getiing d most by doing d least'. i strictly believe in meritocracy. so i have these kinda people. n once again, they are called idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i have a more perfect bf please? i dont care if u tink im asking for too much. im greedy. i just feel sori for myself so tats y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another ting. i have a bad habit. a greatly horrible one. n i wana kick it. i tink too much. especially about d past. i noe time dont come back for us n i noe tat wats in d past means it's over. totally over. just tat i need to be reminded consistently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah is d greatest. he will give us d best tat we deserve at d perfect moment. but sometimes i realise d tings i get may be great at a point of time but real no-no at another. n being someone who reads between d line all d time, i sometimes wonder which is reli for me n which r d list of tings arent meant for me for d future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson learnt. never misjudge a straight road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-3289525055399538486?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/3289525055399538486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=3289525055399538486' title='0 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azri zulfadli. i just loike tat feeling. n is always in love wif him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-1579683948958598995?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/1579683948958598995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=1579683948958598995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/1579683948958598995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/1579683948958598995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2007/03/lasting-love.html' title='lasting love'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-2311689321553144006</id><published>2007-03-15T12:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:49:42.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>d pisces and d libra.</title><content type='html'>March&lt;br /&gt;Attractive personality.sexy. Affectionate.Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented.Loves special things. Moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October&lt;br /&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to takes things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-2311689321553144006?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/2311689321553144006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=2311689321553144006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/2311689321553144006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/2311689321553144006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2007/03/d-pisces-and-d-libra.html' title='d pisces and d libra.'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-730880591348367927</id><published>2007-03-15T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:49:59.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;The Five Love Languages&lt;/h2&gt;My primary love language is probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quality Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a secondary love language being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acts of Service&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Complete set of results&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Quality Time: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;10&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Acts of Service: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;8&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Words of Affirmation: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Physical Touch: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Receiving Gifts: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Information&lt;/h2&gt;Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/" target="'_blank'"&gt;Take the quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-730880591348367927?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/730880591348367927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=730880591348367927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/730880591348367927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/730880591348367927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2007/03/love-language.html' title='Love Language'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-2993062607603123684</id><published>2007-03-14T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T12:16:39.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lasting. good.</title><content type='html'>browsing frenster. guess wat i came across? a group pic. he and his gf. lasting. alhamdulilah. hepi for him. saw his brother d other day. he's good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-2993062607603123684?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/2993062607603123684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=2993062607603123684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/2993062607603123684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/2993062607603123684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2007/03/lasting-good.html' title='lasting. good.'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-2882877680402533985</id><published>2007-03-14T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T00:08:36.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>arena</title><content type='html'>big major court. d arena. then ma called, talked and calmed me down. guess wat she said. she was reli on my side, even b4 listening to any part of d story. she said she knew her son too well. n if i wana leave him, i should coz she doesnt want me to suffer in my later days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she cried wif me. n when i asked y she cried, she replied, "Bcoz i love u. i reli want u to be my daughter in law coz i love u so much, but bcoz i love u, n i dont want u to suffer." omg. how swit can tat be. but at tat pt of time, i was just gona defend him, saying it's part n parcel of being in a r'ship. arguements n disagreements. tensions n bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wats d ending? im damn so tired. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-2882877680402533985?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/2882877680402533985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=2882877680402533985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/2882877680402533985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/2882877680402533985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2007/03/arena.html' title='arena'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-6784612608412728912</id><published>2007-03-10T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T23:26:13.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pig shit</title><content type='html'>there's a glimmer of light, even when ur world is in darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where's d truth n logic in tis saying? depending on hope tat is just merely hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-6784612608412728912?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-5883562849609897756</id><published>2007-03-10T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T23:22:10.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no.</title><content type='html'>i dont wana live on in tears. my heart is too tired awk. pls spare me. if u love me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-5883562849609897756?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/5883562849609897756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=5883562849609897756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/5883562849609897756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/5883562849609897756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2007/03/no.html' title='no.'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-4333231546278259811</id><published>2007-03-10T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T23:31:43.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>save me</title><content type='html'>i came to hate tis part of my life. fin skul, finding work. a decent paid job tat enable me to survive my current state of living. oh dear govt, pls do smtg abt childcare teachers' salary. we r human beings too, alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can he be d ryte one if u feel tat he doesnt understand most of u? or he understand but simply too tired to care n bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be my shadow if u tink its a pleasure being one. but for once, i HATE d damn shit idea. repeated disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u noe i love him so much n i noe how much he loves me. but so tings r too hurtful. but u do wat u got to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u swallow then. n swallow them. n swallow them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-4333231546278259811?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/4333231546278259811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=4333231546278259811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/4333231546278259811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/4333231546278259811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2007/03/save-me.html' title='save me'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-1399118514929267162</id><published>2007-02-08T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T23:44:37.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tats ya.</title><content type='html'>u never reli stop loving someone. u just learn to try to live without them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-1399118514929267162?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/1399118514929267162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=1399118514929267162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/1399118514929267162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/1399118514929267162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2007/02/tats-ya.html' title='tats ya.'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-116715256002561889</id><published>2006-12-27T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T01:05:17.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost once again</title><content type='html'>suddenly, once again, i feel lost. so lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost interest in skul. since aceh n since fee is dued n i bo $ to pay up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n also, somehow love is different once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe i love him. so much n much more. but somehow it's just different. he made it different.&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah. i deserve wat i get n how i feel ryte deep down there. for not being able to carry out wat u entrust me in. im so sorry. sorry for myself. but im just dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, i wouldnt let him go. til d moment i feel he's not meant for me, then i'll fly. for now, i feel he is. for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as fajar read when reading my palm, once upon a time, i had a true love. we made our path through n we had plans. but we decided to let each other go coz we noe we r not meant for each other. d true love i have now is d one tats fated for me. hopefully it's anaz. i wana spend d rest of my life wif him. coz i noe he'll take care of me n will love me always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n as for d missed love, u'll always b in me. u may forget me, but i will never forget u. someone who reads me well enuf to once upon a time love me. thanx. wherever u may b, take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u made me wat i m today. i appreciate tat. alhamdulilah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-116715256002561889?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/116715256002561889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=116715256002561889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/116715256002561889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/116715256002561889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2006/12/lost-once-again.html' title='lost once again'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-116713979774023304</id><published>2006-12-26T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T21:29:57.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitter batter better</title><content type='html'>things r getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i should always believe tat at d end of d rainy day is d existence of a rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god is always there for u. nawaitu. n insya'allah, HE will hear ur prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-116713979774023304?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/116713979774023304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=116713979774023304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/116713979774023304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/116713979774023304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2006/12/bitter-batter-better.html' title='bitter batter better'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-116646209947712397</id><published>2006-12-19T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T01:14:59.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost soul</title><content type='html'>i wish i could tell u how much i love u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stand strong coz i felt u in me. u r my pillar of strength.&lt;br /&gt;i cry coz i noe u will be there to wipe my tears.&lt;br /&gt;i dare swim in d open ocean coz i noe u will never let me drown.&lt;br /&gt;i stay true to u coz i noe there's no one else i wana be wif.&lt;br /&gt;u r d one for me. n i trust tat u r true to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, im lost for words.&lt;br /&gt;wat m i reli to u?&lt;br /&gt;m i d ryte one for u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love u so much but y is my heart suffering n breaking into pieces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive chosen u n ive not looked back. but y r u playing a trick on me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-116646209947712397?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/116646209947712397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=116646209947712397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/116646209947712397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/116646209947712397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2006/12/lost-soul.html' title='lost soul'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-116646080962166447</id><published>2006-12-19T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T00:53:29.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no hope</title><content type='html'>back here in spore. but dnt feel like coming back to my life though. d path of my love life is getting tougher n i dont tink im left wif much strength and courage to continue hoping. hope is just hope. dono wat i should do. like always, in everything, im a lost soul. n d person i hope could keep me together is doing exactly d ting to break me apart. cant take it animore. whr r u? my pillar of hope n strength has turned into d strong tsunami wave tt is keeping me barely alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll b a dead soul soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-116646080962166447?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/116646080962166447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=116646080962166447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/116646080962166447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/116646080962166447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2006/12/no-hope.html' title='no hope'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-116646046209307630</id><published>2006-12-19T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T00:47:42.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dari iskandar</title><content type='html'>im back here from aceh. iskandar wrote tis for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENyUM–MU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika itu tubuhku yang penuh keringat..&lt;br /&gt;Terluka dan terjepit dalam tindakan yang dianggap terlalu..&lt;br /&gt;Ingin menjadi seorang pahlawan…&lt;br /&gt;Yang mungkin suatu saat kesiangan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun begitu,&lt;br /&gt;keringatku…&lt;br /&gt;lukaku…&lt;br /&gt;dan perihku..&lt;br /&gt;telah terbalut oleh sebuah senyuman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhg.. sungguh sial…&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata dia sudah punya PACAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kini aku disini, Lagi&lt;br /&gt;Sendiri..&lt;br /&gt;Menanti senyuman itu kembali..&lt;br /&gt;Untuk&lt;br /&gt;Keringkan peluhku…&lt;br /&gt;Lukaku..&lt;br /&gt;Dan perihku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi semuanya mungkin hanya sebuah harapan&lt;br /&gt;Yang tak kan jadi kenyataan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena mungkin jalanku..&lt;br /&gt;Ataupun aku yang terlalu arogan..&lt;br /&gt;Karena tak berani katakan…&lt;br /&gt;Kalau senyum-MU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mampu&lt;br /&gt;Keringkan peluhku…&lt;br /&gt;Lukaku..&lt;br /&gt;Dan perihku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahh.. sudahlah..&lt;br /&gt;Namanya hidup.&lt;br /&gt;Tak perlu direncanakan…&lt;br /&gt;Karena selalu gagal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paling tidak puisi ini buat kamu tahu&lt;br /&gt;Dan mengerti..&lt;br /&gt;Senyummu sangat berarti…&lt;br /&gt;Bagi HIDUPKU..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat Liyana..&lt;br /&gt;Dari LOSER….di Meulaboh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-116646046209307630?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/116646046209307630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=116646046209307630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/116646046209307630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/116646046209307630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2006/12/dari-iskandar.html' title='dari iskandar'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-116511891055022400</id><published>2006-12-03T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T12:08:30.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kenangan terindah...</title><content type='html'>Aku yang lemah tanpamu&lt;br /&gt;Aku yang rentan karena&lt;br /&gt;Cinta yang tlah hilang darimu&lt;br /&gt;Yang mampu menyanjungku&lt;br /&gt;Selama mata terbuka&lt;br /&gt;Sampai jantung tak berdetak&lt;br /&gt;Selama itu pun&lt;br /&gt;Aku mampu tuk mengenangmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darimu...&lt;br /&gt;Kutemukan hidupku&lt;br /&gt;Bagiku...&lt;br /&gt;Kau lah cinta sejati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila yang tertulis untukku&lt;br /&gt;Adalah yang terbaik untukmu&lt;br /&gt;Kan kujadikan kau kenangan&lt;br /&gt;Yang terindah dalam hidupku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun takkan mudah bagiku&lt;br /&gt;Meninggalkan jejak hidupku&lt;br /&gt;Yang tlah terukir abadi&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai kenangan yang terindah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-116511891055022400?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/116511891055022400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=116511891055022400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/116511891055022400'/><link 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SISTER'. then kak fiza brought me to meet up with cikgu naha (zaima's teacher) and he thanked me n all. he said zaima had improved and bla bla bla... omg! i was so touched ar. n i dont tink i deserve such appreciation coz i just did wat i have done for the sake of humility n the nature of having fun n satisfaction. hehe. anw, they also interviewed me up. n then, i got some msgs at nite saying tat i appeared on tv berita 8pm. so paisey la... haha... my malay da lah berterabur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, me n ab won the 'big sis &amp; bro' award but too bad, he didnt attend yesterday's fuction as he had to attend a job training. boo hoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tat, i hang out wif ema n basithah(my newly made fren. she got the award for 'best big sister award too. but mine was for secondary mentee. hers was for primary mentee) we sat ard at northpoint mc n chatted away. fun. then we left n i met up wif anaz n we headed to vivo city to meet my family. i had a wonderful time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, im packing my stuff for my aceh trip. haiz... so boring.... zzzzz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-116511793776919871?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/116511793776919871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=116511793776919871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/116511793776919871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/116511793776919871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2006/12/mentors-tea-party.html' title='mentor&apos;s tea 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type='text'>others than me</title><content type='html'>i noe ive always been a gd fren to others. but sometimes, i feel tat people tend to overlook d values and beliefs about wat true friendship really means. is friendship just a drop by stations where u look for them when u have a problem or something crops up? hMm...i dono. i dont see it tat way but sometimes i feel lousy about being in such friendship. haha. ive always being so caring n concern about me. but all they do think is about themselves. but i guess n i noe not everyone's like tat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awn, friendship reminded me of my pri sch crush. ive got tis crush at tis guy for a couple of years. pri 2-4 i tink. haha. n then tat day we went out jalan raye together n we kinda keep in touch. tat nite he told me tat he kinda like me but too bad, coz im already attached. haha. kinda cute tinking abt him. luckily we were comfortable abt it n we talked a couple of times. haha. but now he selenge la. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nra makes me puke somehow. i dono y. d frenship seems disappearing. n guess wat. i dont really care n bother animore. she makes me tink tat way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has not yet ending. i noe i can still count on some true friends, ups n downs. i noe its not tat we dont care about d friendship. but we r just too bz. deep down, we still believe in tat true friendship we share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-116367384083823257?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/116367384083823257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=116367384083823257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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cant please ppl all d time. i need my needs. i need to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ystrday, i had a nitemare. a never-ending nitemare about d bermuda triangle love story. how funny d 3 of us were in d nitemare. n how funny how i was being twisted in d storyline. maybe it's a sign. maybe it's just testing n challenging my emotional status. how terrifying n adventurous. like d csi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skul ended early today n i had no other committments. i didnt wana go home. i went to meet up eliz. she brought her gal along, nandini. how cute n smart d little gal was. i went over to her house for a chit chat. after tat, i met up wif ab who kept me company for a while, knowing tat i didnt wana go hm tat early. he was a good companionship. i felt comfortable wif him n had treated him like an older brother. ive always wanted a brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-116334882573767762</id><published>2006-11-12T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:27:05.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chocolate sunday</title><content type='html'>went out early morning to meet up abdillah n nora. taking d same train to mdis for mentor's training. luckily, ab gave me a wake up kol. if not, i would definately be late. haha. talking about dearest khaliff on the way. wats new ryte. haha. anw, d course was boring. haha. klah, i guess i was very sleepy la. anw, made some new frens. SUFIAH. her face resembles farhanah sey. haha. btol. ish. haha. nice talking to her. and also hajar. haha. we gossiped about khaliff during d interactive discussion. gd opportunity wat. kate strength rapport n bond. hhahaha. then, actually i was supposed to follow thm jalan raye but i didnt coz not feeling well. in d late evening, they drop by my house. khaliff, saadah, aqilah, rafidah. yup. him. n it was hilarious la. he clicked wif my parents n bro n sis very well. haha.. mepek ar dier. mentioning bakal mertua. bluek...! haha then we headed to hajar's house. okie ar. i clicked wif d gals really well. they commented tat they were very surprised tat i was very friendly n easy-going. again, like others, they tot i was d sombong type. haha. yup. dont judge me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anaz called me up just now. didnt wana jumpe la coz tired. but then at wdlds, dier meet rab jap. ape sey... haish... dono wat to say abt how i feel... 7 hari tak jumpe, tapi orng lain dapat jumpe lepak2 ngan dier dulu... aku tau la rab blood aku... but still... alah... small hundred pieces...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-116334882573767762?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/116334882573767762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=116334882573767762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/116334882573767762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/116334882573767762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2006/11/chocolate-sunday.html' title='chocolate sunday'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-116326366038832046</id><published>2006-11-12T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T00:49:54.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>svps drift</title><content type='html'>tadi jalan raye ngan budak2 svps...best giler...naik cars...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-116326366038832046?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/116326366038832046/comments/default' title='Post 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then i can enjoy doing wat i wana do. mama seemed so focused when she's wif me. she even became more motivated than me myself. it was just tis morning tat she showed tat positive attitude to me but then, after meeting nin n yana, she got distracted. haha. expected. i shouldnt have been to hopeful. they will be they. not tat we have a problem wif each other. in fact, we glued really well and i guess tats y we survived through all these 3 years, doing last min projects together and 'individual' parts of d projects. so much for a mproper group discussion. im tired. of their attitude. i have my life too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-116313709514392159?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/116313709514392159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-116296399970444595</id><published>2006-11-08T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T14:15:57.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>firstly, i wana ban air-corn. it gives me such a bad headache.aching like anything. killing me. n cramping my braincells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in d skul library doing nothing. having break till 2.30pm. so bored. d rest went out to eat. i didnt go along coz i wasnt in d mood. missing anaz who's still in brunei, during his training. life has been moderately good so far. just had lunch wif ida just now. i love hanging out wif my galfrens, catching out old times. i've always believe truly in d importance of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;projects have been coming non stop. but since i have such a slack n unmotivated group members, i cant do much but to slack too. haha. i noe. merely reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bored. n im cranky. n when i m being cranky, i utter rubbish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-116296399970444595?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/116296399970444595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=116296399970444595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/116296399970444595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/116296399970444595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-116097916966694478</id><published>2006-10-16T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T14:12:49.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sat. unfortunately, i had to attend course at d zoo. such a drag. 9am to 5pm. i woke up late n had to hail a cab. but d day was orite. then, i met up wif azri n we headed paya lebar. yup. we shopped for our baju. brown. got it. but most of all, i never felt so hepi for quite some time unti then. i guess we reli closen up tat day. i love him so deep much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-116097916966694478?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-116071064760527963</id><published>2006-10-13T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T12:49:00.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hating u...</title><content type='html'>never in my 19 years of living have i ever hated anyone. until now. im starting to feel d gradual growth of hatrate towards my brother. n i hate d feeling of having to hate him. but he's just a loser. a miserable, terrible n gr8est loser i ever come across in my entire life frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n d other two r equally shallow-minded n selfish. purely spoilt-brats. n im tired of taking extra responsibility. esp if it's not working. they make me puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anaz. anaz. haish. quiet. but i believe we r as strong. circumstances may change how we act n react. but d feeling is still there n staying rooted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skul's starting on monday. n im kinda looking forward. not bcoz of anyone's presence. myb just bcoz im tired being at hm, watching d idiot not going to skul n screwing up his life. he's a major idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, today was my last day being a relief teacher at marsiling pcf b101 education ctr at wdlds. hehe. it has been a fulfilling experience. who would take up a job tat requires u to start at 8am n fin at 11am n then go hm? but i did. haha. it's kinda pathetic though, making ur way down to wdlds for just 3 hours. but like ibu mentioned, take it like an exercise. n im done wif it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna miss d kids super so much. n they're my first bunch of kindergarten kids. let me recall names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rui min n shu min. they're boy/gal twins. cool.&lt;br /&gt;andy n owen. another pair of twins. super cool ryte.&lt;br /&gt;hazirah n hazikah. another pair of twins. super duper cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe. haha. 7 days wif them. i cant really tell them apart though. but i have had extremely good gut feeling. so i survived. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who else? malays.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabrina. emilya. ayu. zulaikha. mazlaini. hanisah. adam. amirin. saif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d gals, especially, love to give me cards n letters. in 7 days, they made me an official karung guni lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n d rest.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel. qi en. hui shi. sharon. terence. wei qiang. kar zer. yi cheng. leon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irritating, blur, super lazy n sloppy - wilson. i noe. im not suppose to label kids but i cant help it. i talk to him n he stares into space. we read books in class n he dug his nose. n more things u dont wana noe. haha. but i guess he's harmless. he smiles a lot. d selenge kinda smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;communication breakdown - xing shan. china gal. so ya, i practised lots of hand signals n gestures throughout d days tat im wif her. haha. how fun. hor fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, being a reflective person, i've learnt something about myself n how to deal wif feelings. most of d time, i experienced d feeling of being disappointed by d people i love around me. anaz. my family. my frens. but i guess d feeling is a choice made by me. too high expectations n being too hopeful r d reasons n causes of me being disappointed n frustrated. so i guess i should give myself a break n lay back for 1 second in every minute. i cant rule d air. i just rule my air. my oxygen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-116071064760527963?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/116071064760527963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>oh dearest lappy</title><content type='html'>my lappy's down n i missed u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-116045578590980962?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/116045578590980962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=116045578590980962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/116045578590980962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/116045578590980962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-dearest-lappy.html' title='oh dearest lappy'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-115971682411143076</id><published>2006-10-01T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T23:33:44.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wat?</title><content type='html'>if u have a dream. wat would tat be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-115971682411143076?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/115971682411143076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>life has been so much harder since u left me for ns.&lt;br /&gt;times have been so bad.&lt;br /&gt;u made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;u made me go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at d end of d day,&lt;br /&gt;u'll still be d one i come back to.&lt;br /&gt;coz it's in u, i feel d strength.&lt;br /&gt;my pillar of hope.&lt;br /&gt;d one to wipe my tears away.&lt;br /&gt;i feel secure in ur arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i know u'll take care of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-115963322548730650?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/115963322548730650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=115963322548730650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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AGAIN. it's 4.30 in d wee hours on thursday n i couldnt even shut my eyes. they were so used to resting later morning till afternoon. let them be. n let me be like tis. had a stupid arguement wif him. omg. help me get out of tis always-argue-about-stupid-tingy-esp-when-u-r-tired tingy. im sick of it. n it hurts a lot. such a communication breakdown. im always lonely during these holiday terms. lonely but i was decent enuff. n we always blew up d little time we had for chats. it sucked big time. n i hate it. i hate all tis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel empty occasionally. im feeling it now. onli tis time i feel really empty deep deep down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-115938977134042719?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/115938977134042719/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-115930124527522754</id><published>2006-09-27T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T04:07:25.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleeping beauty, im not.</title><content type='html'>i cant sleep again. as always. yesterday was my last day wif netty. tutoring her was a whole lot of fun. we clicked and shared the same frequency level of ality n interaction n these had made it easier to tutor her. gona miss her. though im super very nervous for her, taking her psle in a weeks' time. insya'allah. she has worked very hard n i know she can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since puasa, i've been talking lesser wif az. he's always so tired. omg. i truly miss him. it made me feel so lifeless n weak everytime i think about him. n he's not a smart person to convince me tat. haha. but i understand d situation though. it has been 3 months. 3 MORE months till pop is nothing ryte. ryte guys? come on, support me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, had a nitemare abt fan last nite. or should i mention morning? i hope it's not true at all awk. everyone's in ur family is fine ryte? wanted to kol or msg like i always do when i felt a twist in my heart. but tis time i tink tat i should give it a rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-115930124527522754?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/115930124527522754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=115930124527522754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-115882039481392819</id><published>2006-09-21T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T14:33:14.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huh?</title><content type='html'>msn wif my ex-bestfren just now. u noe who. d one who argued wif azri n not so in good terms wif me. haha. ya, mr khaliff. anw, i changed my nick to a quote of love. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;if u love me, forgive me n never forget me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; he nugded me n said, "i forgive u." wat d heck. so being me, sarcarstic n adventurous, i said, "so u love me?" he said, "i cant." i asked y. he replied,"becoz someone else love u n i dont intend to share it." haha. wat did he mean by tat sia. mepek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-115861745147643095</id><published>2006-09-19T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T06:10:51.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gona catch my sleep. i neeed to.</title><content type='html'>wats wrong wif me, again? cant seemed to sleep these days. even till now, my eyes opened wide. but my body's aching like crazy. gona pray subuh, then sleep straight after tat n tis. gona work later evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, gotta tok to my darling. we seemed so far yet so near. sometime, i felt so alone tat i forgot abt him. but tat doesnt mean i dont love him. love him to d bits n pieces. he's so wonderful n ryte n enuff for me. awk, i promise i'll treasure u sayang. i wont disappoint u anymore. i'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so proud of u for passing n getting first for ur i-forgot-wat-test-it-was. but im so proud of u sayang. i sayang u n rindu u many many much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n awk, ape salah kite?&lt;br /&gt;till im ask to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; not disturb u. bcoz u r confused? huh? i super dont understand. but wateva it is, i respect u n gona leave u alone. not gona bother u anymore. but wait, when did i bother u? okie. wateva. doesnt matter though. gona just pretend u've disappeared. im okie wif it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-115861745147643095?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/115861745147643095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=115861745147643095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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him. n yesterday, my bro met hm. haha. life's coincidence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-115858465209995559?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/115858465209995559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=115858465209995559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/115858465209995559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/115858465209995559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2006/09/meetings.html' title='meetings'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-115835479359873206</id><published>2006-09-16T05:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T05:13:13.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tears baby</title><content type='html'>couldnt sleep. anaz took me from workplace. we sat n talked till 11, then he went off. upon reaching hm, i got changed n on my lappy. ya, i went straight to yahoo games till i got a big huge headache. n my fingers sore so crazily. i couldnt sleep. bongkar my bro's rm n kidnapped his mp3. n i just laid back, hearing all d jiwangs. omg. i cried n cried n cried. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awk, i knew i chose tt. but i intended to stay in ur life somehow. only even as a stranger. im sorie if i've caused u pain n hatrate. i didnt mean to confuse u though. mayb u hv a problem. i dono. y d fucking shit m i still thinking about u? i hate u so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and awk, kenape awk asyik nak sayang kite jer. u gave, give n will give me lotsa love. but i also want u to understand me. love n understand. awk, nape awk sayang kite sangat? im so confused n scared knowing tat u love me so damn much. i reli scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n kite. kenape kite nie emo sangat?! suke nah nangis. daydreaming nangis. tgk tv nangis. dengar lagu nangs. bingit ar!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-115835479359873206?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/115835479359873206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=115835479359873206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/115835479359873206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/115835479359873206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2006/09/tears-baby.html' title='tears baby'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-115829662212110880</id><published>2006-09-15T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T13:03:42.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yahoo games</title><content type='html'>wat i headache. had been playing downloaded yahoo games since tis wee morning. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azri called just now to tell me tat he passed gr8 for his napfa. good for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-115829662212110880?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/115829662212110880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>wif ma n nadt at civic</title><content type='html'>im sitting at wdlds civic centre wif ma n nadt. just lepakking around. haha. n im using ma's lappy to do tis entry. hehe. awhile ago, ma mentioned her conversation wif nadt.she said she predicted tat she would be left alone coz her chn would be old enough and too bz to spend time wif her. she would be onli. nadt mentioned tat would not happen if me n az would give ma a grandson/daughter to keep her company. i kept quiet, blushing lightly. haha. cheeky gal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-115823331348550728?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/115823331348550728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=115823331348550728' 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d max!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-115790632703861413?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/115790632703861413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=115790632703861413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/115790632703861413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/115790632703861413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2006/09/jenny-i-super-hate-u-to-d-max.html' title=''/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-115738675907671455</id><published>2006-09-05T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T00:29:12.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he blew me off into dreamland</title><content type='html'>yesterday, he made me disappointed. but today, he just made me fly high up in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear god, pls dont let ever let me wake up w/o my ana by my side. should such a day were to come, i beg u to pls take me into ur arms while im asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my love for u is one of the only thread tat binds me to this life. if it were to break, i reli pray tat my very fabric of life be burnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fan msged me just now. he were having his block leave. ya, we just msged. msg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-115738675907671455?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/115738675907671455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=115738675907671455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/115738675907671455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/115738675907671455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2006/09/he-blew-me-off-into-dreamland.html' title='he blew me off into dreamland'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-115668831869667856</id><published>2006-08-27T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T22:18:38.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>games</title><content type='html'>yahoo! games. here i come. im bored. n u r just wat i need. weehee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-115668831869667856?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/115668831869667856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=115668831869667856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/115668831869667856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/115668831869667856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2006/08/games.html' title='games'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-115661365090756410</id><published>2006-08-27T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T01:34:13.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jenny sucks</title><content type='html'>not gona say much except for: JENNY,u r super rude, old, ugly, and dont deserve my respect. so i tink tat, being a supervisor, u odd to go back to school and learn observational behaviour/human resourse management. OB_HRM (d module i just finished in skul). coz, seriously, u need some skills to upgrade tat ****ing attitude of urs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-115661365090756410?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/115661365090756410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=115661365090756410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/115661365090756410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/115661365090756410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2006/08/jenny-sucks.html' title='jenny sucks'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-115629227528258391</id><published>2006-08-23T08:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T08:22:14.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ns sucks</title><content type='html'>good morning darlink. i love u n i miss u. be over n done wif ns n come back to me asap. u noe im a adhd kid. i have super short attention span. im easily n overly distracted. im super duper moody. n im memang paling rimas w/o things to do. omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ns is taking away all my time wif u. n it's not fair. u've been paid n im not. hrm! haha.&lt;br /&gt;still searching for a part time day job. but even wif tuition n ticketing are super tired enuff. though short hours, both are very intensive, giving people their fullest attention. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good to noe tat she is still wif him. i mean, if she reali noes him well, she wont leave him right. who will? d guy wif d kind gentle soul. unless it's fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d measure of love is when u love w/o measure. in life, there r very rare chances tat u'll meet d person who u love n loves u back. so when u have it, never let it go. d chances might never come ur way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've let go of one true love. n it's not easy to get over.&lt;br /&gt;n d love i have now, will be mine only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-115629227528258391?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-115608767311681835</id><published>2006-08-20T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T23:50:14.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cable</title><content type='html'>yippeee. tadi saye jumpe sayang saye. kite gi sentosa naik cable car. he kept his promise. n tat made me super duper hepi. i noe tat he's super duper tired. just book out tis morning coz yesterday evening he went back to camp for some exercise. sampai bulu mata terbakar sey. kesian sayang aku. hehe. hero negare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku sayang dier. n i dont care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-115608767311681835?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-115600849203402280</id><published>2006-08-20T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T01:28:12.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>booking out...</title><content type='html'>today was fine. was working just now. lucky enough, d OLD jenny was on leave. or else i'll be so pissed off again to be working. d crowd at nite safari was super sardine. didnt usually work on sat but was asked to take over margeret's shift. so why not. anw, didnt meet azri today. did have a cliff yesterday nite n tis morning. was just not in d mood to tolerate people who wants to be selfish. so i decided to show d correpondent attitude. we made up in d evening. he apologised. it's not tat i wana make him feel bad but he needs to realise when he's being selfish. i love him n i know he knows it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up wif nadt tis afternoon. tak dapat abangnye, adeknye pon jadilah. being wif her made me realise and compare my teenage life wif d teens nowdays. im super backdated. and seriously, im super simple. even programs in my lappy, i didnt even noe exist, she used to mix songs and pictures. haha. k, im simple and selenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azri booking out tomoro. we'll probably meet up. nak step merajok lagi lah. best plak. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gona download super many yahoo games to fill my time. better ryte. rather than finding a replacement lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've lived for 19 years. at least, i've found two people that makes me discover love. n i tink i dont need another love in my life. d present love n d past love has made be more than contented to be living n appreciating every single moment of life. i thanked d greatest to have given me d opportunity to make me feel tis way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-115591467032167076</id><published>2006-08-18T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T23:24:30.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shut up</title><content type='html'>jenny! shut up &amp; shut up! seriously, she's super irritating and rude. she shouts, she never let people explain themselves, she dont respect others' opinion and private space. wateva it is, she made me super pissed off tnite and she deserved my slap most. PIAAANG! not gona let her ruin my weekend. gona have to see her old, haggered face tomoro though. shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awk, i dono why but somehow deep inside, im feeling very lonely. lonely and disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and awk, i wonder if u r okie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-115591467032167076?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/115591467032167076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=115591467032167076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/115591467032167076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/115591467032167076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2006/08/shut-up.html' title='shut up'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-115589339234304249</id><published>2006-08-18T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T17:29:52.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exam's over. my life's not.</title><content type='html'>exam's over. for good. one more semester and im done. and i want it to pass by me so fast. coz im lonely. let me have a fairytale dream. i wana graduate, get engaged, work, married wif d fated love one, have two boys and two gals. one of each which i have had a name for. qristina natasha and danial iskandar. anw, im lazy. can i get my husband to work all tat? but i can promise tat i will take good care of d house and d kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azri's booking out tnite. but i doubt tat we're gona meet later. im working sey. bluek. i miss him so missingly. last sat, we had our say. i was so pissed off wif him. becoz of movies? lame. super lame. but when he counter attack me regarding d reply msg i got from ana. oh boi. he cried. i noe. i should have deleted tat. he should not noe tat i still hold on to tat love of d past. it was just my passion and past time. nothing else to do but to wonder and ponder and daydream about d past. but we clarified. as usual. i guess when d hearts and logic talk, things will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wana say so much but wat? life's boring. read her blog. they gona break up? awk, hold on. u'll find ur fated love. i promise. Allah Maha Adil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-115589339234304249?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/115589339234304249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=115589339234304249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/115589339234304249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/115589339234304249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2006/08/exams-over-my-lifes-not.html' title='exam&apos;s over. my life&apos;s not.'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-115583135287846767</id><published>2006-08-17T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T00:45:44.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HARD CANDY. HARD TIME. HARD HAPPINESS.</title><content type='html'>finally, i managed to steal wireless. yipee...&lt;br /&gt;so much have happened. didnt manage to update. budget gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last wed, national day, fan msg me. surprise though. but it was a pleasant one. just tanye khabar then tats it. tat made me beamed somehow. last sat's fireworks was super nice. n super duper crowded sey. me, azri, masy, zul, tzul.&lt;br /&gt;on sunday, otw to work, i met an old fren. he took my number n he called me tat nite. everything was decent though. he was just someone i ever gotta noe n went out wif during my lower sec skul years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday-thursday was a straight gf day for me. wif ida. we went out to eat at fig &amp;amp; olive somewhere at bencoolen road there. it was nice, gr8 ambience, and most importantly, student rate. whahaha. gr8 time spent out. tues, we went out, wif gr8 intention to study for our ob-hrm exam for friday. but we end up watching HARD CANDY which was super disgusting. but it was kinda smooth wif a twist. then, we did hang out at mc cafe n study okie. at least, we studied! n just wana make a comment. d sandwiches are super salty sey. haiyo! at least, now i noe. wed n today, we hang out at my place. yeah! we bake shepherd's pie just now. knowledge, coutesy by miss liyana. wehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, we bongkar my stuff. pictures, letters from d past. we sang sad songs. recall d ups n downs. super cute. how i wish everyday was a friendship day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azri's been so bz wif ns. i felt super so alone. sometimes we didnt get to talk at all. sometimes, i dont feel like talking to him at all. still, i miss him super so much. only god noes how much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-115583135287846767?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/115583135287846767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=115583135287846767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/115583135287846767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/115583135287846767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2006/08/hard-candy-hard-time-hard-happiness.html' title='HARD CANDY. HARD TIME. HARD HAPPINESS.'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-115499577591884369</id><published>2006-08-08T07:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T16:12:22.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>d hepi days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;d jog i just had was gr8. it felt gr8 to be wif oneself n cooling down d soul.&lt;br /&gt;n here for once, im up from bed n fresh to start d day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d meet up wif my galfrens last thursday was good. not gr8 oz aisyah couldnt make it. but it was good enough. we had dinner at cck park. it was good food. n ya, big money. then we went to craz times again, taking pixs. it was fun lah. seriously, it's one of d rare occasion i let lose myself. not tat it was exciting or wat. just tat such rare chances of having a reunion had made my heart warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n yesterday, i managed to grab some nite moments having supper wif mas at our usual hangout place, sunshine. we did d routine, ate mutton steak and sat and chatted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, there's some part of yesterday which was ****ing pissed off. msging wif mentor khaliff. seriously, im so glad azri told him off coz he's merepek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;listen up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;u r IMMATURE, IRRITATING, DUMB, n A WASTE OF TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so ****off!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;shut ur BIG mouth up n GROW UP! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;call urself a fren? some fren u r.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;things have been going good around me.&lt;br /&gt;im happy wif azri.&lt;br /&gt;hannah's happy wif alfian.&lt;br /&gt;yani's happy wif alfitrat.&lt;br /&gt;aisyah's happy wif i-dono-wat's-his-name.&lt;br /&gt;ida's happy (i tink n hope so) getting to noe some people.&lt;br /&gt;mas's definately happy wif dearest rifaie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n awk, i hope u r happy wif ur current galfriend. u deserve every single happines there is in this world. n dear gal, whoever u r, i hope u could make fan happy coz he deserve it n i noe he loves u very much. never take advantage of his kindness n patience. treasure him as much as u can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i wanted to forget about u.&lt;br /&gt;but i forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20639834-115499577591884369?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/115499577591884369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=115499577591884369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/115499577591884369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/115499577591884369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2006/08/d-hepi-days.html' title='d hepi days'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20639834.post-115492598095295699</id><published>2006-08-07T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T23:42:09.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If I could have just one wish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I would wish to wake up everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to the sound of your breath on my neck,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the warmth of your lips on my cheek,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the touch of your fingers on my skin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and the feel of your heart beating with mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Knowing that I could never find that feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;with anyone other than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Our true identity is to love without fear and insecurity. Our higher potential finds us when we set our course in that direction. The power of love and compassion transforms insecurity.&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/20639834-115492598095295699?l=nlyn777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/feeds/115492598095295699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20639834&amp;postID=115492598095295699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/115492598095295699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20639834/posts/default/115492598095295699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlyn777.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-wish.html' title='i wish...'/><author><name>nlyn7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632811617280274331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck0kPLGbs8A/SPF8l44JBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO3tPohniZg/S220/DSC00316.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
