<?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-5461009667069399560</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:58:15.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"If you don't intend to catch me, pls don't make me fall for you ."</title><subtitle type='html'>Ku cuba melupakan segala yang ada
Tapi mengapa ku masih perlukan kasihmu
Menagih cinta
Dengarkanlah hati ini
Yang merayu kau kembali
Pasti akan tiada lagi cinta
Yang mengisi ruang hidupku
Rindu bayangmu membara
Semakin mengganggu menyiksa
Mengapakah ku rasakan begini
Ku menagih cintamu...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-7601149065216738544</id><published>2012-02-12T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T17:11:40.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Year. 11022012. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The title says it all. A year with him has past. This relationship by far has not been the easiest i should say. Many wonderful times, many heartaches too. haha. Oh well, guys will always be guys, and we girls will have to be patient. You can have the most perfect relationship, a guy that just gives off that perfect image when he's with you, but you'll never know if that is really THE him. Flaws makes a person greater, and it makes him greatest, when he's not afraid to show his flaws. I accept him for who he is although it hurts me at times, but that is exactly how human beings are. If you can't accept someone for who they are, than it's best you live your life in denial, cause no one's perfect. So what if people say that he don't deserve me, i know i deserve him, and well, we're truly, madly, deeply in love for god&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;sake&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;, so i don't care what people want to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Many more wonderful years with this adorable guy. I just love him that much, that i can't really say anything anymore. Let's just let the pictures do the talking. And briefly, we spent our year doing wonderful things at Sentosa. hehe. Jewel Cable Car, Luge &amp;amp; Skyride plus the breathtaking Songs Of The Seas show. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QWopKze0EX8/Tzd_HdmxtBI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qkZltM2ir8c/s1600/IMG_1249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QWopKze0EX8/Tzd_HdmxtBI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qkZltM2ir8c/s400/IMG_1249.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8LOouA-n6ek/Tzd_JXGKB-I/AAAAAAAAAQw/UJI58cS1TOM/s1600/IMG_1253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZXi9pTe5Xk/Tzd_iiuhUhI/AAAAAAAAASQ/0jTQgCcl8so/s1600/IMG_1319.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZXi9pTe5Xk/Tzd_iiuhUhI/AAAAAAAAASQ/0jTQgCcl8so/s400/IMG_1319.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S: Okay, he's too adorable that stupid photos of him makes me smile. haha. :p I hope you enjoyed today, cause i enjoyed it very much with you by my side. :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Anniversary Luqman Hakim. ^^&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ux7ggEHZRXI/TzeBrr354pI/AAAAAAAAASY/mRiY7cYa0nI/s1600/edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ux7ggEHZRXI/TzeBrr354pI/AAAAAAAAASY/mRiY7cYa0nI/s400/edit.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-7601149065216738544?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/7601149065216738544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2012/02/first-year-11022012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/7601149065216738544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/7601149065216738544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2012/02/first-year-11022012.html' title='First Year. 11022012. ♥'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QWopKze0EX8/Tzd_HdmxtBI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qkZltM2ir8c/s72-c/IMG_1249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-9075879012502029417</id><published>2012-01-28T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:04:53.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do people enter lives and leave as and when they wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm here again. Still here. My fingers are itching to update this place of mine. So, it's the weekends, and as usual, i seem to have no plans or life. Except a life as a student. If that is anywhere near interesting. Anyway, again, i'm drowning in projects, and it's only JANUARY. Mind that! Gosh, it feels like i've had school for a couple of months already. But however, school has been somewhat easy, except for the direct punch of assignments and projects on the very first day of school. I don't want to rant about school. I. Don't. Want.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm angry at myself for many things. Something's bothering me. And i really don't know why i should be bothered about it. Sometimes, life is just unfair. It puts you rotating in a wheel. A huge wheel or a small wheel. One that just never stops spinning with you just holding to a spot for your dear life. At times, it spins and brings you to the climax of it. Where you see all the wonderful walks of life, and just HAPPY. But at times, you're just down there, getting drenched in the dirty puddles, just waiting for someone to pick you up and say, 'Life is full of challenges, but you gotta be strong and climb back up there.' I'm gonna be Twenty this year. Yes. T.W.E.N.T.Y. The thought of it knocks me right in my brain. My fantasy of getting engaged at 21 seems to be just 2 years from now. I'm so minah kahwin-kahwin, and it's this aspect of life that you can never predict or foresee. And hence, it only stays as plans, with no&amp;nbsp;guarantee...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't know why but i can never stop myself from responding to him. I wished i had strength to be oblivious and push him as far as possible. But somehow, he is my greatest weakness. I get weak to my knees when something's about him just pops up, what more himself popping up again. I don't want him to be the reason again for my dilemma. He may be the man of my dreams. The one i see to propose me like in my fantasy dream of getting engaged at 21, but he just isn't the one that would make me forget someone like him. It's complicated but, i believe, if it wasn't for my boyfriend, the only guy who managed to snatched me out of my buried sorrow, i'd have lived in a lifeless doll's body till this day. Always in a daze.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm just afraid, one day...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't know why that incident keeps playing in my head. I don't want him to feel that his stay aren't worth it. And goes finding another one. Like as if i'm not his guaranteed girlfriend. Or maybe, i'm just thinking too much. Reasons and reasons. Always afraid, insecure.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But no doubts, i love him like crazy that i think i am nuts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-9075879012502029417?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/9075879012502029417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-do-people-enter-lives-and-leaves-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/9075879012502029417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/9075879012502029417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-do-people-enter-lives-and-leaves-as.html' title='Why do people enter lives and leave as and when they wish...'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-6129197632395624174</id><published>2012-01-16T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T22:09:00.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tried so hard to hold back tears. Long rides really makes things worst. Idon’t even know why I took 403 and sat for a whole loop journey home. I guess Ineeded the time alone to reflect. My phone lost its signal, and I’m left toread those last few texts without being able to reply and how those one line ofsuch a tone could make me feel so downturned. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I knew i said the wrong thing. And if i could,i would give everything to him. Yes, everything. In fact i gave my all. Butit's getting back to me, if it is worth it all these things i do for him. I'mafraid, one day, my existence seems to just be a need, not for love. I neverhoped to meet him today. In fact I try so hard to forget the negative imprint Ihave awhile back. I chose to accept and forget, but now, I feel this colddistance. A silent cold barrier created slowly. I didn’t mind when he had planstoday, cause my instinct told me we won’t meet anyway. But must he reply me insuch a tone that makes me blame myself for the abrupt change of behaviour. Thetone like as if I’m just another stranger just hurts me so bad. I never wantedto hurt him by my reluctance. It’s me wanting not to hurt this and that, but I gottatake the hurt in return. I guess it is fair for me, cause my only wish for himis to be happy. Even if it means I’m silently crying soothing my owninsecurities. Used to prioritise me, but it seems to fade. I don’t want to meethim if he doesn’t feel the need for me to be around him. I’m happy as long ashe is. I have to accept that at times, I’m just a stranger in this silentcoldness. If ever one day, it occurred that he’s struggling to return whatseems to fade to me, I’ll be willing to release him from the feeling of being obligedto love someone like me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or maybe it’s all just me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can’t even wait to go and change and freshen up, cause I just feelhorrible inside and I just need to pen it down somewhere. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TEOYCC4tkeU/TxQvBgNbEqI/AAAAAAAAAQg/LPqi63-IBDA/s1600/407513_10150491204204843_744079842_8930955_1155951307_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="325" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TEOYCC4tkeU/TxQvBgNbEqI/AAAAAAAAAQg/LPqi63-IBDA/s400/407513_10150491204204843_744079842_8930955_1155951307_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This got me thinking tho. Perhaps, it's just a girl's thing to overthink. *sigh*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-6129197632395624174?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/6129197632395624174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2012/01/everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/6129197632395624174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/6129197632395624174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2012/01/everything.html' title='Everything'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TEOYCC4tkeU/TxQvBgNbEqI/AAAAAAAAAQg/LPqi63-IBDA/s72-c/407513_10150491204204843_744079842_8930955_1155951307_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-5785217619418354460</id><published>2012-01-11T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T22:51:08.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiba</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought of blogging in malay, but my expressions seems so formal in malay. It'll be so sajak-ish that it doesn't sound from my heart. Honestly, I'm feeling at my worst for the moment. I don't know why I'm very affected with my brother's result. I'm really sad and hampa and sedih and pilu and hiba and just everything. :"( &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really wanted him to go polytechnic upon receiving his O Levels. I wish he made it. I honestly feel that i've let this family down. I really regret not helping my brother when he needed me to guide him. I was so busy with my own school that i didn't have time to tutor him. I thought he would be fine on his own. I really wished that one of my siblings will just do well in life, especially my 17 year old brother. He's the only hope for this family cause i know my second brother is not gifted in the academics area. He is special in his own way, and i'm just happy he is doing well in Northlight School. And now, seeing my little sister so laid back and heck care in her studies just makes me more worried. What if she ends up not getting a place in Secondary School too because of her weak maths? I want to teach, but i myself have limited time to tutor them. I hate the fact that i'm going to be a teacher and yet i can't even teach my own siblings and make them cleverer. I really fail as a sister. And as a daughter, i'm trying so hard to help this family. But it just never seems enough. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not myself these days and always caught up in a daze. Everything irritates me and makes me upset. The slightest joke made by boyfriend also can make this heart ache. Sometimes i just need someone to be nice to me and always so soft towards me. Someone who just shows that they care alot like i do. I've been teased alot. I've been mocked alot. I just want someone, anyone, to be nice to me, especially at times like this where i wish i could rewind time and undo many things that i failed to do. I'm just this fragile girl that needs so much more than just unintentional words that hurt minimally.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-5785217619418354460?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/5785217619418354460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2012/01/hiba.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/5785217619418354460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/5785217619418354460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2012/01/hiba.html' title='Hiba'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-4361597576506738665</id><published>2012-01-08T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T20:02:31.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whole New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's a quarter of January gone now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow will be the first day of school for me. (Okay i sound like a primary one kid with the 'first day of school' haha)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But so yea, it is going to be my first day&amp;nbsp;of my second semester tomorrow. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm pretty excited actually, although i'm getting all the jitters. Honestly, i don't know why i'm nervous. It's not like my first year in NIE. It's my 3rd freaking year already! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm enjoying every bit of my years in NIE, although it gets kinda stressful with many overlapping projects and assignments. haha. Maybe because i'm paid to study. One of the motivations. Heh. But, but, but, it is afterall my dream future. To teach those cute children. :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, the start of my new year was pretty awesome. I spent my New Year's Eve with my bestfriend at Siloso Beach, and if you guys are wondering, why the hell i was there, that's cause Ryna got a pair of free entry. So yea, my virgin experience in a countdown party. I seriously confess that i felt real bad going there at first, because people were just half-naked there. haha. And like all sorts of people were there. And i must say, how my first experience has already got me attracting few guys there. LOL! (Sorry boyfriend, i misbehaved a little, but it wasn't my intention. I was just loving the attention i got for the moment. I really thank god for my protective parents. Because if not, with my appearance, i'm for sure gonna get drown in the dark side...) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But nothing went further then usual. Happened there, and stayed there. Overall, it was an awesome night, i felt like a minah. HAHAHA. wtf. Okay moving on.... I AM STILL THE GIRL EVERYONE KNOWS. NAIVE, SIMPLE, POLITE and SWEET. (cheh!) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But honestly, partying is so not me. Having to wear skimpy clothes for attention is just temporary. You might attract people, loads of them, but eventually, what they see is what they want. And yes, in skimpy clothes, guys only want ONE thing. To get all over you. So i'm pretty sure, you wouldn't want a man who only craves to sleep with you and love you for your body. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enough said, i wanna start fresh. Do well in my second semester, cause i wasn't impressed with my first sem's result. :( Pretty disappointed. But no worries, i'm gonna focus more this year. No more fooling around and not studying properly. #newyearsresolution&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nonetheless, i wish, 2012 will be a good year for me. A smooth-sailing one, with family, love and career. ♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-axVD38kYlw4/TwmEowt6mrI/AAAAAAAAAQY/a5WkasZrBUs/s1600/IMG_1176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-axVD38kYlw4/TwmEowt6mrI/AAAAAAAAAQY/a5WkasZrBUs/s400/IMG_1176.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; yes, still with this irritating idiot. :p 34 days to our FIRST YEAR. I'm just happy to have gone through this much/long with him. He makes me cry and then makes me laugh. People always whispered we'll never stay through, but you know something, i'm proving them wrong, cause you're perfect for me. :) ♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-4361597576506738665?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/4361597576506738665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2012/01/whole-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/4361597576506738665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/4361597576506738665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2012/01/whole-new-year.html' title='A Whole New Year'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-axVD38kYlw4/TwmEowt6mrI/AAAAAAAAAQY/a5WkasZrBUs/s72-c/IMG_1176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-5185639291953498553</id><published>2011-12-25T04:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T04:47:14.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expressionless...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I guess this will be my last heart felt post of the year. It's Christmas, and yes, December is almost gone. I tried to be strong right now. I am trying, and will be even if tearing is my biggest mistake and weakness. 2011 has been a turning point in my entire life. I wish i could undo many things. Typing it down and reading it as a reader will never make you people feel what i feel now. I'm leaving it all to HIM. Damage has been done, mistakes have been made, but life still goes on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I really don't know what else to do to just be happy. Here i am, typing away, and then deleting it. I feel so helpless that all i can do is just swallow and accept that things happen for a reason. I feel like running away. Be quiet and not to respond to anyone. I'm feeling so horrible inside to know how he feels about us... I never expected things would be this way. But since it is for the best, i guess, i will painfully just go away for awhile. You'll never know how this sensitive girl is coping with words like that. Distance. It's all happening again. I can see it. He said that to me too, but eventually, the outcome has always been the same. No emoticons can show what the hell i'm feeling. Anger is out of the story. I don't feel that at all. I just feel brokened. Saddened by the whole fact that this would be a part of our story. When signs of getting bored shows. I don't know. And i shouldn't even talk about it, but why do i have to face this? It's near 5am, and how am i supposed to sleep. Sometimes, i just ask myself, do i deserve to be treated like this? I've always been the queen of my father's life when i was young, but now, i am nobody's queen. No one. :'(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It says alot, when a guy wants distance. And it's okay, it's just a sign that perhaps he's holding on to something he isn't sure of. Me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Reminds me of this, which i came across on twitter and kept it in my phone for soo long.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"She is a nice girl. Cares for you deeply. You know she will be loyal and devoted. Basically perfect for you. But somehow you don't feel as strong for the person like how she is to you. And you know, if you let go, it's not easy to find someone like that again. Are you in this situation?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why am i reading his text over and over again. I'm going down that road again..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Refrain from getting hurt? No one can run away from that when you love too much, it's a stupid mistake to entirely give a whole you to someone. That's one thing i wish to undo. Cause it hurts deep in me right now. I was numb before, but now, it's paining me that tears is just salt and water nothing more right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Told myself from the start, why did i go back on my own words and promises? ;'(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I ruined myself. I did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&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/5461009667069399560-5185639291953498553?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/5185639291953498553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2011/12/expressionless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/5185639291953498553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/5185639291953498553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2011/12/expressionless.html' title='Expressionless...'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-1728320549093369733</id><published>2011-12-25T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T02:07:11.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Haul.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This is like a long overdue post. Lol. Just last Monday, I went out with my close friend, Yanty to Bugis Street. We actually planned to go many places,but in the end, we ended up walking all over Bugis. It was damn tiring i should say. But i had fun buying many things. Pampering myself since it's THE bonus month. haha. So yea, this post will be about the things i bought. Pretty much photos will do the talking lah. I don't wanna ramble. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oF8DqgnRJ5o/TvYH7Lq9EdI/AAAAAAAAANQ/GYTtaeEuGUI/s1600/IMG_1006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oF8DqgnRJ5o/TvYH7Lq9EdI/AAAAAAAAANQ/GYTtaeEuGUI/s400/IMG_1006.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Yanty waiting for her food. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Oy15v4G_wI/TvYH8Zvzk_I/AAAAAAAAANY/ctcQFxTWPrs/s1600/IMG_1007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Oy15v4G_wI/TvYH8Zvzk_I/AAAAAAAAANY/ctcQFxTWPrs/s320/IMG_1007.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;And yeap, we had late lunch like at Pastamania. Couldn't make up our minds where to eat, so wejust settled for this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FEc7TNVQzxc/TvYH-McbBhI/AAAAAAAAANg/xrIm2COOXPU/s1600/IMG_1008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FEc7TNVQzxc/TvYH-McbBhI/AAAAAAAAANg/xrIm2COOXPU/s400/IMG_1008.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;My Penne Seafood pasta with Cream Sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-02zKdVhg3Lg/TvYH_Vt_hYI/AAAAAAAAANo/2HYJEJKcdoY/s1600/IMG_1009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-02zKdVhg3Lg/TvYH_Vt_hYI/AAAAAAAAANo/2HYJEJKcdoY/s400/IMG_1009.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Yanty's Bolognese Spaghetti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zhC8YZCDPr0/TvYIAsHKiCI/AAAAAAAAANw/D7zOpfiaV-M/s1600/IMG_1010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zhC8YZCDPr0/TvYIAsHKiCI/AAAAAAAAANw/D7zOpfiaV-M/s400/IMG_1010.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;I bought this panty-hose which i intend to buy for the GESL party i have, and i couldn't just buy 1, &amp;nbsp;cause it was 5 for $5.90. So yea, just grabbed few other colours. I seriously don't know when i'll wear the rest. bleargh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jC-0e5JbK0c/TvYICE6N11I/AAAAAAAAAN4/1M5ucIsTM6Q/s1600/IMG_1011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jC-0e5JbK0c/TvYICE6N11I/AAAAAAAAAN4/1M5ucIsTM6Q/s400/IMG_1011.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Okay, this was my very first buy. I really love lace and into this kinda tops. And as usual, i picked white, cause it's my fave colour! However, this top somewhat makes me look fat!HAHA. but nvm, good buy lah, 15 bucks, but i got it for 14..okaylah tu. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LgBl_2noSr4/TvYIDM46KiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/AayldSnct9w/s1600/IMG_1012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LgBl_2noSr4/TvYIDM46KiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/AayldSnct9w/s400/IMG_1012.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;This is my most FAVOURITE dress! Worth my $23. I just wore this just now. (went out with bff on Christmas Eve for full body massage at Bonafides and shopping at H&amp;amp;M plus town.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QhRJA18HeeY/TvYK5QmfiKI/AAAAAAAAAP8/to9yZGXRG7w/s1600/IMG_1047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QhRJA18HeeY/TvYK5QmfiKI/AAAAAAAAAP8/to9yZGXRG7w/s320/IMG_1047.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;This is it on me! I love how the dress is slanted to the right and just so flowy! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YBI6sHSdpjo/TvYIElaQqaI/AAAAAAAAAOI/xkXTqd3BgVs/s1600/IMG_1013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YBI6sHSdpjo/TvYIElaQqaI/AAAAAAAAAOI/xkXTqd3BgVs/s400/IMG_1013.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;This is a babydoll top. It's lacy and this is just perfect for the party, since it's themed 'Childhood Memories'. And yes, i'm dressing up as a Barbie Doll. HAHAHA. The imperfect barbie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJKpt-IfLqc/TvYIGAXdIbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TQkx_da6JFs/s1600/IMG_1014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJKpt-IfLqc/TvYIGAXdIbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TQkx_da6JFs/s400/IMG_1014.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;This was another good buy! For only $20 only. It's a high-waist jeans. Been wanting one cause it looks sooo cool when you wear a tucked in simple shirt. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SXhIx3JWdxg/TvYIMZ1ubaI/AAAAAAAAAO4/UH10I3yEFgA/s1600/IMG_1019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SXhIx3JWdxg/TvYIMZ1ubaI/AAAAAAAAAO4/UH10I3yEFgA/s400/IMG_1019.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;I bought 2 earrings from this Korean shop at level 2 (if i'm not wrong) for quite an expensive price lah. This simple but sweet stud is like $9.90. But i think it's worth lah, cause korean accessories are very pretty, bling-bling and won't tarnish. I'm saying so, cause i always buy Korean accessories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HxNWBOMWNMc/TvYIRGpqIXI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Ef4fxF0HhIY/s1600/IMG_1024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HxNWBOMWNMc/TvYIRGpqIXI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Ef4fxF0HhIY/s400/IMG_1024.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;THIS IS MY MOST FAVOURITE EARRING for the moment! hehe. I've been looking for a pretty feathered earrings for soo long. Usually the ones i came across ones are those typical peacock feathers kind it's very simple. This one was picked by Yanty. She knows i'm looking for something real pretty like this, so yea, she kept a lookout for it too. Thanks to her! hehe. This was much expensive cause there were diamonds and stuffs. $19.90, but i couldn't resist getting it, so i bought both. :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_jiEgiHo6RU/TvYOSnR8zlI/AAAAAAAAAQI/7XtoT86Etnc/s1600/IMG_1092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_jiEgiHo6RU/TvYOSnR8zlI/AAAAAAAAAQI/7XtoT86Etnc/s400/IMG_1092.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Can't really see uh, cause of my hair! -.- But this is the best photo that shows the earring. It looks like i have 3 studs when i put it on, padahal, it's only one lah. I wish i could have multiple ear piercing. #rebel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j4yGg32uB8k/TvYISb0ERMI/AAAAAAAAAPg/4BwQKwVKtxM/s1600/IMG_1025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j4yGg32uB8k/TvYISb0ERMI/AAAAAAAAAPg/4BwQKwVKtxM/s400/IMG_1025.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;This was the cutest buy i had for the day. haha. It's a kit for mask. The bowl so cute yknow!!! It's PINK and it's not plastic, can bend one!!! It's rubber-latex material like that. I bought this at Aries. Yanty bought the same one too! :)) Must be wondering why i bought a mask kit when i don't use mask that often. That's because, i bought a NEW ALOE VERA MASK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RujT-sRI7UM/TvYITVGf24I/AAAAAAAAAPo/m0ybNHqc7xU/s1600/IMG_1026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RujT-sRI7UM/TvYITVGf24I/AAAAAAAAAPo/m0ybNHqc7xU/s400/IMG_1026.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;I bought this Organic Mask at Venus. Cause my skin sooo dry and dehydrated lah! -.- And the results were great!!! After 1st application only, i could feel how smooth, soft and supple my skin was. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DAxOfYXgo4g/TvYIUnbM9lI/AAAAAAAAAPw/CjBjC-wEgwA/s1600/IMG_1028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DAxOfYXgo4g/TvYIUnbM9lI/AAAAAAAAAPw/CjBjC-wEgwA/s400/IMG_1028.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Last but not least, my favourite buy of the day too! Ehem,ehem. haha. I really love Younghearts. It's the best lingerie shop ever! :DD Spent $44 bucks total. haha. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;So yea, that's about it. I wanna blog about today's outing but no pictures of the things i got today. haha. All with RynaQue, www.rynaque.com . Visit her blog! You'll know why when you see her blog. Young advertiser in the making. :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;But anyways, just briefly, i enjoyed today's date with bff. We pampered ourselves with a full body massage at Bonafides! Then went shopping at H&amp;amp;M and i got myself a Grey Skater Dress and a back-buttoned cropped top that says, 'Love Is Hard', all over the top! HAHAAH. Mad love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Okay that's about it. My hands like sotong blogging, chatting, fb-ing. haha. okay bye. xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-1728320549093369733?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/1728320549093369733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2011/12/shopping-haul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/1728320549093369733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/1728320549093369733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2011/12/shopping-haul.html' title='Shopping Haul.'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oF8DqgnRJ5o/TvYH7Lq9EdI/AAAAAAAAANQ/GYTtaeEuGUI/s72-c/IMG_1006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-2810656805927388004</id><published>2011-12-21T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T02:29:50.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hLaOtVeE you .</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Been some time since i update this blog. That's because i'm more in love with mini bites rantings. Yes, twitter. If you guys wanna stalk me, yeap, i'm more active there.&amp;nbsp;It's public. Love, hate, idc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So anyway, it's in the wee hours now, and i should be sleeping. Boyfriend's asleep already. Had a fight with him just now. *sigh* But i guess, i shall write something here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(I know i'm supposed to post my Shopping Haul post like yesterday, but i'm still lazy..No feel.Only got feel for THIS post.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Seriously, i can never say it was a fight even. Cause in the end he eventually made me laugh and bought me McDonalds. Yes, it sounds crazy. I feel crazy you know to cry like one stupid girl who lost her precious gem and then laughing again like a little girl who got her chocolate ice cream. He really drives me crazy. I really, honestly, HATED him just now. Like he was a jerk lah. Haish, but he just know the right moves to make me smile again. i know i looked horrible just now after crying so bad. I can still feel the strain in my eyes now after sobbing so hard. But he still said i looked just fine. :")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shall not elaborate about what happened, but basically, i was just freaking upset that he somewhat did not appreciate or want to spend time with me. So that's about it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Damn, i hate that i love him so much at times. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Even though at times, he really hurts me with his stupid jokes or his idiotic teasing and being all irritating, i know that deep down it's those heart felt pain that will make me miss him if ever he's gonna leave me. Because there's never a single soul that could tease me till i cry&amp;nbsp;and then make me laugh all over again with the lame but cute 'pujuk-ings'.&amp;nbsp;I sometimes hate the fact that i'm fucking sensitive. But i can't help it. I'm just this girl that gets overwhelming eruptions of emotions when words are quite sharp or just rude or just anything that might cut me. See, even my words are just so poetic and full of emotions. I write when feelings are there. I can never write when the mood or feeling is not right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;He's my expressionless idiot boyfriend&amp;nbsp;who always makes me yearn to understand his way of loving me. It's different, hurtful, angryful, happyful, crazyful, stupid fool. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I just wish he would be hopeless romantic like me, but i guess not everyone's like me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My twitter seems to be full of my hurt remarks. I was bloody hurt just now. But everything's fine now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Still loving that boy. Irritating like hell but that's what that makes me know he loves me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I have my limits too and yes, if loving him too much becomes my weakness and his strength to take things for granted, then i guess it will be actions and not talk only. I hated the 'NATO' he mentioned. It may seems i always say things that contradict my actions, but that's just because i can't bear to hurt him, although i'm the one getting all screwed up at the end of the day. But if i can't hold it any longer, it's sad to say that i might do the things i say. Taking each other for granted is a huge cause of problems, so best avoid IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Idk what else to write anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Shall end here then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Still love him like one mad girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;10 months and still counting with the irritz boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So till here, shall sleep now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Goodnight. xoxo. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-2810656805927388004?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/2810656805927388004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2011/12/hate-you-at-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/2810656805927388004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/2810656805927388004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2011/12/hate-you-at-times.html' title='hLaOtVeE you .'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-4373718623096102145</id><published>2011-11-21T00:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T01:33:26.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maafkanlah Aku Sayang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maafkanlah aku sayang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sering aku digoda sendu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kerna kau meninggalkan aku terus terabai&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maafkanlah aku sayang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jika kekadang ku pinta kasihmu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tiada niatku membina jurang pertengkaran&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meruntuhkan ketenangan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Membina kegusaran&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tiada niatku untuk berdiam bisu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hanya kekadang, ku kunci diri&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Agar tiada berlarutan kepincangan kita&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Selalu maksudku hanya ingin kau terus memujuk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dengarkan aku kerna aku berpijak pada kenyataan cinta kita&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jangan pernah ada cinta lain dalam hatimu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kerna tiada tersedik dalam naluri untuk bertukar haluan,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;berpaling darimu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maafkanlah aku sayang,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hJCn939gHos/Tsk3G8t6mHI/AAAAAAAAANE/dSmAtpkkniw/s1600/317770_2321092998793_1593602441_2352053_635256250_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hJCn939gHos/Tsk3G8t6mHI/AAAAAAAAANE/dSmAtpkkniw/s400/317770_2321092998793_1593602441_2352053_635256250_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;jika aku nian menyayangi mu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/bcr9mZ5Z6u8/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bcr9mZ5Z6u8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bcr9mZ5Z6u8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Kasihmu beraja di hati...Kasihku bertakhta di jiwa...Guruh di laman umpamanya gurindam, mengusap di hati yang rawan..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-4373718623096102145?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/4373718623096102145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2011/11/maafkanlah-aku-sayang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/4373718623096102145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/4373718623096102145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2011/11/maafkanlah-aku-sayang.html' title='Maafkanlah Aku Sayang'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hJCn939gHos/Tsk3G8t6mHI/AAAAAAAAANE/dSmAtpkkniw/s72-c/317770_2321092998793_1593602441_2352053_635256250_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-859896392087608012</id><published>2011-11-17T18:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T19:08:45.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust. #ThoseThreeWords It is overrated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trust? Seriously, so it's about trust to allow him meet another girlfriend of his, whose name he doesn't even want to tell me?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just wonder how many girls out there are like me, getting all agitated hearing that their boyfriend wish to meet their old friend, a girl, just the two of them? I don't really mind if it's in a group. Get my point? Even my closest guy friends stay away from me to avoid complications and he himself, the boyfriend, is inviting complications. And yes, i'm missing the attention when i was single, but this is commitment. I don't even know if i'm commiting for the someone who really deserves me. So be it. Say that i'm this selfish, ruthless girlfriend that does not wish her boyfriend to go out with any girl 'friend'. But 'that' girl, can't she rasionalise situations and think? I mean like if my guy friends are attached, and even if they are the one&amp;nbsp;initiating&amp;nbsp;a meet up (guys are just plain jerk at times), hell no am i gonna meet them, cause i know how it feels to be in the 'girlfriends' shoes. No matter how much your girl might say she's open-minded and understanding, trust me, in herself, she'll be swearing that slut who agreed on going out with her boyfriend. It's a natural thing, and you can never deny it. The first time it happened it blew my top too, now a second time?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And the fact that he wants to 'ask' me, puh-lease, having to make plans, there's decision taking place even before 'asking'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes, i just don't understand guys. They say they really don't mind if we wish to go out with another guy in the name of 'friends'. But honestly, what we wish is to have a gentleman who is afraid that that 'friend' might just snatch us away from you without you realising. So tell me about trust. It really doesn't exist for&amp;nbsp;god's sake. And in such situations, it happens for both genders. So an ex is also a friend right? An ex-lover is also a friend right? Oh yes, going out with them would be real fun, who knows things can 'rekindle' again, since the boyfriend doesn't mind and TRUST. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Main point is, you don't go around telling me you're going out with just a HER. Yes, 'a', singular, and expect me to be heart-less without any jealousy and trusting, cause trust just don't exist for me for such a context.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-859896392087608012?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/859896392087608012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2011/11/trust-thosethreewords-it-is-overrated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/859896392087608012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/859896392087608012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2011/11/trust-thosethreewords-it-is-overrated.html' title='Trust. #ThoseThreeWords It is overrated.'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-8331645671969722638</id><published>2011-11-13T00:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T13:59:11.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday The 13th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today was just awesome. :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After sooo long, at last i had a date with bff. We went to Peninsula to see Girlhairdo shop and surveyed the hair extensions. The service was just great. People were friendly, and most importantly, i got myself two pretty extensions. And it only cost me around 109 bucks approximately. The owner, Grace was just soo sweet to give me a discount off the second extension. hehe. #immahappygirl &amp;nbsp;Like seriously, how cheap can it get for such good quality extensions. Knowing that it is clip ons, you know you can have it anytime you feel like having a more volumised and longer hair. I wished i knew about this place earlier, so i wouldn't have spent like 150 bucks for those braid on extensions which does not even give me the look that i have for those clip ons, not even close! Plus it's suchha hassle lah those extensions, and at times, the hair quality can be like damn bad that it itches my scalp. Now i really don't have to worry about having this extensions on. So yea..and not forgetting, i went to that Fuji Instax Mini shop again, and as usual, Ryna was the one doing the talking to get discounts for my instax mini films. hehe. And guess what, i got 4 packs of 10 films for only 45 bucks! Cheap or what! And as usual, we camwhored! So yea, lets just let the pictures do the talking, plus a mini vlog to end this post. It's time for me to do mugging. *drinks coffee* But oh well, enjoyed my day. :DD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WARNING: Post will be full of self-photos too. :p&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lmutYcpS8QQ/Tr9N2XyCXjI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dxRVjO2tgRY/s1600/IMG_0896.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lmutYcpS8QQ/Tr9N2XyCXjI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dxRVjO2tgRY/s400/IMG_0896.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Burger King for dinner after shopping.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gWJE7EM6MSE/Tr9QJJz14SI/AAAAAAAAAMs/lEPYLrzfgyo/s1600/IMG_0919.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gWJE7EM6MSE/Tr9QJJz14SI/AAAAAAAAAMs/lEPYLrzfgyo/s400/IMG_0919.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We went to smuggle regular awesome fries form Best Fries Forever into Burger King. haha. Ryna got Gusto Garlic and i got myself the Curry Flavour. Portion was alot that these are the left overs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5k3YFJMxPMQ/Tr9N9fUnr3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/kqQThXg46vc/s1600/IMG_0912.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5k3YFJMxPMQ/Tr9N9fUnr3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/kqQThXg46vc/s400/IMG_0912.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As usual, we camwhored using my Instax Camera. (Y)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNqNi9AOkzA/Tr9P_L0zCTI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nQ_uanui1X4/s1600/IMG_0900.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNqNi9AOkzA/Tr9P_L0zCTI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nQ_uanui1X4/s400/IMG_0900.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KO_F67LlZJs/Tr9N-Y-hhTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ow9OIsvFTZY/s1600/IMG_0913.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KO_F67LlZJs/Tr9N-Y-hhTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ow9OIsvFTZY/s400/IMG_0913.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hahahaha. She so engrossed and focus.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EF7eo4OS-Q4/Tr9OKB0LjpI/AAAAAAAAAKk/pp54gjGAiK0/s1600/IMG_0938.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EF7eo4OS-Q4/Tr9OKB0LjpI/AAAAAAAAAKk/pp54gjGAiK0/s640/IMG_0938.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wm68rqfCZG8/Tr9OLJskXzI/AAAAAAAAAKs/SZRj6u5FjPA/s1600/IMG_0939.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wm68rqfCZG8/Tr9OLJskXzI/AAAAAAAAAKs/SZRj6u5FjPA/s640/IMG_0939.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeap, us. :))&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O4_LX0SxDqk/Tr9OO-9RuCI/AAAAAAAAALE/ZNScN2f2n2w/s1600/IMG_0943.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O4_LX0SxDqk/Tr9OO-9RuCI/AAAAAAAAALE/ZNScN2f2n2w/s640/IMG_0943.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And that pink mickey mouse lens is just awesome for front photo taking for the Instax!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tHyBc8V41Pc/Tr9OP_9A6cI/AAAAAAAAALM/WoGyZqLPYXQ/s1600/IMG_0944.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tHyBc8V41Pc/Tr9OP_9A6cI/AAAAAAAAALM/WoGyZqLPYXQ/s640/IMG_0944.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We're silly in Burger King. I bet people were staring. HAHAHA.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YiR5_ps_U9M/Tr9OSFqwvuI/AAAAAAAAALc/wavHV3Hlqv8/s1600/IMG_0946.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YiR5_ps_U9M/Tr9OSFqwvuI/AAAAAAAAALc/wavHV3Hlqv8/s640/IMG_0946.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeap. This silly. :p&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3k0IZqFFX40/Tr9OMY_mT0I/AAAAAAAAAK0/v2tb6UPNdR0/s1600/IMG_0940.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3k0IZqFFX40/Tr9OMY_mT0I/AAAAAAAAAK0/v2tb6UPNdR0/s640/IMG_0940.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hehe. Peace!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sgT3Krg7tUY/Tr9OQ6TNADI/AAAAAAAAALU/f80bjRCQI2M/s1600/IMG_0945.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sgT3Krg7tUY/Tr9OQ6TNADI/AAAAAAAAALU/f80bjRCQI2M/s640/IMG_0945.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b_f5RyuL1U8/Tr9ONfUhrcI/AAAAAAAAAK8/g8OpYXy7hIE/s1600/IMG_0942.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b_f5RyuL1U8/Tr9ONfUhrcI/AAAAAAAAAK8/g8OpYXy7hIE/s640/IMG_0942.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mHXpc6z4Kd0/Tr9OTAe9B8I/AAAAAAAAALk/ulvBnIcf7Oc/s1600/IMG_0947.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mHXpc6z4Kd0/Tr9OTAe9B8I/AAAAAAAAALk/ulvBnIcf7Oc/s640/IMG_0947.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm in love with the extensions lahhhhh. gosh. :DD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pyJ5dBk4Qlc/Tr9OUF92qqI/AAAAAAAAALs/M1Si7Tcm0hQ/s1600/IMG_0948.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pyJ5dBk4Qlc/Tr9OUF92qqI/AAAAAAAAALs/M1Si7Tcm0hQ/s640/IMG_0948.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PEjpJ9S3_Zg/Tr9OV9vePyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/SYKkxQgHEdQ/s1600/IMG_0950.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PEjpJ9S3_Zg/Tr9OV9vePyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/SYKkxQgHEdQ/s640/IMG_0950.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It was always me using her Digi Cam camwhoring, and now its her turn. hahaha.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s2U5LfHF1D4/Tr9OWl5lHyI/AAAAAAAAAL8/0F0ukv_ehM0/s1600/IMG_0951.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s2U5LfHF1D4/Tr9OWl5lHyI/AAAAAAAAAL8/0F0ukv_ehM0/s640/IMG_0951.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And one more....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ELJss2sXkDg/Tr9OXqK4BDI/AAAAAAAAAME/9c7kWIANFjY/s1600/IMG_0952.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ELJss2sXkDg/Tr9OXqK4BDI/AAAAAAAAAME/9c7kWIANFjY/s640/IMG_0952.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And another. :p Rest is gonna be mine. *shoots myself for being vain*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tZsQabb0gi8/Tr9N8URvRDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/61hroliGHao/s1600/IMG_0910.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tZsQabb0gi8/Tr9N8URvRDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/61hroliGHao/s640/IMG_0910.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Look how the extensions matched my blonde highlights! In love with the long luscious hair. :DD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HQzjg7OFbk/Tr9N5sd4nhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/nRxxcRvZKxI/s1600/IMG_0902.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HQzjg7OFbk/Tr9N5sd4nhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/nRxxcRvZKxI/s640/IMG_0902.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;See!! Long right! hahaha. My second one more longer than this. Like anime cartoon hair the other one. freaking long! &amp;nbsp;:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nnu58cZiuWQ/Tr9N65V8Z-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/qLbwnoYyRYk/s1600/IMG_0909.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nnu58cZiuWQ/Tr9N65V8Z-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/qLbwnoYyRYk/s640/IMG_0909.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And yeap, more of me. I just can't stop snapping pictures. :p&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wEgKclQ6O30/Tr9N_6DuspI/AAAAAAAAAJc/BQWt9CYuoUo/s1600/IMG_0915.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wEgKclQ6O30/Tr9N_6DuspI/AAAAAAAAAJc/BQWt9CYuoUo/s640/IMG_0915.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Kw7IOI-3Vc/Tr9OBYAJBMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/2Hnu79FBomU/s1600/IMG_0917.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Kw7IOI-3Vc/Tr9OBYAJBMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/2Hnu79FBomU/s640/IMG_0917.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N69J6xuY5Js/Tr9OCVWKavI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gFwdvi-wROA/s1600/IMG_0918.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N69J6xuY5Js/Tr9OCVWKavI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gFwdvi-wROA/s640/IMG_0918.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-RURXtrWeY/Tr9OEl-YL7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/jGEV1uIS4E4/s1600/IMG_0920.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-RURXtrWeY/Tr9OEl-YL7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/jGEV1uIS4E4/s640/IMG_0920.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nak step fierce, tapi tak menjadi. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWCN0N2yqQQ/Tr9Obo2as-I/AAAAAAAAAMU/sRNdg4o85vc/s1600/IMG_0965.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWCN0N2yqQQ/Tr9Obo2as-I/AAAAAAAAAMU/sRNdg4o85vc/s640/IMG_0965.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1_2KNxJgSc/Tr9OHzPNPII/AAAAAAAAAKU/L7dopY6F99I/s1600/IMG_0935.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1_2KNxJgSc/Tr9OHzPNPII/AAAAAAAAAKU/L7dopY6F99I/s640/IMG_0935.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wo0TTBGwK9A/Tr9OI7HyB_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/EcwWXDo4at4/s1600/IMG_0937.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wo0TTBGwK9A/Tr9OI7HyB_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/EcwWXDo4at4/s640/IMG_0937.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The curls! arghh, i wish my natural curls are curly like this! Mad chio lah. (Hair okay!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cSJ2eCTGVwU/Tr9OZRccfzI/AAAAAAAAAMM/H6o1zEvuHp4/s1600/IMG_0963.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cSJ2eCTGVwU/Tr9OZRccfzI/AAAAAAAAAMM/H6o1zEvuHp4/s640/IMG_0963.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Okay last already. I love this photo, and it's all because of the hair. :DD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/P0TV-ftZ-zo/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P0TV-ftZ-zo?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P0TV-ftZ-zo?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-8331645671969722638?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/8331645671969722638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2011/11/today-was-just-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/8331645671969722638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/8331645671969722638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2011/11/today-was-just-awesome.html' title='Saturday The 13th.'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lmutYcpS8QQ/Tr9N2XyCXjI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dxRVjO2tgRY/s72-c/IMG_0896.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-3824498623431661663</id><published>2011-11-12T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T00:41:42.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10.35pm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.35pm - He came to make it up to me. Guess what, i was bare faced and at my worst. It feels great that somehow i didn't feel ugly being with him. haha. Plus the mata bengkak and all. Tsk.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeap, my ignorance towards him made him realise how much this silly girl has endured all his nonsense at times. Okay, undeniable that he was sweet to just come over to meet me for an hour plus before 11.11.11 ends. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I guess everything's fine now, and HAPPY 9 MONTHS AND 40MINS! hehe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's for all. My weekend seems brighter now. Gosh, this boy drives me crazy at times. tsk. And for THE FIRST time, he gave me something which i thought was some love letter, but no. A photo of him and a simple note behind. :p&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S: No matter how much it hurts at times, it's strange that this very heart gives room for you again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-3824498623431661663?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/3824498623431661663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2011/11/1035pm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/3824498623431661663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/3824498623431661663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2011/11/1035pm.html' title='10.35pm'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-4141165991944952190</id><published>2011-11-11T21:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T21:56:48.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 9 Monthsary...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I wish i could write how awesome it was today. And how the person who mean the world to me just spent this day with me. But honestly, he has yet to understand me that much. I give my all for this relationship and it hurts me that he would feel that way. I'm not some girl who demands for things and materialistic. All i'm asking for is just spare me some love, care and concern. Just a tiny bit would make me happy. I'm so saddened by the fact that he just wouldn't want to spend time with me as he has nothing for me. So your love isn't something for me? IT'S MORE THAN ENOUGH, BUT YOU'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I don't know why but i'm just really sad. No one has ever said to me that they were lazy to meet me, that too, on this day. Fair enough. And as a girl, don't expect me to insist on going out. I mean like i have my pride too. I can't always be the one going after you. I've had it once and i'm sick and tired of going after someone like a mad lover. And things just have to go wrong today. It's just great. I'm gonna be in a prolonged sadness again. It's so hard for me to go out now and it's just so easy for him to say he's lazy to meet me. I just don't know what else to say. I just wish he knew how i feel now. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And now, i'm being stubborn not answering his calls and his texts messages. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But i can't bring myself to talk to him already. I feel like i'm crying more often than laughing with him. Why is this so? :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;*sigh*. Don't i have the right to be angry and sad when i'm treated this way... And so he said that there's still other days to meet..right, absolutely right. So till that other days come, till then i'm never gonna&amp;nbsp;initiate&amp;nbsp;any meetup. It's always me. I guess once and for all, i'm going to hold myself back. There's no point now giving my all, i'm just getting all messed up and hurt. And was i the one who said i was lazy to meet you? Wasn't it all part of teasing you..so again, it is my fault. Been patient with all my might. I'm just hoping my patience will never run dry, cause i really need it to be strong. In time to come, i hope i'll get used to all this so that i'll never get this throbbing ache in my heart. How true can it be that the one that you love most, causes you the most pain. I've got a taste of my own love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Yesterday will remain as yesterday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Today will be yesterday and today will never be tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-4141165991944952190?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/4141165991944952190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-9-monthsary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/4141165991944952190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/4141165991944952190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-9-monthsary.html' title='Happy 9 Monthsary...'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-479408631336191798</id><published>2011-11-09T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T18:57:40.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dislikes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I just don't like having to think about something so little. But it's just in me. I think too much till it changes my mood. And one more thing, no comments, no need post on my tag board kay? It's seriously not some advert blog. And don't post merepek stuffs can? Like leaving your name as HAMBURGER and KK. Like seriously?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I prefer this blog to be just like how berhabuk it is..with no one thinking it exists.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One bad thing about me..when i know some thing's amiss ed, i just wanna know. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Either something's wrong, or it's just me. Either way, i just wanna know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess that's the bad part that every guy has to deal with a girl. Cause we want to know everything. It's just us, naturally, and honestly girls, don't deny.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morever, i can see myself not exactly at the very strong point in life. People around me are just wrong. I can't say much, but what's happening is all wrong. I want the moments when i was 3 years old. Where all i see are smiles on those faces. Why is it so hard for guys to stick to one and love them forever, seriously?! I've hated men. I honestly have hated these species before and how every act of them towards me disgust me. And now, it's coming back to me. It's not like i'm going to hate on my boyfriend. I'm very much happy with him, but trusting him like a WHOLE 100%, it's hard for me. I just don't know why. Yes, i know that in love, there's got to have trust, but still, you will definitely have that 2.1111% of doubt right? I mean like, don't tell me all girls trust on the one they love like totally. If they do, then polygamy and whatnots will be happening like nobody's business. Why? Cause their wives trust them what. They have another wife&amp;nbsp;also, these wives won't know, cause why? THEY TRUST THEIR HUSBANDS. I really feel there must be mutual trust to a certain extent. And guys, i'm not only saying this just on a bias &lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;note&lt;/span&gt;. Obviously, once in a while, you gotta check on your girlfriend too. But whole point is, just don't trust anyone 100%...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-479408631336191798?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/479408631336191798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2011/11/dislikes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/479408631336191798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/479408631336191798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2011/11/dislikes.html' title='Dislikes...'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-6434590862440084390</id><published>2011-11-04T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T18:58:23.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hakuna Matata♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's officially holidays for me. Minus the exams of course.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feels good that i don't have to travel from one end to another. And what's more great is that, it's already November. And how time flies!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a week's time, it's going to be 11/11/2011.&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That marks my 9th month with Luqman Hakim. I've never wanted someone so bad, and i hope he's the last one entering my life and my heart, never leaving again like everyone else.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soo, there has been complications in this love. Again. IKR. *sigh*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm jinxed in relationships and love i guess. One who enters it with me, faces a problem or another. But oh well, it just seems to prove to me who is strong enough to face those obstacles with me, and he seems to be sticking through, unlike others. So i'm thankful and very much happy with what i have now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know i love you more. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School has been great, and again, i'm in this path of the changing of semester. I'm going to be in sem 2, year 3! Awesome or whuat!! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm wondering what i should be getting for him this time round for the special date. Although the thought of having both of our necklaces broken, freaks me out. Like you know, orang Melayu cakap it's like the 'petanda tak baik' kind of thing. But, hmm, let's just put it as an accident lah. Hakuna Matata! (means no worries) hehe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haha, you guys should seriously watch The Lion King. It was an awesome time with babylove.&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So till here. If i rajin tomorrow, i guess i'll go and get my last essay done at Coffee Bean Ehub or just somewhere outside home. Yes, i'm needing that fresh air. Holidays always makes me the 'burung dalam sangkar'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prince Charming, release me from the cage, will ya? :p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OWCioYwo1VE/TrLByal17ZI/AAAAAAAAAIc/GvSn_z__yq4/s1600/314606_2321083638559_1593602441_2352024_1065764336_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OWCioYwo1VE/TrLByal17ZI/AAAAAAAAAIc/GvSn_z__yq4/s400/314606_2321083638559_1593602441_2352024_1065764336_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luqyaz♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&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/5461009667069399560-6434590862440084390?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/6434590862440084390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-officially-holidays-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/6434590862440084390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/6434590862440084390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-officially-holidays-for-me.html' title='Hakuna Matata♥'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OWCioYwo1VE/TrLByal17ZI/AAAAAAAAAIc/GvSn_z__yq4/s72-c/314606_2321083638559_1593602441_2352024_1065764336_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-4997184545713924176</id><published>2011-10-30T01:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T18:58:43.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I keep going back here. :|&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm currently still struggling with my essay. By far this is the most taxing essay ever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't believe I'm still at it after one whole day cracking my brain. I'm exhausted and am really drained.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exams are coming and I'm at the very edge of just crumbling down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, mentally and physically, as well as emotionally. Shoots. I need my Happy Pills.:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Again, i'm alone tonight. Boyfriend slept already i guess since he didn't reply me after my last text at 11 plus. I miss him alot alot. *sigh*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This always happens. Night comes, i'm alone, and i feel sad. But oh well, i just gotta get used to these things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm lucky twitter is there for me, and now blogger.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yea, yea, i know, these are just virtuals to rant my stuffs, but i can't always expect people to be there for me every single time. Although i wish to have someone who would stay up with me just like how i always will for them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They have their lives too, and it does not only revolves around me, so yea, i pretty well understand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just miss my baby.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay that's all for tonight. The more i blog, the more guilt i have for stopping a minute or two updating this place. haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look, i've already produced a whole chunk of paragraph.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can do it! Let's go. G.O go! *late night lameness*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-4997184545713924176?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/4997184545713924176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2011/10/guilty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/4997184545713924176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/4997184545713924176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2011/10/guilty.html' title='Guilty'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-1575768853777145750</id><published>2011-10-29T04:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T19:02:51.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's nearly 4am and i just can't freaking sleep. Haven't even touch on my essay. oh my... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something's wrong with me, i know. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But i don't know exactly what.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something's bothering me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But i just can't seem to figure it out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It beats me sometimes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i know sighing is bad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight's a lonely night. It's the weekend, and i only have Sunday to go out and somehow be exposed to 'earth'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause later on, i'm going to be glued infront of microsoft words, typing away like a maniac. Haish. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's cold, and i feel lonely. I'm layan-ing youtube. First was Hindi songs, then parts of movies, and guess what, now i'm at jiwang songs, and 'Seperti Dulu' by Exists is on repeat mode. Wth?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend's out with friends, and it's suchha pity i can never join.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yarh, yarh, curfew and all, and it's kinda late...Dread strict life sometimes, but oh well, i'm happy with the freedom i have up till this date. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't wanna have another uber long post.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When i start typing, i speak nonsense cause i type instantaneously with my blabbering thoughts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess, i shall sleep after publishing this post. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend still not home. :( &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think i'm having the severe-missing-him-kinda-syndrome. Thats why.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay let's shut up and go to sleep. Gotta wake up early cause mama and ayah going over my cousin's nikah, and i'll have to do all those chore. Sianz. Essay somemore! arghhhh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ESSAYS, I DREAD YOU.&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sidetrack:&lt;/span&gt; Got a shock of my life! Haha. My phone just vibrated like shit cause it's my 4am alarm. WTH, i forgot to switch it off! I'm alone, hence for this stupid sidetrack. LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Kaykay, shall sleep now..Goodnight!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;P.S:&lt;/span&gt; I still can't believe i'm blogging again. -.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shall end with a pretty photo of myself in a hindi costume. ehem,ehem! hahah. Full of myself and perasan right? I KNOW. Thank you! hehehe. :p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy the song video i've posted too! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/&gt;&lt;/&gt;&lt;/&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s6QMECCjy90/TqsKuGZz0bI/AAAAAAAAAHc/u41kjPglZnY/s1600/namaste.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s6QMECCjy90/TqsKuGZz0bI/AAAAAAAAAHc/u41kjPglZnY/s400/namaste.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Namaste! xoxo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/k3eK8rccu6k/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k3eK8rccu6k&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k3eK8rccu6k&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-1575768853777145750?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/1575768853777145750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-nearly-4am-and-i-just-cant-freaking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/1575768853777145750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/1575768853777145750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-nearly-4am-and-i-just-cant-freaking.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s6QMECCjy90/TqsKuGZz0bI/AAAAAAAAAHc/u41kjPglZnY/s72-c/namaste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-6072793656305272836</id><published>2011-10-26T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T18:59:23.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Half of my day gone. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drained. I have so much to do, yet i keep staring at my laptop not knowing what to do. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm losing my grip to do work and it sucks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm suppose to go out on a movie with mama, but i just can't cause so many things to do, with so little time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i'm blogging. What shit is this?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The guilt of wanting to enjoy but you just have work, so, sitting at home makes it better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sidetrack, Beribu Sesalan is like in my head playing over and over again. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addictive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right now, i honestly don't know if i'm at wrong for feeling this way. Feeling so irritated but sad at the same time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate it when something happens and people just ignore the fact that i'm hurt, like nothing happened.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It might sound like it's just a small matter, but i don't like the feeling of not being acknowledge. I'm not here for no reason, so don't make me feel like i've been taken for granted. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crap. I really don't feel like talking to anyone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't feel like texting anyone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't feel like answering any calls.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Period. &lt;strike&gt;For a couple of days&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j_FtVSyAoB8/TqfEDlORqSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/UhUSDYAwbtc/s1600/189856_162626377127199_100001395140492_404467_613084_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j_FtVSyAoB8/TqfEDlORqSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/UhUSDYAwbtc/s400/189856_162626377127199_100001395140492_404467_613084_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somehow, i just miss my old hair. Black and curly, just decent and innocent. I didn't know I've changed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-6072793656305272836?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/6072793656305272836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2011/10/half-of-my-day-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/6072793656305272836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/6072793656305272836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2011/10/half-of-my-day-gone.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j_FtVSyAoB8/TqfEDlORqSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/UhUSDYAwbtc/s72-c/189856_162626377127199_100001395140492_404467_613084_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-7899967245565938472</id><published>2011-10-26T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T18:59:39.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels like...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm typing again into this place which seems so dusty and full of shattered glasses. It's painful to walk into this space, pricking myself all over again. So much memories, so much that happened. I wish i'm one who is productive in writing and updating this blogger when i'm happy, but turned out, 'this' is the ranting hut. Full of haystacks and bullshits.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's hard squinting my eyes in darkness and typing away with a runny nose. Not that i'm sick tho'. But whatever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know why i'm here again. I've forgo this part of my routine, forgo this part of me, just threw it all away. Took only an ounce, perhaps more to actually come crawling back here. Okay, i think i'm spitting nonsense here. Beating around caves and trees and bushes and whatevernots that you can beat about lah. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But main thing, you all know i write when my heart is heavy, just like the clouds, darkening when it's containing water. Perfect metaphor for what i feel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't describe how blessed and happy i am when i feel appreciated. Those 8 long months together. Maybe i'm too fantasizing wanting every moment to feel like the first. It changes, and i shan't expect more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mind is like a box with many little boxes in it. Imagine to open a box to find another smaller box in it everyime like there's no ending. Exactly how my mind works. I can hide the deepest thought i have cause i'm just that unpredictable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I question myself and tries to assure myself. Being in denial just so i wouldn't think bad about him. Assuring myself with things that my mind tells me to make up, and hope everything turns out fine. I hope i'm doing enough to stay put and continue feeling this overwhelming love i have for him cause i know, no matter how much my mind tells me he's not the perfect one for me, my heart says the opposite. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And sometimes, unknowingly, the one closest to your heart, hurts you alot. And that's only because you care so much about them, that little things pricks you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know if i should say it's a prick now, but i can surely put it is severe pain that just can't be seen but felt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For so many times i cry for caring too much, for so many times i get hurt for loving too much, it makes me stronger and patient to forget and go on. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am i the only girl that cries a lot for someone she loves cause at times it hurts? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The saying about 'a man wouldn't make the one he loves tear, cause if he loves her, he wouldn't make her cry,' just don't exists. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-7899967245565938472?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/7899967245565938472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2011/10/feels-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/7899967245565938472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/7899967245565938472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2011/10/feels-like.html' title='Feels like...'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-8159937608705062989</id><published>2010-11-30T13:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T14:17:56.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Place the mirror in your hands, you'll see your reflection. (Y)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I thought I would blog something here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Haiyo, seriously, my blog dah berhabuk giler! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Like you all know, I blog when something is really bothering me and when I really need to get it off my chest. (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's gonna be a really bitchy post cause some people are just getting on my nerves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And guess what, it's all about the "famous" social network that everyone has been talking and raving about. Yes, it's Facebook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Like seriously, everywhere I go, and meet new people, they are all going, "Hey, add me at facebook kay?". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I mean like, no more, "Hey, can we keep in touch, can I have your number?".(not like, I like that freaking line tho'.) -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So yea, this post will be about FACEBOOK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes, stupid facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As you all know, my fb was hacked a month ago and how I pestered the whole stupid team to get it back for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And how I was damn down and upset about it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I cursed like fuck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And then, came along another problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Another being i should say, that is just such a pain in the ass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Honestly, I really feel that Facebook is your personal thing and it is like your diary yknow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everything you do, updates, photos and just everything is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;YOURS TRULY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sooo, in other words, it's YOUR rights to have anyone in your Facebook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can add, I can accept, I can block or I can even delete, just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ANYONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Don't be suchha sore that i delete you, block you or just choose to ignore your freaking requests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seriously, if you wanna say i'm arrogant or whatnots, i'm not affected. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cause, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; lose anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: small; "&gt;n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: small; "&gt;, yknow you can never please anyone, so why bother right? (Y) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAS8Foy-SSI/TPSVgHmvenI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kevM0gl9UOI/s400/41567_121108861251195_5309_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545221420229818994" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: small; "&gt; yea, for whatever reason you wanna be sore about a stupid issue, please place that mirror in your face kay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you still don't get it, just think again kay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sit one corner and think again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Think and think and think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you still don't get it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;CONFIRM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, you stupid. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kay chiaox, bitches. xoxo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;:DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NAS8Foy-SSI/TPSVR4prt8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/rBQVZF7XwBw/s400/25326_1330773521425_1593602441_819330_5685187_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545221175697455042" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-8159937608705062989?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/8159937608705062989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/11/place-mirror-in-your-hands-youll-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/8159937608705062989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/8159937608705062989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/11/place-mirror-in-your-hands-youll-see.html' title='Place the mirror in your hands, you&apos;ll see your reflection. (Y)'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAS8Foy-SSI/TPSVgHmvenI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kevM0gl9UOI/s72-c/41567_121108861251195_5309_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-651602227232910574</id><published>2010-09-05T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T21:56:24.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living a lie or truth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I never thought i would blog again, but today i just felt the need to do so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know if this is going to be uber long cause i really have some issues that i just want to pen down. Haish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;So anyways, i've gone through a so far, a terrible and hurtful break up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, it was painful that i have made a vow to never, ever date an ITE guy ever again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's that bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause its so common yknow and i can never shove the fact that i have been holding on about these typical guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Firstly, they are jerks who never back off even though they know they did the most gravest mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Secondly, their ego overights everything to the extend that they are the ones in the right EVERY single time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thirdly, basically, you can never have a proper conversation with content when you talk to them due to the difference in intellectual level. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not like i'm saying, they are stupid but rather a polite way? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;But whatever, that was what i really had to tahan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Forthly, maturity. I don't plan my future based only on my wants. I think what is there in life that i CAN achieve and not something that would fall from the sky. People say, maybe give 2 to 3 years for them to mature, but do i have that time to waste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;THE DIFFERENCES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know, differences makes us persons or individuals that will appreciate others better, but why live with differences that just eats your hearts out every single day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I CHOSE to leave it and live my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;So here i am in this path again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know i'm always saying i'm serik but eventually i find myself caught up in another courtship, but trust me, this time round i am really serik and the pain i felt has left me a damn, bloody, ugly scar that will take, perhaps years to heal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel so unlucky to keep getting guys who say they appreciate me but do the otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes, i ask myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;What is it that i lack in me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;But after many times asking, i found my answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I HAVE NOTHING WRONG IN ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's just that i've got the wrong guys that can never be pleased with what they have already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;They took me for granted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm nice and i know it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;But what can i do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe in giving chances but yet, these chances i gave, are the ones thats backfiring back at me. So it has to have a FULLSTOP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I had never, ever met a guy who showed me so much affection but when being triggered in the ego, everything went ugly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Those things he ever said, suddenly contradicts his actions and it's like a flashback to every moment from the beginning that was all uber sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Merely words of attraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've went through enough and till today i cannot bring myself to accept the fact that the man i used to believe was different from the rest, turns out to be worst than i thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never was i being hurled a bitch and other vulgarities, hence, me in this state when he hurled me those heartbreaking words.&lt;br /&gt;Yarh, it was out of anger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;But still, don't you think before you speak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was angry too, but i never once said any foul things to you except jerk(if thats even a darn harsh word, cause every guy is, anyways). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nevermind that, i was even blamed when what i did was trying to prove something to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know i'm ranting about something that is long over(1 month already, i think), but it keeps torturing my mind when i think of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Trying to be nice and feeling all happy that we're 'going' to be friends again does not apply to my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;What's over is over to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;No such thing as even being friends. Haish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel that i made the wrong move in accepting after forgiving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;True enough, forgiving is a humble thing to do, but forgetting and accepting again in my life is damn hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I maybe perfect for you but sorry to say, you weren't, so having enough of all the thinking, no ties of friendship even cause that would make a gap for a second chance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause it breaks me to very tiny pieces whenever i see you and to know what you are exactly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I believed you regretted but only a guy who can be called a man would tell the world that ashamed me, that he was in the wrong and not shove the topic saying its already the past when being asked...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's all i have to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have my ego too and once its sparked, your vulgarities won't hurt cause i know thats just a sign of weakness from you to bring me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-651602227232910574?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/651602227232910574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/09/living-lie-or-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/651602227232910574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/651602227232910574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/09/living-lie-or-truth.html' title='Living a lie or truth?'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-5151349221427225641</id><published>2010-08-21T19:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T20:06:41.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You've proved me wrong.</title><content type='html'>It's all over.&lt;br /&gt;You've shown how shallow you were.&lt;br /&gt;There is no point asking for forgiveness, thinking that you can erase every single vulgarities, harsh comments and hinaan that you hurled at me.&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough and i shall stand up and get back up cause now i know that i've left a jerk for good.&lt;br /&gt;No point come begging at my feet again, by being so sure that i still love you.&lt;br /&gt;Its a big NO. I don't. You don't have to call, text or ever pass by my way.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything, and i forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;But no way are you going to be in my life again.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="430" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p1WROMzlXjw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p1WROMzlXjw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="430" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-5151349221427225641?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/5151349221427225641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/08/youve-proved-me-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/5151349221427225641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/5151349221427225641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/08/youve-proved-me-wrong.html' title='You&apos;ve proved me wrong.'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-7762011644696719101</id><published>2010-06-26T21:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T18:04:27.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not commited.To blogger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Honestly, my blogger is dead..&lt;br /&gt;I just don't find the time and need to blog anymore..&lt;br /&gt;If you all know, i only blog to release my tension, depression or whatsoever..&lt;br /&gt;Writing and penning down my feelings gives loads of help to ease whatever im feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, this post is basically just to fill up that long gap. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, i don't wish to go through those moments i went through..&lt;br /&gt;I wish to put all of that behind me as my life is moving into the brighter light with special people who are there to always make me smile and laugh. ♥&lt;br /&gt;Things that happened always have its own meaning. All we have to do is accept it and look forward to a brighter solution and move on..&lt;br /&gt;Letting go is still the best to a new life of new acceptance. :)&lt;br /&gt;So yea, my top priority for this year is my upcoming A Levels and of course to my year 3!!!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh i'm excited..and yea, the pay is really tempting lorh..hehe.. xP&lt;br /&gt;Kaylah, i also don't know what else to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Btw, to zul, i guess whatever happened between us has made you and me realised something..&lt;br /&gt;You were a friend to me once..and things got really tangled up. I don't want to risk another situation like that happening, hence, i deleted you from msn and blocked you from facebook a few months back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;We were so comfortable with each other that i was so selfish to not think of your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Without realising i guess i was leading you.&lt;br /&gt;We're better off as strangers.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank you that i'm lucky to have known you before as a friend that was always there whenever i needed someone. :)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here..i'll update again when i think i want..&lt;br /&gt;My blog, My say. Bye.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-7762011644696719101?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/7762011644696719101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/06/not-commitedto-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/7762011644696719101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/7762011644696719101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/06/not-commitedto-blogger.html' title='Not commited.To blogger.'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-5678737037805112347</id><published>2010-05-21T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T21:08:03.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care, but it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to know something that really is making me think..&lt;br /&gt;Do guys have to be with bitches to realise who are the good girls?&lt;br /&gt;I guess i've got my answer.&lt;br /&gt;All they want is pleasure, and i guess, i couldnt give them ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;But who cares, i know myself better.&lt;br /&gt;But i don't know why i need to care.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its because i used to share that love that now seems to be disgust for him.&lt;br /&gt;I bet its all true, that as you drift, you'll just see the real him/her.&lt;br /&gt;I care, but what's the point.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, i shouldnt care, like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why i feel pity, maybe cause i know what will eventually happen.&lt;br /&gt;But who cares, its none of my business.&lt;br /&gt;I have my love, and my life.&lt;br /&gt;So let me just deal with my own. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*I love you, and my past means nothing now, eversince you came to appreciate me, of who i am, as a lady.♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-5678737037805112347?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/5678737037805112347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-know-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/5678737037805112347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/5678737037805112347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-know-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-3050804214411644762</id><published>2010-05-08T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T21:44:25.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm sorry for abandoning you blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Seriously, i just did not have the energy to update or write anything about my days of live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But however, i shall say something here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's officially holidays for me now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A month of break to really relax my mind and body for awhile, after the hectic stuffs that has been going on in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The hardwork we had for Farewell has finally come to an end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I honestly felt happy yesterday as the farewell party went very well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dance performance was great too i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everyone enjoyed themselves. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;However, flu virus is attacking me after sooo long i've not been absent from school because of sickness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Great timing to fall real sick huh?? hahahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But seriously, i'm kinda suffering now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Urgh, i seriously don't like getting this flu virus cause it just SUCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nonetheless, i'm a happy girl! How ironic, i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I hope i'll be fine by next week, cause i wanna enjoy my holidays okayys! hahahs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Till here! And wow! So fast in june, imma year two!! woohoo! New year, new resolution, and looking forward (NOT) to my A levels..=.= HAHAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kay shall stop now. BYE. XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-3050804214411644762?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/3050804214411644762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/05/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/3050804214411644762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/3050804214411644762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/05/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-5750338696004143706</id><published>2010-04-23T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T22:31:42.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't make me cry, now that you've make me happy..♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Honestly, from the deepest in my heart, i know this love is so true.&lt;br /&gt;It feels so real, that i am afraid to even think if i am going to lose him.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost those i loved many times, that it makes me sad to think another one whom i've gave my heart and soul, would leave me too.&lt;br /&gt;It's the scared and frightened feeling that keeps haunting me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just scared and i wish he would be with me every second.&lt;br /&gt;I sound so insecure.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i am insecure,&lt;br /&gt;and its because of jerks who are just selfish and keeps tearing me apart.&lt;br /&gt;I lost faith in love, but i'm trying my best to gain it back to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why i'm crying again after so long, i'm feeling happiness.&lt;br /&gt;He loves me so much and yes, i do feel his crazy love for me, but why do i still feel afraid?&lt;br /&gt;I must be strong and i believe in his love.&lt;br /&gt;I pray to god, he would be the one for me now.&lt;br /&gt;Cause seriously, it feels different to know he's the one.&lt;br /&gt;Insyallah, DIA akan memberkati cinta kita berdua. Amin. ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-5750338696004143706?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/5750338696004143706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-make-me-cry-now-that-youve-make-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/5750338696004143706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/5750338696004143706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-make-me-cry-now-that-youve-make-me.html' title='Don&apos;t make me cry, now that you&apos;ve make me happy..♥'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-8892999764171009223</id><published>2010-04-20T17:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T17:20:44.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You May Be song - Aladin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You're the one&lt;br /&gt;You're the one&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're the one&lt;br /&gt;You're the one&lt;br /&gt;You're the one&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be&lt;br /&gt;Just a lil bit silly...&lt;br /&gt;a little bit crazy&lt;br /&gt;but baby you're the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no&lt;br /&gt;other girl like you silly...&lt;br /&gt;who is a little crazy&lt;br /&gt;but baby you're the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't love anyone else&lt;br /&gt;i will never love anyone else&lt;br /&gt;if you ask the stars,&lt;br /&gt;i'll pluck them out of the sky for you&lt;br /&gt;you only have to say so&lt;br /&gt;and i'll love you forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be&lt;br /&gt;Just a lil bit silly...&lt;br /&gt;a little bit crazy&lt;br /&gt;but baby you're the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(instrumentals)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one&lt;br /&gt;You're the one&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're the one&lt;br /&gt;You're the one&lt;br /&gt;You're the one&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bridge)&lt;br /&gt;All my dreams breathe within your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;Dreams in such bloom that everything else seems dull&lt;br /&gt;This is a new world&lt;br /&gt;And never has before anyone..&lt;br /&gt;loved someone so completely ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be&lt;br /&gt;Just a lil bit silly...&lt;br /&gt;a little bit crazy&lt;br /&gt;but baby you're the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't love anyone else&lt;br /&gt;i will never love anyone else&lt;br /&gt;if you ask the stars,&lt;br /&gt;i'll pluck them out of the sky for you&lt;br /&gt;you only have to say so&lt;br /&gt;and i'll love you forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no&lt;br /&gt;other girl like you silly...&lt;br /&gt;who is a little crazy&lt;br /&gt;but baby you're the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one&lt;br /&gt;You're the one&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're the one&lt;br /&gt;You're the one&lt;br /&gt;You're the one&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6UWR2CMLseo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6UWR2CMLseo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is extremely sweet! Im addicted to this song..Im sure every girl craves for her 'The One' to do just this..aww..just love the meaningful catchy lyrics..awesomest romantic song! SWEET! ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okay enough, wanna go have a very cool shower and maybe revise for tmr's paper.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-8892999764171009223?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/8892999764171009223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-may-be-song-aladin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/8892999764171009223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/8892999764171009223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-may-be-song-aladin.html' title='You May Be song - Aladin'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-6533656848434063092</id><published>2010-04-17T21:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T21:38:38.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Seminggu dah pun berlalu.Waktu bergerak begitu pantas.Pejam celik, pejam celik, dah nak masuk tahun kedua.Insyallah, dengan izinnya, dapatlah aku melangkah ke tahun dua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sebetulnya, seminggu ini taklah apa-apa sangat pun.Sekadar duduk di rumah, ulangkaji sedikit, itu dan ini. Haish, i don't think i made full use of it.Entah mengapa, diri ini malas.Mungkin sebab tidak ada yang memarahi dan memaksa.hahas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But aniways, i used this week as a resting week, and i'm going to go through the exams with confidence that i can pass.(Tak belajar, tapi nak pass ekh..lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've got many things that i look forward to after exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Going out with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-friends, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-bbq with mates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-Mummy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-family, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-bestfriend!, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-part time bf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-more shopping of clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-accessories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-camwhoring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-and just ENJOY! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;These are the things that makes me wanna finish my exams well and just get it off with satisfaction. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okaylah, wish me luck for my exams on Monday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mood: Happy! :D/Anxious :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VrL6vFwN6sw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VrL6vFwN6sw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*I'm just a woman...But that doesn't mean you can take advantage of it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-6533656848434063092?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/6533656848434063092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/04/personal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/6533656848434063092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/6533656848434063092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/04/personal.html' title='Personal'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-6326312337500895732</id><published>2010-04-10T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T15:32:28.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kerana makna Ku..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mendungkan berlalu&lt;br /&gt;Bagai awan mengandung butiran jernih&lt;br /&gt;Hanyalah gadis&lt;br /&gt;Dengan berjuta makna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatapan diri&lt;br /&gt;Tatapan mata&lt;br /&gt;Seandainya benar&lt;br /&gt;Raguilah segala nista&lt;br /&gt;Lantas di mana maknaku ketika kutahu&lt;br /&gt;Dia sudah mengukir nama dalam cerita langit&lt;br /&gt;Langit tak perlu memberiku kisah dengan makna&lt;br /&gt;Kerna cawan serupa lembah penuh air terukir tanpa kata-kata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kubu kasih dibina&lt;br /&gt;Terus dipertahankan&lt;br /&gt;Tiada sedetik selancang gusar&lt;br /&gt;Kata tersingkap sekadar helaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ertian madah tersimpan&lt;br /&gt;Menjadi tanda&lt;br /&gt;Tanda pada kasih penghormatan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talian tiada talian&lt;br /&gt;Pada persahabatan&lt;br /&gt;Tiada terungkap&lt;br /&gt;Sedia ada&lt;br /&gt;Hanya direnung sang mentari&lt;br /&gt;Kehujanan membatu&lt;br /&gt;Tersingkap seribu makna&lt;br /&gt;Pada kaki langit pada akhir malam .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-6326312337500895732?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/6326312337500895732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/04/kerana-makna-ku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/6326312337500895732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/6326312337500895732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/04/kerana-makna-ku.html' title='Kerana makna Ku..'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-3571492176182049684</id><published>2010-04-05T20:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T20:48:08.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayang ku Sayang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okay, i'm going to post this in malay.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why..i just wanna do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini tidak begitu memberangsangkan.&lt;br /&gt;Seperti hari-hari yang lain, saya hanya menatap buku coretan yang tiada tertulis apa-apa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tiada gunanya meratap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fikiran saya tak seharusnya kusut, tetapi apakan daya, gejolak perasaan terlalu berat dilemparkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Semakin hari rasanya semakin kuat debaran hari peperiksaan yang akan tiba dalam masa dua minggu lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Pembentangan bagi PW pula pada hari Khamis.&lt;br /&gt;Haish.&lt;br /&gt;Esok harus siapkan segala yang patut dan berlatih untuk pembentangan tu.&lt;br /&gt;Dah kesuntukan masa pun saya masih belum mulakan ulangkaji.&lt;br /&gt;Entah mengapa, semakin hari, diri ini semakin hilang arah.&lt;br /&gt;Saya seharusnya mulakan ulangkaji dengan secepat mungkin.&lt;br /&gt;Satu minggu cuti yang akan datang akan saya gunakan untuk ulangkaji tanpa henti dari pagi hingga malam.&lt;br /&gt;HARUS!&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang sahaja dah malas. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;Pulang tadi jam 7 lebih, tapi sampai sekarang masih belum tukar baju dan mandi.&lt;br /&gt;Apa kenalah dengan diri ini yang semakin malas dan bebal mungkin.&lt;br /&gt;TIDAK!&lt;br /&gt;Saya tak mau jatuh dalam kategori 'Bebalisme'.&lt;br /&gt;No way!&lt;br /&gt;Baiklah, akan saya pergi mandi sekarang dan membersihkan diri supaya segar untuk melakukan pekerjaan sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;Apa saya masih terjejas dengan apa yang berlaku?&lt;br /&gt;Ah, tak mungkinlah.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi mungkin hati tak mampu berbohong lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Okaylah, sampai di sini sahajalah celoteh yang tak berfaedah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Entah apa angin hari ini, ingin sahaja berkongsi coretan harian dalam bahasa Melayu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maaflah kalau janggal, biasa juga, murid baru nak belajar. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ku coretkan keindahan bahasa,&lt;br /&gt;Untuk tatapan ramai&lt;br /&gt;Seindah bahasa&lt;br /&gt;Indah lagi sang penulis♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-3571492176182049684?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/3571492176182049684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/04/sayang-ku-sayang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/3571492176182049684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/3571492176182049684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/04/sayang-ku-sayang.html' title='Sayang ku Sayang'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-165344732418142694</id><published>2010-04-04T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T19:13:02.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunga lebih tahu akan bintang yang juga tahu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Di mana akan ku letak jiwa ini,&lt;br /&gt;Yang seakan berterbangan&lt;br /&gt;Mencari tempatnya&lt;br /&gt;Hatiku kan senantiasa selamanya&lt;br /&gt;Memuja&lt;br /&gt;Menyintai&lt;br /&gt;Merindui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau kekasih&lt;br /&gt;Hilang&lt;br /&gt;Takkan luput di ingatan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-165344732418142694?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/165344732418142694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/04/bunga-lebih-tahu-akan-bintang-yang-juga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/165344732418142694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/165344732418142694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/04/bunga-lebih-tahu-akan-bintang-yang-juga.html' title='Bunga lebih tahu akan bintang yang juga tahu'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-2510366436512419734</id><published>2010-04-02T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T21:21:18.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dj-ing experience!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I hope its not a bit too late to post this..&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, had the most wonderful time yesterday at Ria, radio station as a student dj for that one hour show. :D&lt;br /&gt;I was just as much excited as how Ryna was..!&lt;br /&gt;(For more detailed post on our awesome experience and pictures, visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rynaque.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://www.rynaque.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;For those who heard us, i hope we were fairly good and wasn't irritating or something like that..hahas..&lt;br /&gt;Because, one thing for sure, i never knew how i sounded like on air with the headphones on.LOL&lt;br /&gt;But aniways, a good experience it was tho'!&lt;br /&gt;And guess whuat??!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, i was sooooo happy lah.&lt;br /&gt;Cause yknow what, Nity Baizura actually made me wrote her a simple sajak to be one of her jinggles for that SKOOLZ segment!&lt;br /&gt;She'll be playing that recording for that segment as and when she wants.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome ryte!!&lt;br /&gt;So just stay tuned to hear the jinggle, i hope i didnt sound so bad uhs..LOL. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to today, im excited to celebrate my dad's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Got a surprise coming up just for hym at 12 midnight.&lt;br /&gt;hehe. He's going to be 43 this year! Old muchhhh huh? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yarh, that's about it.♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-2510366436512419734?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/2510366436512419734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/04/dj-ing-experience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/2510366436512419734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/2510366436512419734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/04/dj-ing-experience.html' title='Dj-ing experience!'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-717688328279332410</id><published>2010-03-31T16:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T16:39:29.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I hate today!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i think today is my worst day ever, altho i had many few laughters.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, guess whuat??!!&lt;br /&gt;I am locked out of my own freaking, bloody, fucking house!&lt;br /&gt;URGH&lt;br /&gt;Its partly my fault cause unluckily,&lt;br /&gt;today is the day that i never brought my keys along.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck ryte. i know.&lt;br /&gt;Now only god knows how long i'm going to sit outside of my house with the rain pouring like nobody's business!&lt;br /&gt;Shit lah!&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when my mum goes out,&lt;br /&gt;and so retardedly unlucky, i never bring house keys.&lt;br /&gt;Crap sia.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;And yarh, i need to pee.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, fuck, fuck.&lt;br /&gt;What a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;So time check, 4.34pm.&lt;br /&gt;Been outside of home for 30 mins ardy, with damn mosquitos, happily sucking my blood!!!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for the depressed me, but seriously, i suck!&lt;br /&gt;How can i not bring my keys, and how can i...okay i'll SHUTUP.&lt;br /&gt;or else, these rantings will never end.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily tho', i have my lappy here.&lt;br /&gt;If not, like a dumbo idiotic girl sitting aimlessly outside her own freaking god damn it house.&lt;br /&gt;Kay bye .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-717688328279332410?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/717688328279332410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/03/unlucky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/717688328279332410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/717688328279332410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/03/unlucky.html' title='Unlucky'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-2304013907139837322</id><published>2010-03-28T01:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T02:30:27.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kala itu..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ingin ku lelapkan mata&lt;br /&gt;Lelapkan minda yang sering bercelaru&lt;br /&gt;Ku hampa entah mengapa&lt;br /&gt;Apa ianya cinta&lt;br /&gt;Hati kian sayu&lt;br /&gt;Sayu teramat&lt;br /&gt;Hanya puisi dan coretan menyaksikan titisan lembut ini&lt;br /&gt;Mengalir deras di pipi&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa tiada henti kepada kesedihan&lt;br /&gt;Apa hidupku harus dipenuhi kepiluan&lt;br /&gt;Tatkala jelmaan kasih tiba&lt;br /&gt;Diragut semula oleh ombak kasar&lt;br /&gt;Tatkala bayu menerpa jurai ini&lt;br /&gt;Diselak namun tetap tempias&lt;br /&gt;Ku buntu&lt;br /&gt;Malas memikirkan hal hati&lt;br /&gt;Biarlah hidup diteruskan&lt;br /&gt;Dengan hati yang akan aku matikan&lt;br /&gt;Jangan dinodai cinta ini&lt;br /&gt;Kerna semakin hari&lt;br /&gt;Semakin pudar rasanya untuk bangkit semula&lt;br /&gt;Jangan berjumpa jika hati enggan meneruskan&lt;br /&gt;Jangan memberi jika diri tak sanggup kehilangan&lt;br /&gt;Biar kesunyian malam manjadi teman&lt;br /&gt;Teman setia yang membuai rintihanku supaya terlelap jua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada ayat yang hendak ku huraikan&lt;br /&gt;Tiada sayang yang hendak kulayangkan&lt;br /&gt;Jangan kata terus dilafazkan&lt;br /&gt;Kerna kekecewaan akan menyeksakan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="460" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l4d6miflepM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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dalam minda yang bersih ini&lt;br /&gt;Jiwaku diisi kenangan manis nan pilu&lt;br /&gt;Sepahit hempedu&lt;br /&gt;Ku telan bagai meneguk segelas madu&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa ditangisi pada yang tiada peduli&lt;br /&gt;Namun apakan daya&lt;br /&gt;Ku terperangkap dalam jera&lt;br /&gt;Jera yang tidak membenarkan&lt;br /&gt;Diri henti menyayangi&lt;br /&gt;Mencintai&lt;br /&gt;Aku benar kerana mencintaimu&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kau salah saat kau menyerah begitu sahaja...&lt;br /&gt;Tak sayang, katakan tak&lt;br /&gt;Supaya aku tak termanggu menunggu.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6MK1eXjNYrM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6MK1eXjNYrM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/03/ku-kutip-rintihan-jernih.html' title='Ku kutip rintihan jernih'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-6675071717614256430</id><published>2010-03-24T17:18:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T18:07:49.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like . Who cares .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Excuses in live.&lt;br /&gt;Hardships in friendship.&lt;br /&gt;Heartbrokened in love.&lt;br /&gt;Perseverance in failure.&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up attitude in lost relation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cared.&lt;br /&gt;I showed attention.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i was a good friend,&lt;br /&gt;You spoilt it.&lt;br /&gt;Now, not gonna care, coz i DON'T wish to .&lt;br /&gt;I've got enough burden to burden myself with more things.&lt;br /&gt;I did what i could to pull you out of shit and its your life if your ruining.&lt;br /&gt;Not mine.&lt;br /&gt;Attention, care then love huh?&lt;br /&gt;What crap .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, love, love.&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell knows what's that .&lt;br /&gt;Its all fucking infatuation .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, i'm a bitch to myself.&lt;br /&gt;And i don't care of what people think of me.&lt;br /&gt;You don't determine my future.&lt;br /&gt;Glad it ended .&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you too .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gerimis hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ku gagal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gagal menilai kelakuan sendiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Niat tiada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Menghancur harapan yang tidak ku beri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hanya merindukan bulan yang tidak mungkin dikecapi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bagai pungguk merindukan bulan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sayang seribu kali sayang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.s: &lt;to&gt;&lt;to&gt;&lt;to&gt;Yknow i miss you.♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-6675071717614256430?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/6675071717614256430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/03/like-who-cares.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/6675071717614256430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/6675071717614256430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/03/like-who-cares.html' title='Like . Who cares .'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-6332023642546266033</id><published>2010-03-22T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T10:27:20.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I kissed a boy and i liked it .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm not MIA-ing. Just that its hols ysee, and kinda enjoying myself..&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love..hahas. i think..&lt;br /&gt;Okay, off to next cls..wyl update soon.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibir mengucap madah&lt;br /&gt;Mulut terkunci bisu&lt;br /&gt;Bayukan menerpa daku&lt;br /&gt;terus dipukul arus cahaya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy, you should too..Everyone should. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-6332023642546266033?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/6332023642546266033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-kissed-boy-and-i-liked-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I just don't know why i'm so angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I feel like i'm not myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I hate just whatever that has happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I can't stop crying thinking bout what happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and as i type, i'm sobbing like a kid.. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;She ruined it, but is it wholely her fault. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It was all fine till she did something that just threw me down the deepest drain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm so upset and just feels that life has been very unfair towards me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh why? :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I just can't stand it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Let me just go away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;away from all this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Away from people who just thinks wrongly about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Away from all problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Loved him too much to think that its gone because of circumstances that just keeps coming in our way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've had enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's time to stop being weak and nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have to be a bitch for once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I forgave you but would words heal what you did? :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Especially to him who took the blows of those words.. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IcpcPXYMpbQ&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IcpcPXYMpbQ&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-7608632106273612841?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/7608632106273612841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/03/kerana-terluka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/7608632106273612841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/7608632106273612841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/03/kerana-terluka.html' title='Kerana terluka...'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-2281373021123733583</id><published>2010-03-12T22:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T23:15:56.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's forever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;March 1 week hols .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Okay, not really interesting cause its only a week,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;but its better then nothing tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I really need to catch up on that sleepless nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I'm distressing tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Just loads have happened and i have to get away from it for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Thinking about it, guess what, i think i can't treat you the way we used to be close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;You're just so disturbed and it sux to be around someone so depressed, cause you just pull everyone around you down. so yea. that's about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Just too big a mistake and i'm still grieving and forever wyl .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SLMGrux86L8&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SLMGrux86L8&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Ianya lahir tanpa nafas&lt;br /&gt;Hadir tanpa sedar&lt;br /&gt;Ku genggam&lt;br /&gt;Ku pendam&lt;br /&gt;Hanya akan semadi dalam&lt;br /&gt;Rahsia hati...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-2281373021123733583?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-749245323661823049</id><published>2010-03-11T18:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T18:46:24.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Andaian pada yang tak mungkin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tika malam menghembuskan nafas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Bayu terasa dingin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Apa nafaskan berkata?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Atau nada gelora akan bernafas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Jika hakikatnya demikian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Berlalulah ia pergi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Andaian bayu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Pada hakiki cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hanya sekadar sentuhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Berlarut di tepian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Dan terus berlarutan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-749245323661823049?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/749245323661823049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/03/andaian-pada-yang-tak-mungkin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Bloody bitch .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Yknow something, i think i shouldn't bother .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's because of this low moraled bitches, that guys just have little respect towards the now generations of women. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;I guess the world is really coming to an end .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Doing my own thing and just observing .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-2046980078712750818?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/2046980078712750818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/03/low-moraled-bitches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/2046980078712750818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/2046980078712750818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/03/low-moraled-bitches.html' title='Low moraled bitches .'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-1557334466651251043</id><published>2010-03-05T17:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T17:37:50.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I shall tear up again and just drift away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I hate to be in this state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've got nowhere to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I need to choose, but how do i choose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;How am i suppose to choose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's never going to be the same, when both knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm going to hurt someone by going away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But by staying, im also cheating myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'll be lying to myself in that relation cause only he will suffer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And i don't want that to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I can't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I guess its true, a girl and a boy can never be friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh god, why can't it be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And now both ways, its gonna hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I just can't be more than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now i feel like just going away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm sorry.. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nA0piPNLLuc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nA0piPNLLuc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-1557334466651251043?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-6615229208246745001</id><published>2010-03-04T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T21:11:26.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how do i put this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am so confused to what i'm facing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My heart is split into two. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;One part tells me that i should hold on, whereas the other tells me to just move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't want to be a selfish person, and what i'm doing now is real selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;How do i put this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am afraid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm just afraid that the something i'm afraid of, will happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And true enough i'm seeing the hints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm sorry as i may seem to not know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's because i can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Have always liked you as a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Have always cared you as a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And will love you, as a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm guilty if ever what i'm afraid of happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm sorry cause i've hurt you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-6615229208246745001?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/6615229208246745001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-how-do-i-put-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/6615229208246745001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/6615229208246745001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-how-do-i-put-this.html' title='Oh how do i put this...'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-3129671568068270249</id><published>2010-03-02T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T20:06:24.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm not the type to get my heart broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm not the type to get upset and cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;'Cause I never leave my heart open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Never hurts me to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Relationships don't get deep to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Never got the whole 'in love' thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And someone can say they love me truly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But at the time it didn't mean a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My mind is gone, I'm spinnin' 'round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And deep inside my tears I'll drown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm losin' grip, what's happenin'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I strayed from love, this is how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This time was different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Felt like I was just a victim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And it cut me like a knife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;When you walked out of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Now I'm in this condition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And I've got all the symptoms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Of a girl with a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But no matter what you'll never see me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Did it happen when we first kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;'Cause it's hurtin' me to let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Maybe 'cause we spent so much time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And I know that it's no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I shoulda never let you hold me baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Maybe why I'm sad to see us apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I didn't give to you on purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Gotta figure out how you stole my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My mind is gone, I'm spinnin' 'round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And deep inside my tears I'll drown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm losin' grip, what's happenin'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I strayed from love, this is how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This time was different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Felt like I was just a victim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And it cut me like a knife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;When you walked out of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Now I'm in this condition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And I've got all the symptoms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Of a girl with a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But no matter what you'll never see me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;How did I get here with you? I'll never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I never meant to let it get so personal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And after all I tried to do, stay away from lovin' you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm broken hearted, I can't let you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And I won't let it show, you won't see me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This time was different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Felt like I was just a victim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And it cut me like a knife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;When you walked out of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Now I'm in this condition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And I've got all the symptoms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Of a girl with a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But no matter what you'll never see me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This time was different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Felt like I was just a victim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And it cut me like a knife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;When you walked out of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(You'll never see me cry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Now I'm in this condition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And I've got all the symptoms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Of a girl with a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But no matter what you'll never see me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;All my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l8j7O0B8OPU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l8j7O0B8OPU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-3129671568068270249?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-3635588488774792658</id><published>2010-02-28T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:28:46.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without you it's hard to survive, I can't let you go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FHona6a__eo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FHona6a__eo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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yang tiada peduli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sayu&lt;br /&gt;Sayu pada mereka yang tiada mengerti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiwaku hancur&lt;br /&gt;Terhiris sembilu&lt;br /&gt;Engkau yang dulu bagai pelangi indah&lt;br /&gt;Kini pudar warnanya&lt;br /&gt;Maafkan diriku&lt;br /&gt;Kerna kata tidak mengukap kebenaran&lt;br /&gt;Pada hati yang berbicara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakan daya&lt;br /&gt;Diri ini insan kerdil&lt;br /&gt;Ada batasnya bagi yang dilontarkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak berdaya lagi&lt;br /&gt;Hati bagai digilis tanpa simpati&lt;br /&gt;Aku merintih pada yang tak sudi&lt;br /&gt;Aku dikecam oleh yang keji&lt;br /&gt;Dugaan apa yang kau beri&lt;br /&gt;Hanya insan kerdil yang kau seksa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batinku menjerit&lt;br /&gt;Menjerit sekuat-kuatnya&lt;br /&gt;Usah&lt;br /&gt;Aku akan pergi&lt;br /&gt;Membukamkan rasa ini sendirian...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-2893647695334706860?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/2893647695334706860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/02/keraguan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/2893647695334706860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/2893647695334706860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/02/keraguan.html' title='Keraguan..'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-6690209981460930416</id><published>2010-02-23T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:12:41.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The worst feeling ever is not knowing whether you should wait or give up....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kau.. tak kan&lt;br /&gt;tak kan selamanya&lt;br /&gt;dengan dirimu&lt;span id="more-900"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kau.. pasti&lt;br /&gt;dilanda rindu&lt;br /&gt;tanpa diriku&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mengapa..tak berjalan?&lt;br /&gt;Malas?!&lt;br /&gt;Sementara kau dan aku terlanjur satu&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kau benci&lt;br /&gt;Apa salahnya mencintaimu?&lt;br /&gt;Keadaan tak mengijinkan&lt;br /&gt;sementara kau dan aku terlanjur satu&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Apa harus sadar&lt;br /&gt;cinta terlarang antara kita&lt;br /&gt;Kau dan aku bahagia&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa tiada yang bisa terima&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jika nanti datang&lt;br /&gt;perpisahan yang aku takutkan&lt;br /&gt;Ketahuilah bahwa&lt;br /&gt;ku mencintaimu diatas cinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tak ada&lt;br /&gt;yang mengalahkan kekuatan cinta&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Apa harus sadar&lt;br /&gt;cinta terlarang antara kita&lt;br /&gt;Kau dan aku bahagia&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa tiada yang bisa terima&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jika nanti datang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; perpisahan yang aku takutkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Ketahuilah bahwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ku mencintaimu diatas cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OXzXiTajYck&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OXzXiTajYck&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-6690209981460930416?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/6690209981460930416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-4790305958788341872</id><published>2010-02-17T22:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:15:08.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love story .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Story about love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A very special love story since it's Valentines week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;So here it goes.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to love with all her heart and how she felt like she was the luckiest girl in the world.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved a man.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who was not 'foolish', to her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew many guys, but all had the same kinda character and she grew bored after getting hurt time after time. . .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came, entering into her life, just so unexpectedly. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Secretly, both had been keeping those sacred feelings and little did they know, God had planned something for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And so the love story began...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She loved him, and all was well and sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Never crossed her mind that he would leave as it seems so real that he would stay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Every little thing made her day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Every face she saw, was only his in her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She dreams about him every single second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Smiling like an idiot when she keeps thinking bout him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She never knew if he had ever been the way she was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And so, the happy girl had her happiest moment of her live with someone so special with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Laughing, talking and all they could do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Love story has got to have a 'Happy Ending', and thus, it's only fair if it happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sadly, sadness was all she would have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Grieving as to where it has gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Those abrubt changes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Those changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh my, she suffered so terribly, that all she could do was cry every night in her sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tears were her bestfriend, when she missed him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She would wanna hug him and never let him go as all she could do was hold on to hopes filled with uncertainties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She kept talking to herself, asking all those ' what if ', ' I should have ' questions so that everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt; woul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;d be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But, envy eyes were always out to kill, and so they killed him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Killed him so badly, that she suffered the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So when enough will be enough, so those words were said....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tremendous pain sears in those tiny heart that was over filled with love for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why does good things have to end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And so she didn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He left her with a thousands of questions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She died but not her love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She lost herself to that love battle which left her with no choice but to continue loving, eventhough she knows, he'll never come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;She still hopes he would, with every inch of her faith thats left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He cared. Yes, he cared so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He cared her and just killed himself with silence just so the girl would forget about him and move on with her life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He knew, yes he knew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He knew he would ruin the girl's life if ever those eyes come watching and seeking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And so he left her with doubts to fill those broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;eft her with no words of goodbyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Left her stranded in his heart not knowing the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Left her with sorrows as companionship.&lt;br /&gt;And left her with no explainations as what she did was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Injustice to love,&lt;br /&gt;To her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How can ever the guy think he's doing a favour for the girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's hard to say, cause the girl never knew and was never reassured if ever, the guy had loved her, the way she did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And so the love story has no ending, and She just keeps waiting, if ever He would come back and sweep her of her feet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As she's crippled by the searing pain that just won't stop killing her everytime she opens her swollen eyes to a bright yet dull day of her life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;She needs him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/sad%20girl%20crying" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i663.photobucket.com/albums/uu354/BeMyBabyJustin/Quotes/crying_girl-2072.jpg" alt="Sad Eyes Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-4790305958788341872?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/4790305958788341872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-story_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/4790305958788341872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/4790305958788341872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-story_17.html' title='Love story .'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i663.photobucket.com/albums/uu354/BeMyBabyJustin/Quotes/th_crying_girl-2072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-4516449160860577913</id><published>2010-02-15T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T18:26:50.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;. i don't know. very shitty and crappy. watever again i'm lost. what the hell went wrong. i don 't think its me. its you. how am i suppose to understand. where do i stand. i'm rubbish right. i'm a piece of shit what. no meaning. meaningless. can dump me when you don't need already. i'm so in love with you. i cannot forget you. i cannot eat. cannot sleep. cannot do homework but just stare at ceiling for god damn hours. i can't be bothered to type properly. so strain your eyes and figure out what has happened to me. i'm going crazy. my mistake. my mistake. my mistake to fall in love with someone like you. i should know where i stand. i'm a nobody. i must be the most stupid girl. to actually think you would fall for me. lol. urgh. ignore. avoid. do watever you want. but i'm still loving you. stupid right. i know. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;. i also don't have the fucking answer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;love. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; not hate. i don't know. i want to cut that heart open to get my answers. what for. he'll die right. oh my god. i sound bloody insane. see what you've done. im typing aimlessly and not knowing what should be done. a moment ago you were fine. then not fine. then fine again. then not. fine. not. fine. not. WTH. where. im stuck. oh god it sux to be me. sometimes okay. not okay. okay. not okay. how. to. understand. what the hell. no point thinking bout the past. reli no use. its nothing already. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; go out if you want to end it this way. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; give me hopes when you're gonna shatter it. fuck lah. i cannot bloody stop crying. cry. cry. cry. cry. shit. shit. shit. okay just shit. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. Please don't do this. don't. can kill me if you want. but don't go silent. oh god. i did something wrong is it. what. when. how. i love you. i hate you. and i know you hate me right. i'm hanging. you hanged me. do you even loved me. have you ever. it's gone. just like that. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;. do i deserve these. is it wrong to love. is it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;. see just how many &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;whys&lt;/span&gt; in me. you left. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;. you killed me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;. you left me stranded. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;. you don't want to talk. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;. crap lah. i want to stop. just stop crying. it sux. stupid me. foolish me. so foolish. cos im loving you. i should not have loved you. i should stop. like now. whatever. i'm out of your heart. out of everything. your life. your everything. oh god. what the hell. im ranting. never ending rantings. you guys are bored. but i still have loads to say. come back. please. sad. a hug. a kiss. a warm touch. never meant a thing at all.  kay bye.&lt;br /&gt;It's stupid. It's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-4516449160860577913?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/4516449160860577913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/02/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/4516449160860577913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/4516449160860577913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/02/why.html' title='Why..'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-451825612630882275</id><published>2010-02-14T12:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T12:05:37.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terlanjur menyintaimu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IRVttwjfLOY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IRVttwjfLOY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-451825612630882275?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/451825612630882275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/02/terlanjur-menyintaimu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/451825612630882275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/451825612630882275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/02/terlanjur-menyintaimu.html' title='Terlanjur menyintaimu...'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-8993514015464444401</id><published>2010-02-14T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T00:32:39.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, even months analyzing a situation, trying to put the pieces together. Justifying what could've, should've, would've happened. Or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move on.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's really late and i'm lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm totally lost as to where am i going to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My life, my feelings..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's all soo distorted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Why do i have to face these things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Just when i've learned to get up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm crushed again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've let myself drown in a bucket af tears for hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Waiting, and waiting, and forever waiting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh why do you have to do this to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What wrong have i done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't know you anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I feel like in a glimpse of time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You've changed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Just like the breeze which only knows how to whisper the sounds of winds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yet unable to convey any real message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's hard to understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Figuring every littlest things you do or say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm trapped..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I feel like the kite that you used to hold onto the end of the string,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But now, you let me go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And im blown away following through the winds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I need answers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And again you left me hanging....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Why does things have to be so difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;is it so hard to say that perhaps,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Your feelings has fade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I know it's going to hurt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But it hurts more with every inch of your silence..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Why, oh why..? :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Those tears were never dry, even when i dried it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm so sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;To all, Happy Valentines Day, and Happy CNY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-8993514015464444401?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-2145234563357856234</id><published>2010-01-18T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T20:29:55.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's hard.. :'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Through the flood of crowded people&lt;br /&gt;After looking at the long awaited figure&lt;br /&gt;It was possible to play out the fate we've encountered&lt;br /&gt;The miracle is embraced closely&lt;br /&gt;You may be damaged,&lt;br /&gt;It may be painful&lt;br /&gt;You have to believe in today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the struggle is agonizing&lt;br /&gt;In this love story,&lt;br /&gt;An invisible tomorrow is spelling out&lt;br /&gt;I want to be by your side only&lt;br /&gt;Do not hesitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your voice remains in my ear&lt;br /&gt;Remembering my closed eyelids&lt;br /&gt;Becoming impatiently weary if somebody's hurt&lt;br /&gt;Your smile and gentle words hit my chest&lt;br /&gt;I want to forget this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the struggle is agonizing in this love story,&lt;br /&gt;If you end without stopping&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts stay locked&lt;br /&gt;Unfulfilled love must not awaken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your feelings are revealed&lt;br /&gt;The rest is unnecessary&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I cried like a child&lt;br /&gt;While wide awake in your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the struggle is agonizing in this love story,&lt;br /&gt;I want to listen to your voice again&lt;br /&gt;Even if I'm not reaching far away&lt;br /&gt;Do not hesitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An invisible tomorrow is spelling out&lt;br /&gt;I want to be by your side only&lt;br /&gt;Someday the two of us,&lt;br /&gt;If the real face becomes intertwined,&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold you tightly close to me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-2145234563357856234?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/2145234563357856234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/2145234563357856234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/2145234563357856234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-hard.html' title='It&apos;s hard.. :&apos;('/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-6756754891625630300</id><published>2010-01-17T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T20:28:49.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masinnya laut...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Titisan itu&lt;br /&gt;Apa maksudnya&lt;br /&gt;Habis kering walau tetap mencurah&lt;br /&gt;Kegelisahan&lt;br /&gt;Keresahan&lt;br /&gt;Kebingungan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laut tetap masin&lt;br /&gt;Akan senantiasa masin&lt;br /&gt;Walau titisan mencurah&lt;br /&gt;Terbentuk lautan luas&lt;br /&gt;Semakin deras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kehangatan mentari&lt;br /&gt;Kini mengukir senyuman&lt;br /&gt;Tatkala senja tiba&lt;br /&gt;Seperti melayang&lt;br /&gt;Mengikut arus fikiran&lt;br /&gt;Si gelombang lautan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapal akan berlayar&lt;br /&gt;Terus ditiup sang bayu&lt;br /&gt;Dan lautan menjadi saksi&lt;br /&gt;Pelayarannya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-6756754891625630300?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/6756754891625630300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Sang Hitam&lt;br /&gt;Pendusta cerita&lt;br /&gt;Tertancap dalam diri,&lt;br /&gt;jiwa dan raga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keluputan tiada bagi sang hitam&lt;br /&gt;Penguasa seluruh minda&lt;br /&gt;Kemanisan di bibir sering terucap&lt;br /&gt;Segaris senyuman sering terukir&lt;br /&gt;Lenyap dan terus ditelan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kolobri janganlah diusik&lt;br /&gt;Kecil di mata&lt;br /&gt;Berlainan di hati&lt;br /&gt;Tampaknya indah menawan&lt;br /&gt;Timbul rasa ingin membelai&lt;br /&gt;Habis dibelai&lt;br /&gt;Dibuang sahaja begitu&lt;br /&gt;Kasar dibelai&lt;br /&gt;Matilah pula...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-4974206141781066615?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/4974206141781066615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/01/usahlah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/4974206141781066615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/4974206141781066615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/01/usahlah.html' title='Usahlah...'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-6241783852914330288</id><published>2010-01-12T20:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T20:16:54.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My say..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;LIBRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; - The Harmonizer (Sept 23 - Oct 22)&lt;br /&gt;Nice to everyone they meet. Can't make up their mind. Have own unique appeal. Creative, energetic, and very social. Hates to be alone.. Peaceful, generous. Very loving and beautiful. Flirtatious. Give in too easily. Procrastinators. Very gullible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Tasavvur Men Hain Kiskii Parchhaa'iyaan ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mujhse Ishq Le Jaa Rahaa Hai Kahaan .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I think i am...shit .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-6241783852914330288?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/6241783852914330288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/6241783852914330288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/6241783852914330288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-say.html' title='My say..'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-2609637723527596949</id><published>2010-01-10T12:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T13:31:35.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flaws, makes perfect human...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;I'm fugly .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;You wanna know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;That's cause,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;I have eyes, thats just too large for my face .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;I have a nose that is practically improportionate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt; to my face .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;I also have a smile that just creates those holes in my cheecks .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;And that are those not needed dimples .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Many said that dimples appear or created when someone smiles, cause they have fat cheecks .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;So yea, i do have fat cheecks, that just won't go away .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;If you think i'm thin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;that's absolutely nonsense, cause i have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;a tyre around my belly, that i have to carry without much effort tho .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;BUT, it's hideous .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;But then again, these are those littlest things that make me realise, i'm not perfect .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;I'm just ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAS8Foy-SSI/S0lepHQ79pI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rdMpM86EH5Y/s400/07012010(012).jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424971286562207378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;¡Mþ€rf€çt£¥ ß€åût¡Fü£♥...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-2609637723527596949?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/2609637723527596949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/01/flaws-makes-perfect-human.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/2609637723527596949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/2609637723527596949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/01/flaws-makes-perfect-human.html' title='Flaws, makes perfect human...'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAS8Foy-SSI/S0lepHQ79pI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rdMpM86EH5Y/s72-c/07012010(012).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-7695493687063014011</id><published>2010-01-09T18:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T18:31:29.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayang aku ingin berbicara kepadamu♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I'm elated~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;It's like there's this shining star, so bright!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I was at the other end of the darkest room, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;and i just see that shine that makes my eyes blink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;A surge of happiness creeps in me, and i feel so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;But, i just wonder, what exactly is that star?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I have doubts in myself if it's worth going towards that shining thing, but when i ask myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"i've been in a dark room for too long, it won't hurt to know how it feels to be in such a bright room..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;So yea, i'm styl walking towards that light, it's gonna take quite sometime, coz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I have just begin to allow myself to walk through it alone, alongside with no torchlight .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Okay, ignore the first part if you don't undrstand coz it's utterly metaphored..LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;3 major teories down. awesome ryte! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Guess whuat!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I've been listening to a song for over 100 times already, and styl not bored of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Seriously, its literally that much, coz i put it in repeat mode as i do my work, and while i sing to it, until i get all the lyrics perfect! hahas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;This is the song( Takkan Pisah by Erin):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;enjoy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3tfgT_npy6E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3tfgT_npy6E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Lirik Eren - Takkan Pisah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;sayang aku ingin berbicara kepadamu&lt;br /&gt;tentang apa yang tengah aku rasakan&lt;br /&gt;ada apa, ada apa katakanlah semuanya&lt;br /&gt;ku kan dengarkan duhai cintaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bila nanti orang tuamu meridhoi dengan&lt;br /&gt;apa yang ku rasakan padamu&lt;br /&gt;semua orang tua ingin yang terbaik untuk anaknya&lt;br /&gt;begitu pun orang tuaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kau takkan tinggalkanku&lt;br /&gt;takkan pernah, sayangku&lt;br /&gt;janjimu janjiku untukmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reff:&lt;br /&gt;takkan ada yang pisahkan kita&lt;br /&gt;sekali pun kau telah tiada&lt;br /&gt;akan ku pastikan&lt;br /&gt;ku kan memeluk menciummu di surga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jangan kau pergi tinggalkan aku&lt;br /&gt;bawa aku ke mana kau mau&lt;br /&gt;janji ku padamu&lt;br /&gt;jiwa dan ragaku mati pun ku mau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repeat reff:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-7695493687063014011?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/7695493687063014011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/01/sayang-aku-ingin-berbicara-kepadamu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/7695493687063014011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/7695493687063014011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/01/sayang-aku-ingin-berbicara-kepadamu.html' title='Sayang aku ingin berbicara kepadamu♥'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-2860755883739838246</id><published>2010-01-08T18:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T18:46:02.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me 'That Girl'...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Urgh .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Just got back from interviewing ITE students .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;AND GOSH! You seriously don't wanna know how i felt .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;It seriously wasn't an easy task.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;We had to 'tebalkan' our faces and go around them, like stalking gitu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Den they'll give us the look like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"Ay, that girl following us uhs", and then smirking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;( It's either they think they are soo handsome that we're looking at them, or they think we're checking them out. =.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;AWESOME project, NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I hate tailing guys, and since ITE has many guys then girls, we're just left with no choice. haish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;But however, most ITE girls are more friendly. They are more willing to be interviewd and its much more easier for me to talk to them lorh. And most imptly, they aren't SOO tall..hahahs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I hate it when i have to tip toe a lil to get that mic near their mouth to get the clear convo. urgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;This is like the worst project altho it seems easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;(just record people talk mah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;But styl, i'm glad i have finished for the ITE part. So yay~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Okay, im styl not wangi..Stinking like a garbage here, and i'm just so lazy want to bathe..feel like want to sleep jer..zzzzzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Kay, so not right to procrastinate on bathing..LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;So till here uhs, nothing muchh to talk about..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;IM JUST TIRED .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;(tell me if walking on a 2 inch wedge around Tampines Mall, Tampines 1, Century Square, or should i say every pelosok of Tampines for about gazillion times, NOT tiring? I think people there pun dah kenal muke kite yang dah macam poster, tawaf tuu tempat berjuta kali...=.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Kay Bye . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;xoxo. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;PS: I want to be as shining as the star..hahahs kay stupidly random . BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-2860755883739838246?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/2860755883739838246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/01/urgh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/2860755883739838246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/2860755883739838246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/01/urgh.html' title='Call me &apos;That Girl&apos;...'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-4865777720619158453</id><published>2010-01-06T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:57:38.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck face .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm angry .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And i dunnoe why .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think i'm having emotional issues, or WORST, turning into someone psycho .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Or i think my hormones are going bonkers .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just swear alott these dayys, and it's soo not me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fuck lah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kay whatever .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just hate that bridge that connects the 'mat' world and the 'arrogant' world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Stand there like some dumb girl with the fuck-face, or more polite way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;pathetic look .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"What stare, stare? I owe you money meh? I know lah i pretty, but no need to look until your bloody eyes can just be hanging out of your damn eyes right??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My lyf is so fucked up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I guess i know what's the perfect New Year resolution for myself and that is to get out of my so fucked up life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kay bye .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*Word of the day, fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm not sweet .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;             I'm not girly . &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;                           I'm not nice .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Just don't hate me, cause yknow i'm hating you more . =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-4865777720619158453?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/4865777720619158453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/01/fuck-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/4865777720619158453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/4865777720619158453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/01/fuck-face.html' title='Fuck face .'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-7805260860422612592</id><published>2010-01-05T21:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:19:33.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview, interview, and more interviewww...=.=</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;First of all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i just wanna sayy a Happy New start to school to everyone .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(i know ain't something you look forward to, but hell, it's a must to attend...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So aniwayys, first day of school in Semester Two ain't that bad tho'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Projects were extended, the dateline i meant, so like a BIG 'PHEW' to myself..hees.XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I knew that not everyone will finish it one lorh. Damn much and so big to handle..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So muchh of me doing it at the very day before school but still not the one very behind time..WOOTS~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okays, moving on, from the very muchh prasan me just now, i'm actually enjoying doing interviews and all that for my project. Really, i feel that i can be some sales promoter ardy, or some credit card promoter thingy..(yknow those that comes up to you t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;o tell you more bout their credit cards and stuffs..LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;STOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; procrastinating .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;New year, New me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAS8Foy-SSI/S0NF4ZTbzzI/AAAAAAAAADo/AnFZk9Kt3G8/s400/13838_1218008582372_1593602441_574992_8253817_n.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423255211451600690" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;hahahs..so muchh for New Year lorh. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kay fine, i think thats all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nothing interesting, just my typical rantings..LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I lovee myself and i know you do too..hahas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kay chiaox, wanna go do my assignment ardy, yang BERTIMBUN! XDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-7805260860422612592?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/7805260860422612592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/01/interview-interview-and-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/7805260860422612592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/7805260860422612592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/01/interview-interview-and-more.html' title='Interview, interview, and more interviewww...=.='/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAS8Foy-SSI/S0NF4ZTbzzI/AAAAAAAAADo/AnFZk9Kt3G8/s72-c/13838_1218008582372_1593602441_574992_8253817_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-2325440168550947156</id><published>2010-01-01T00:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:20:08.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Sempena New Year,i dun reli have muchh to talk about,but i reli hope my new year is gonna be a fulfilling one,where i get and will able to achieve what i want. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;So aniwayys,i went out with Ryna just now and we did a whole lotttt of interview..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Damn tired lorh repeat the same five questions to like more then 20 children. Guess whuat??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;The children spoke sooo softly lah, that now im having difficulty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; doing my speech typing..pffft!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;But nvm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I also would like to take this opportunity to thank my friends (who must have thought i am a weirdo,coz i call am suddenly to interview them, asking weird ques..LOL) who helped me in this interview..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Thanks many,many! XDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Aniway,im on Facebook right now,n seriously, im kinda shock to see 5 messages in my INBOX! (thats because i nvr get that many..=.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;So anyway, i was talking bout the messages..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I dunnoe who dis guy is but he's damn DESPO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Have a look at this and tell me if you think he is . (its abit small..mls wanna edit.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAS8Foy-SSI/SzzY98HkoOI/AAAAAAAAADY/naR23QaGhf0/s400/stupid.bmp" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421446610068742370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Lyk WTH lorh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;He send me this for godamn five times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;So muchh for lovee huh,when he saw my pics.=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;ha ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Kaylah,enuf ardy,im tired. i think i'll do all my project tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;But seriously, a pat for me coz i finished Cg Pitch's project in a dayy mannn!! :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-2325440168550947156?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/2325440168550947156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/2325440168550947156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/2325440168550947156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAS8Foy-SSI/SzzY98HkoOI/AAAAAAAAADY/naR23QaGhf0/s72-c/stupid.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-6050457353066982489</id><published>2009-12-29T23:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T02:37:45.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for those days spent trying to hold back the tears, &amp; the tears that turned into anger, then disappointment .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Here’s to all the girls who used to be his number one. The ones who waited all night for him to call, only to check the caller ID the next morning &amp;amp; be disappointed. The ones who made it through that bitter break up, dried your own tears, &amp;amp; moved on with your life , only to have him walk back in it months later like nothing ever happened. Those of you who cried on the first day you talked again because you knew exactly where this phone call was going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The ones who listened to him say, “I only want to be your friend” one day, and the next, listened to him say how much he loves &amp;amp; misses you. We deserve something, and this is our tribute. Here’s to the ones that took him back, hoping that maybe this time, he was different, hoping that maybe people really do change. We listened to our friends tell us that we we ‘re stupid for even thinking about giving him another chance, caught crap from our parents, &amp;amp; even snuck around to see him for while. We went through the great stage with no fights all over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We started this out thinking we would be just friends, &amp;amp; ended up falling in love with him again. We wanted nothing more in the world than to hear him tell us he loved us too, that even though things were bad in the past, they would be different this time. And when we finally heard it, it was like we were dreaming. This is for us. Here’s to the ones who believed what he said, sat around all over again waiting for a phone call that might come in a few hours, or a few days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Here’s for the tears cried and dried all over again. We wanted so desperately to believe that he was really busy, he couldn’t possibly call us at that moment, or even that he fell asleep early. We trained ourselves to believe the lies because we wanted to believe we had found the one for us. We learned to settle for someone who didn’t treat us the way we should be treated. Here’s for the ones who did their hair and makeup &amp;amp; put on their prettiest earrings, only to hear him say that he couldn’t see us today. The ones who never believed it when people told us there might be someone else. We just couldn’t believe that he could do this to us again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This is for those great girls, who loved him more than words can say, &amp;amp; took him back no matter what happened last time because they couldn’t bear to look back on their lives one day &amp;amp; wonder “what if”. This is for the girls that stayed up all night long listening to him whine about an ex girlfriend who cheated on him, &amp;amp; cried during the entire conversation. The ones who hoped he would realize that he deserved better, that he deserved us. When he said that he loved you, but he was in love with her, he didn’t mean it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This is for the ones that held on to something that was never there to begin with. This is for us girls, who somehow managed to get him to forget about her, &amp;amp; get him to tell us that he was in love with us again, only to have him tell us three weeks later that ” things were going too fast, he needs time “. Here’s to the girls who couldn’t cry to their friends because of how stupid they felt. The ones who held it all in when things came crumbling to pieces again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;This is for the ones who couldn’t bear to even tell their mom what was going on, for fear of an ” I told you so “. The ones that could just tell that they had made a mistake by ever allowing him into their hearts &amp;amp; their dreams again. We knew that we deserved better the entire time that we deserved a guy who would call when he said he was going to, one that would come see us whenever he got the chance, one that would really care about us. We just wanted the one that we loved like that. Here’s for the ones that finally realized that he never gave a crap about them. Here’s for the time that he broke your heart again. This is for those days spent trying to hold back the tears, &amp;amp; the tears that turned into anger, then disappointment. Here are for us girls who finally realized that we deserve better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This is for those confusing days, when you miss him &amp;amp; want nothing more than to hear his voice, or feel his arms around your waist. Stay strong and remember that relationships are like broken glass; sometimes it’s better to leave it alone rather than try to put the pieces back together &amp;amp; get hurt. Remember the times you cried &amp;amp; how long it took you to even be able to look at another guy like that. When ‘your song’ comes on the radio, turn the station. When the day comes that he realizes what a mistake he made &amp;amp; tries calling, turn your phone off. When he tries coming to your house, don’t answer the door. Think of the broken promises, and the lies, the manipulation &amp;amp; the tears, the wasted moments and staying up all night wondering where the hell he was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Think of how your heart used to jump when your phone would vibrate in the middle of the night &amp;amp; how it fell to your stomach when you saw it wasn’t him, and realized that once again, he hadn’t called when he said he was going to. One day you’ll find a guy, who’s worth all the tears, but he won’t make you cry. You may think that you’ll never care about someone like you did that guy that you always ran back to, but you will. It’s going to hurt like hell, &amp;amp; it’s going to need time to heal, but the point is, it will heal. This is for those girls who fell back in love with their ex, only to get hurt all over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-6050457353066982489?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/6050457353066982489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-for-those-days-spent-trying-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/6050457353066982489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/6050457353066982489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-for-those-days-spent-trying-to.html' title='This is for those days spent trying to hold back the tears, &amp; the tears that turned into anger, then disappointment .'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-8745521095756789910</id><published>2009-12-14T16:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T17:06:23.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitam dan putih...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NAS8Foy-SSI/SyX_-OVARvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/pvxx4na3USQ/s1600-h/13838_1216641268190_1593602441_572227_2751442_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NAS8Foy-SSI/SyX_-OVARvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/pvxx4na3USQ/s320/13838_1216641268190_1593602441_572227_2751442_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415015571446056690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAS8Foy-SSI/SyX-veKy40I/AAAAAAAAACw/CZJBPOm7y4g/s1600-h/fb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Lemah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Tak mahu lagi disakiti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Engkau masa lampauku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Jiwa raga diracuni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Cintamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Kini kau hilang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Luput dari ingatan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Dari khayalan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Dari jiwaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Hanya kepedihan tertusuk di hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Kini hati yang terkubur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Kembali berputik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Dengan kehadiran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Sedikit sirna..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Namun apa aku bersedia untuk ini?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Apa mudah mengulangi segalanya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Aku tak mahu dipatah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Diguris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Ditikam lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Kerna terluka oleh cintanya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/5461009667069399560-8745521095756789910?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/8745521095756789910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/12/hitam-dan-putih.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/8745521095756789910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/8745521095756789910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/12/hitam-dan-putih.html' title='Hitam dan putih...'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-7142273171648553043</id><published>2009-12-13T17:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T17:37:13.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With mummy..♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Feeling better..XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okay,i guess i have this problem of jumping into conclusions..LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And i just wanna say sorry again..you know who you are.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So yea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Niway,currently blogging at White Sand's Library as mummy is reading magazines here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gawd i have to blog fast,cause my prepaid balance is decreasing with every minute..hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im actually supposed to go for a picnic with my cuzzie and her fam together with my family,but too bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Got cancelled cause mum got so fed up waiting for this 'Bintang Karat' people..(not lyk im not..haha..but i always do keep up to my tyming tho')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ouh yarh did i mention bout our very filling lunch..haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okay,i had so called 'lunch'(which is at 4..XD), at the new food place, Mad Jack..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's an awesome place altho the food is rather pricey...but its okay,once in a while..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And furthermore, i pay whuat..so my mum of cause nak..hahas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Had Salmon, and my mum some Nasi Lemak that has fish that is like 'Fish n Chips'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yea, i noe,eat at a restaurant but go order 'Nasi Lemak'..LOL..XP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I guess gonna chill here in the library and buy my bro's school shoes later on..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;That's all for today then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was planning to do a vlog,but i guess i'll do it next time den..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tata! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&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/5461009667069399560-7142273171648553043?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/7142273171648553043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/12/with-mummy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/7142273171648553043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/7142273171648553043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/12/with-mummy.html' title='With mummy..♥'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-7090903374739903729</id><published>2009-12-11T15:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T15:30:04.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie dayy out..=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;PLANET 51!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;This cartoon is like sooo nice,and i can say dat it is damn funny..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Had a great day with my family watching it,ecxept dat dad was not with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I hope CCF would treat us to some other nice movies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;After this,watching 'Couples Retreat, at The Cathay with my bestie at 7.15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Guess what?! She won a pair of tix agn..hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;so total,i'm watching two movies in a dayy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;awesome right!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I dunnoe why,but suddenly,watching movies is lyk my reading now..~! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Coz it's getting very often!..hahas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;okaylah..till here..wanna have girl talk n catch up with my bestie,tata.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;P.S. : At Mac,Plaza Singapura^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-7090903374739903729?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/7090903374739903729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/12/movie-dayy-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/7090903374739903729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/7090903374739903729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/12/movie-dayy-out.html' title='Movie dayy out..=)'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-1089234984733439123</id><published>2009-12-10T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T17:24:41.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And here i burned..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RWGdUO4HAhA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RWGdUO4HAhA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-1089234984733439123?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/1089234984733439123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/12/hating-it-so-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/1089234984733439123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/1089234984733439123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/12/hating-it-so-much.html' title='And here i burned..'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-846653021836572907</id><published>2009-12-08T14:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T14:39:23.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As you watch me fall..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;So at last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;T-shirt is done..All printed,just waiting to be issued tomorrow for the amazing race..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Thinking bout it, somehow,it's one thing that's making me smile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Just imagine,ur design is being worn by ur fellow friends and senior for an occasion..cool or whuat?! hahas. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I just got bck from collecting it with Syahirah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Anyway,going out with my bestie later on. Supposedly,we're suppose to watch 'Case 39',but change of plans..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;She won a pair of tix to watch 'Princess and the frog'.So yea..we'll be watching that ltr at Iluma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Nothing much has been happening except for the part that i am crushing.XP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Dunnoe if it is even going anywhere..Let's just see what happen next..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;So yea..Till here denn..Tata..=)&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/5461009667069399560-846653021836572907?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/846653021836572907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-at-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/846653021836572907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/846653021836572907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-at-last.html' title='As you watch me fall..'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-2181003535667690351</id><published>2009-12-06T18:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T14:39:00.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can curse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I'm angry inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Within me, is a girl, who just wants to scream and shout and just curse those she hates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;But the lady in her, is stopping it with all her efforts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I'm sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I'm tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Why is life so full of dramas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;hatred,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;jealousy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;AND lies?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;When you're close,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;everything seems so good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;but when you're distanced,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;all the bad things starts to show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;And that's when,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;you'll start to hate that person for dragging you in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;That's exactly what i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;And i can't stop this hatred from growing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Used to be love that's growing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;but not anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Just disgust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Plain hatred, that can never be resolved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I sound so cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I sound so harsh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;but the coldness i felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;The harshness i faced,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;was incomparable to what you did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; you.(now).&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/5461009667069399560-2181003535667690351?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/2181003535667690351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-can-curse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/2181003535667690351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/2181003535667690351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-can-curse.html' title='I can curse.'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-398759189721637291</id><published>2009-12-04T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T15:01:51.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its foolish of me(!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I am just being stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I should stop and start allowing people to enter my life and love me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I should. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;And i guess, i am being selfish to those who needs a chance from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Damn those jerks who slam that door of my heart again and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Perhaps, it should make me numb, to go through it with no more pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Full Stop .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-398759189721637291?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/398759189721637291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-foolish-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/398759189721637291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/398759189721637291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-foolish-of-me.html' title='Its foolish of me(!)'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-2658980264967930930</id><published>2009-12-03T18:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T18:24:35.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EDWARD CULLEN!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;AWESOME MOVIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Okayy,just got back from watching The twilight saga,new moon..damn. it was awesome..~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;(we're lyk e first batch to watch the movie at ehub..awesome-nessss!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Seriously,the movie was kinda sad seyhh..i teared up lyk at many parts of it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;A reli 'must see' movie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Had a shock of my life~!(okay exagerated)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;i saw Haikal..LOl..was like,errr,i shud sayy hye..hahas..nnn i did..LOL..&lt;br /&gt;Seriously,my cuz was soo annoying,teasing me and asking who dat was..hahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Okay wateva..im tired..just wanna fb now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Niwayy,i wanna watch the movie lyk again!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://planetnora.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/edward-cullen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;♥♥♥♥♥ him..so cutee ryte..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;(niwayy,i dun get it why pple favour Jacob more..LOL! i styl prefer this hotty..hahaahs!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-2658980264967930930?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/2658980264967930930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/12/edward-cullen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/2658980264967930930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/2658980264967930930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/12/edward-cullen.html' title='EDWARD CULLEN!!'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-6204526639285004124</id><published>2009-11-28T14:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:24:56.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When boredom strikes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When boredom strikes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm seriously bored. Okay,just bored for the moment..Going out soon to accompany my mum buy some groceries..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway,just wanna update bout somethings..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I got an invitation to be a freelance model a couple of dayys back..but guess what..dad spoilt it all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i know the rules and regulations of my school..i know it doesn't allow partime job, but freelance modelling ain't partime thingy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;There's a year 3 student taking up the freelance modelling thingy.i'm kinda pissed,cause it's like an opportunity for me..wanted to go for the interview so badly..haishh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;nvm. i guess i'll go to the agency with my mum next time. shutup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ouh yarh,guess this is a lil &lt;em&gt;'basi' &lt;/em&gt;but i still wanna talk about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Watched 2012 and PA somedayys past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Seriously speaking,PA wasnt THAT scary lorh. It didnt even make me jump outa my seat or anitin like that..hahaah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;BUT! 2012 was awesome. LIKE SERIOUSLY! effects was cool. and i was like at the edge of my seat watching it. XD. (wanna watch Alvin and chipmunks thingy!! girlfriends were soooo CUTEE!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Adding on, just wanna wish my cuzzie congrats,fer her good PSLE results..(she scored e same aggregate as me seyhh..hees XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;However, on a sad note..I still love you adeq, and will try my very best to help you. If i have to sacrifice a few minutes just to send you to school, i don't mind being late to school everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Life's been tough for you with many&lt;em&gt; 'cubaan'&lt;/em&gt; but still we were all in this together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's okay. Not all are clever in academics, perhaps you're better off without academics but skills for employment. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okay chiaox!♥&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/5461009667069399560-6204526639285004124?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/6204526639285004124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-boredom-strikes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/6204526639285004124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/6204526639285004124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-boredom-strikes.html' title='When boredom strikes...'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-8128631271274551713</id><published>2009-11-15T17:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:25:25.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain,rain go away..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"It's raining,It's pouring.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;*sings*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okayys! It's Sunday today and im practically doing my project!(actually,part of my time browsing facebook,just 1% on project!) LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Im hell one of a procastrinator. Gawd, im so going to be DEAD if this attitude continues. O's still can be accepted lahh ekh..hahahs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, it's raining cats and dogs mann..like damn heavy laa..i can hear every single raindrop from where im sitting..(actually not too far,just beside the window pane..haha!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You tell me,how to spend time with my peeps and plan a decent outing when it's raining like nobody's business??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But on the other hand, i feel like going out to the beach and like old times with my friends(used to be close), and playing in the rain and getting ourselves drenched from head to toe! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gosh,i can literally taste the raindrops that is coming from the outside splashing on my face(imagine how heavy it is.)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday, was a fun dayy out with my aunt, mum, n cuzzie,not forgetting my lil sis n bro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Tampines are for mats and minahs"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thats what some typical&lt;i&gt; "anti mats and minahs" &lt;/i&gt;sayys. But hey, Tampines is really a great place to eat and go shopping!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had my dinner at Rasa 21. Awesome! never tasted hokkien mee as tasty as there..was my first time eating there. Ouh yarh,then we chilled and &lt;i&gt;'borak-borak'&lt;/i&gt; at Mcdonalds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And one disgusting thing happened!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;we actually saw a huge,big,enormous,and FAT mouse(or should i say RAT!)!!! EWWW!! i literally jumped and shrieked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How can a pest like that be at a fast food restraunt. How DISGUSTING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.enjoyfrance.com/images/stories/france/news/rats-paris.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Looking at this just makes my hair stand! urgh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Im having plans on Tuesday with them again to watch Paranormal Activity..But im not too sure if there is like any age limit thingy..who knows its M18 or something..Im only 17,saded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's okay,i'll check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess i better continue doing this plain vanilla project...=.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Chiaox! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;On a random note: I have this fetish for Pretty Boys and idk why..LOL! XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-8128631271274551713?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/8128631271274551713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-rainingits-pouring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/8128631271274551713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/8128631271274551713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-rainingits-pouring.html' title='Rain,rain go away..'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-1620441096775364671</id><published>2009-11-10T14:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:25:47.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray-day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Holidayy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;So here comes my end of year holiday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;However,it ain't gonna be as free as how holidays should be..=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Boring huh,holiday also got loads to do,but yea,shouldn't complain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;It's part of my life to burn and drown myself with projects..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Soon enough,nxt year is my second semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Time flies really fast and im seeing myself through half of my first year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Anyway, i kinda hate holidays too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Cause it'll mean i'll have lesser time with my friends to be distracted of my own feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;If im in school im always occupied to even think and feel that pain. so it sux.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;But it's okay. I've been consoling myself that, i wanna be postive!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Who cares about relationships,right? Im only 17,future's bright ahead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Anyway, i somehow feel that,(its abit lame here coz im blabbing my thoughts..haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Sometimes to love someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Doesn't mean you have to be with him..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;And i guess, i can still keep loving him as long as i want,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Even i know it'll never be returned again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Too much sweet memories to even hate him..LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I know it's STUPID,(as how you guys put it),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;But hey,it can't be helped ysee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Perhaps, over time it'll fade,idk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;So yea,tts all..planning to have a dayy out with my peeps someday next week.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;This song goes out to you lovers who still holds on to that last thread of hope..hahahs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Enjoy! ! !♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/siPNxPMClzc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/siPNxPMClzc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7YqqA1WNmmg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7YqqA1WNmmg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-1620441096775364671?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/1620441096775364671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/11/holidayy-so-here-comes-my-end-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/1620441096775364671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/1620441096775364671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/11/holidayy-so-here-comes-my-end-of-year.html' title='Hooray-day!'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-8717647605724932820</id><published>2009-10-31T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:26:16.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Todavia le amo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Gotta scream!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Im missing him and i think im going crazy. urgh!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;kay i shud shutup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;niwayys, congrats to Cikgu Yazid for winning the GoldenPoint Award.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and not fergetting Jailani oso who came in second fer the same cerpan award.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;lazy want to upload photos here..its all in FB so checkit out there aye.. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;yay! tonite at 11.17 pm is pay day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We're so going to karaoke at town area i assume after the penyampaian hadiah at Arts House tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Woohoo,got to look fab tomorrow evening for the prize presentation..hehe..:P(mimi is sure gonna be there..hees!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;im soo excited,sumhow,this is keeping me alive,for a moment.~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Projects due like end of this coming week,so gotta chiong this week..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;OFFICIALLY hol's yesterdayy,,,but,but,but,got school on Monday! argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i hope tts gonna be the oni day we've to come bck..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ouh yarh!! i passed my GP! its lyk really a surprise lah,since i've no background on GP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Still waiting anxiously for all my Sastera subjects results..altho i tink i screwed my last sastera paper.damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Aniway,i sumhow feel that ryna is lyk angry at me coz i didnt follow her to collect the movie tix..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;IM RELI SORRY BABE! :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i just had a swimming session aftr sch dat day,i noee it was last minute,but reli im sorry.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;okaylah,i'll stop here.. BYE! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-8717647605724932820?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/8717647605724932820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/10/gotta-scream-im-missing-him-and-i-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/8717647605724932820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/8717647605724932820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/10/gotta-scream-im-missing-him-and-i-think.html' title='Todavia le amo...'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-4781206187663838448</id><published>2009-10-27T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:26:40.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sgdefqfgehv!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Awesome-tiring week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay,first of all, i just wanna sayy tt Writer's Festival was damn awesome.. A big pat to everyone involve..! All those practices was paid off nnn it was all over at last on the 25th Oct.. The nervousness,tension nnn stress,all relieved,PHEW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ouh yarh,thx mama for coming down nnn watching my performance!(tak fair seyhh,her face was out on television but not the other performers *including me*,hehe!) but my mum was sooo cutee laa! She was like, " Ay, mama nyer muka kluar kat TV laaaaa!!! " *starts smiling widely*..LOL(typical lovely mums!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Im kinda happy plus sad nnn hampa at the same time that despite my painting tt i sent for Graftera Competition, had won first,but it got disqualified on the dayy it was supposed to be displayed... :(( (if not dhh dpt $300 seyhh of prize money,just bcoz the plastic reflected soooo much LIGHT that it can't possibly be displayed..sooo sadly no first position..saded..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Aniwayys, congrats to Hairani nnn Ilham who got the following second and third positions.. :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But, im styl happy, coz my painting wyl be a gift to the Guest-of-Honour,owner of 77th street!! Cool kan!! (muchh prasan here..hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;NNN i'll be the one giving it,so like got recognition gitu laa..okayy laa jugak..best taw..hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If ade opportunity on arts,i'll surely wanna take it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kay tts all i guess..just a part of my happiness nnn whinings to be shared..lol..&lt;br /&gt;Post exam activity tmr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hope it's gonna be funn..! *yawns*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(im like styl unchanged,butt glued to comp seat,stinking!! hahahs! unlikely of me kan..hahas..kay wateva,SHUTUP WANI!! BYE!)&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/5461009667069399560-4781206187663838448?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/4781206187663838448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/10/awesome-tiring-week-okayfirst-of-all-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/4781206187663838448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/4781206187663838448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/10/awesome-tiring-week-okayfirst-of-all-i.html' title='sgdefqfgehv!!!'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-3084521382991122922</id><published>2009-10-17T13:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:27:18.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naluri Gadis....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Naluri Gadis....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Diri ini&lt;br /&gt;Hanya aku yang berhak&lt;br /&gt;Namun, mengapa masih bertanya&lt;br /&gt;Siapa diri  ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebisuan&lt;br /&gt;Aku lemparkan&lt;br /&gt;Aku kehilangan bicara&lt;br /&gt;Tapi engkau  tak ambil peduli&lt;br /&gt;apatah lagi menyapa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesepian&lt;br /&gt;Kepedihan&lt;br /&gt;engkau  beri tatkala&lt;br /&gt;meninggalkan ruang hati&lt;br /&gt;Terpendam segalanya  dalam&lt;br /&gt;kebisuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada yang  mengerti&lt;br /&gt;keperibadian&lt;br /&gt;kesucian&lt;br /&gt;Maruah&lt;br /&gt;Harga diri&lt;br /&gt;Seorang  gadis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semarak nafsu&lt;br /&gt;Hanya itu menjadi kejaran!&lt;br /&gt;Apa maruah seorang  Gadis&lt;br /&gt;tidak lagi dipandang&lt;br /&gt;dinilai&lt;br /&gt;dihormati?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kian tersingkap&lt;br /&gt;jendela kerinduan&lt;br /&gt;tetap mendakap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kematian pada kehidupan&lt;br /&gt;Entah  mengapa&lt;br /&gt;Kebisuanku&lt;br /&gt;Seperti tanda Kematian&lt;br /&gt;Ku ingin  kata-kata&lt;br /&gt;Kata-kata yang pernah dahulunya&lt;br /&gt;Membakar  jiwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemaafan&lt;br /&gt;Telah terang dipancarkan&lt;br /&gt;Hanya kegelitaan maksud  tersirat&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berikanlah cahaya&lt;br /&gt;Walau sedikit manapun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berperang dengan curiga di firasatku;&lt;br /&gt;Andai kau kembali merawat hati rindu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YKPJ2H0TZks&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YKPJ2H0TZks&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" 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href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/10/diri-ini-hanya-aku-yang-berhak-namun.html' title='Naluri Gadis....'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-7869738877429055143</id><published>2009-10-04T16:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:27:42.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up,up,updates...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Updates..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay, many things have happened eversince my last post..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've gt loads to talk about but first of all, let me just wish my sister a Happy Belated Birthday, n to Mirul also who shares the same birth date, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So yea,its October ardy and tym flies real fast huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tawu, tawu, im going to haf my final exams nnn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'POOF'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, its &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;HOLS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Gawd,im gonna be a yr two lyk in a glimpse of tym. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sumtyms, i just feel lyk e world is evolving too fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Too fast for me to actualli haf tym to see the real world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But anyways, the major &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'shit'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; that happened in school was finally OVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just can't cope animore with the torture of staying back till 7pm to do a thousand words essay everyday which will increase day by day. haishh..(thk god it ended)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But on the other hand, i feel &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;sorry n sympathy&lt;/span&gt; towards him. I knew we were all  in this together to go back home, but didn't noe it wyl turn out this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'll pray that nothing bad will happen to him. We're like a family in this, and to see one of us being expelled is gonna be a heartbreaking thing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nnn, i guess everyone learned from their mistake..i do!..(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So yea, don't wanna elaborate too much on what happened,just a sinopsis..(hahas,sastera agn..urgh~!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Going out with my besties on wednesday to bugis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just wanna release my stress by going shopping..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;WOOTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;oh yarh not fergetting to celebrate ryna's birthday.. sad ryte,coz of e things happening in school, i wasn't able to celebrate it with her vry soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but no worries, im sure its gonna be a vry memorable celebration.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Urhm, wat else ekh i wanna write about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*wondering*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i guess that's all den..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;don't wanna bore you&lt;/span&gt; readers with updates of my feelings animore, coz its e same old whinings..LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've ardy got labels,when i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; labels.! But its okay, as long as it ain't rude labels.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Till here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;lotsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;wanaay♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Enjoy this clip yarh! Im loving this Jiwang song..♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*do have a tissue box with you..LOL*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(Thaqif singing, Tak ku sangka Tak ku duga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I-yyvJRGSfk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I-yyvJRGSfk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-7869738877429055143?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/7869738877429055143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/10/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/7869738877429055143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/7869738877429055143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/10/updates.html' title='Up,up,updates...'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-8881855562300779358</id><published>2009-09-26T12:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:28:07.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 17th Ryna!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Happy Birthday to MY DEAREST BESTFRIEND!! ღRynaQUEღ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A friend that's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; there for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A friend that will &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;shed tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too when she sees me sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A friend who just&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me inside out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A friend who &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;understands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; every single crap of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A friend who never fails to make me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;when i feel shit inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A friend that always &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;stand by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tru my thick n thin of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A friend that caught me when i fell really deep in the break up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She's there to nasihat me when i just feel that the world evolving around me has &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;shattered..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I lovee you babe, n i thank god for making you my bestfriend!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(remember, ur 17 ardy, pls act lyk one..hehe..okay im vry mcm phm..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;.............................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Currently, im just lost to start on my 'simple essay'.. I guess this essay is like the easiest topic ever, coz it's about Raya..But i don't know why, i just can't get it started and focus...i guess i better stop procrastinating.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Monday will be crap.. Gonna have 'Apresiasi Sajak' test. Den, tues got essay test. Exams are lyk in a few weeks time, and i can barely recollect what i had actually studied for the past 2 months~! Haiya, blum blajar seyh.. What's happening to me?? I just don't seem to be able to be 100% into school. So many things on my mind. I hate to be affected by some mundane stuffs. Anyway, STP day yesterday was awesome. I guess everyone had fun and gave all their best!! Everyone looked great! The one month practice really paid off well.. Dikir was a total success..^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pretty much thats all i guess,altho there's more i wanna write about, i think i shud stop now and get back to work..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Last but not LEAST!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I wanna wish my ღBFFღ again, a HAPPY 17 BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;muahmuah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-8881855562300779358?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/8881855562300779358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-to-my-dearest-bestfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/8881855562300779358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/8881855562300779358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-to-my-dearest-bestfriend.html' title='Happy 17th Ryna!!'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-3626104449014670751</id><published>2009-09-23T22:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:28:52.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never thought it would end this way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm gonna be okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Why does my love story always has to end with me lost..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Just where did it all go wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Its been 10 dayys, actually 1 mth i guess without e cntcting part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I just reli wanna get over him but why is it soo hard??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I hate myself. I reli do. Why do i put my heart and soul fully to someone whom i guess wsnt as serious as how i was..he might be enjoying and im lyk a weak duckling! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Here i am always dazing thinking bout somethings that i know i'll never get the answers and turn the time back....argh! Love's reli crap when some reli don't undrstand it. I'm sick of getting involve in any r'ship animore. reli serik. sorry guys,it'll take me longer this tym round to be fully off him. And i reli don't noe why. Maybe coz i loved him too much that im suffering to the max to accept that he left me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Fikiranku sering melayang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Terbayang saat-saat kita berdua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Aku rindu akan dirinya pada setiap waktu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Sampai hati dia meninggalkan daku seorang diri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Mana pergi janjinya untuk menyintaiku 'forever and ever'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;So in love with him that it hurts when he left me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I hate tearing up when i hold on to that glass bottle..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I feel like throwing it away so i won't keep remembering him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;But its too painful to throw those memories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;He took my heart and he threw it away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Nvr returning it bck..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I guess its gonna be memories that wyl nvr come bck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Ku sanggup menitiskan airmata setiap malam jika itu dapat mengurangkan kerinduanku terhadapnya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wish to be a white paper again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No scribbles on me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just a plain paper which is so plain that you don't dare to tear, write or do anitin to it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But just to decorate it with colours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;even tho i really &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; you,i gotta smile coz i &lt;b&gt;DESERVE&lt;/b&gt; to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-3626104449014670751?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/3626104449014670751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-gonna-be-okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/3626104449014670751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/3626104449014670751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-gonna-be-okay.html' title='Never thought it would end this way...'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-1247496137372375798</id><published>2009-09-13T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:29:14.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All i want is to be happy, and i thought u were my happiness..i guess i was wrong..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i feel like a jinx?&lt;br /&gt;Just when i wanna be relieved off assignments and projects,&lt;br /&gt;my com crashed! How terribly i cried to realise that i've lost all my work and the effort i put in to finish it perfectly in a week,has gone to waste...&lt;br /&gt;I felt like killing myself at that moment of time..&lt;br /&gt;Just when i thought of compiling everything into my thumbdrive, just to know that its all gone.&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly gone!&lt;br /&gt;Starting a project again from scratch just hurts me deep inside, cause i spend sleepless nights to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;And worst styl, its all gone in e weekend, no possibility of me finishing EVERYTHING in time..haishh.&lt;br /&gt;Reli Jinxed..:(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdayy, was kinda crap. Altho the students were adorable, and i was trying to have fun, i just couldn't put everything behind me. I must have looked terrible like how i felt inside. Stupidly, i cried when my lecturers were around after telling them what happened. However,they are the sweetest lecturers and they gave me one more week to finish it. Raya's gonna be a sad thing for me. Many things are happening and my life's been a hectic rollercoaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, just when i wanna be happy and learned to love again,&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling that its all gonna end. soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts like shit and its gonna take decades for it to heal.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of tearing up, swelliing inside out.&lt;br /&gt;Puffy eyes that just don't seems to vanish.&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame me if im not your 'beautiful' girl animore due to continuous crying and sleepless nights.&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame me if im not 'lilmisssunshine' no more, cause dayys of my lifes gonna turn dark soon.&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame me if i'm not the 'happy-go-lucky' girl you knew, who used to hide her sorrows,&lt;br /&gt;cause now, since you left, just sorrows when i think of you accompanies me.&lt;br /&gt;Many wants me to cheer up, and i feel shit to put up a front when deep inside im such a sobbing kid that just can't stop feeling sorry for herself.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when i laugh so much, a searing pain just gets me, am i such a hypocrite?&lt;br /&gt;I deserve to be happy and smiling, and for that to happen i have to let you go, cause its hurting so badly.&lt;br /&gt;Was it so easy to just put all that feelings aside?&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know how i'm going to face the truth that its all ending, its really shattering me down.&lt;br /&gt;To know that i loved him so much to lose him cause things aren't the same,gonna hurt me so much....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-1247496137372375798?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/1247496137372375798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-i-want-is-to-be-happy-and-i-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/1247496137372375798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/1247496137372375798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-i-want-is-to-be-happy-and-i-thought.html' title='All i want is to be happy, and i thought u were my happiness..i guess i was wrong..'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-9140755798150114829</id><published>2009-09-03T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T19:45:13.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mungkin yang terbaik adalah ku harus mundur...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&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 align="left"&gt;School's been rather hectic nowadayys.. I am trying to cope. Evrythings been fine except for the continuous flow of assignments..(i can go crazyy..LOL)..BUT overall, enjoying my dayys (or perhaps years to come) in STPNIE..I had sum kind of iftar smlm with my darls clsmates aftr a late dikir practice.. reli memorable..loved e talks we had..u guys are reli soo 'gerek'..hees..:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, without fail my dayys wyl at least be filled with laughters coz of u guys..sweet!(especially aisha...my source of laughter seyhh!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tdayys dikir practice was fine..but it wud haf been better if there was like the music..i seriously dunnoee wat else i shud post..sooo moodless and exhausted..(im just posting coz sum dun want my blog tu be dead..here u go peeps..(: )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i dunnoe wats happenning to my r'ship but its like going nowhere. i dun tink e tym off is doing any gd..its just too long..haishh.. 'We'll see how it goes'...( i reli miss hym,bt if letting go makes it easier for the both of us,im gonna give in.....) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;small&gt;Mungkin benar cinta sejati tak berpihak kepada kita...mungkin hanya sampai di sini kisah kita,dan ku hanya pasrahkan diri dan hati ini.. Tiada yang boleh ku ungkapkan selain mendoakan kebahagiaan mu..jika cinta kita suci,pasti ia akan kembali jua akhirnya..tts all for tday..im soooo exhausted... :( &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-9140755798150114829?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/9140755798150114829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/09/mungkin-yang-terbaik-adalah-ku-harus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/9140755798150114829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/9140755798150114829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/09/mungkin-yang-terbaik-adalah-ku-harus.html' title='Mungkin yang terbaik adalah ku harus mundur...'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-1336284433318393114</id><published>2009-08-15T14:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:29:53.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend!</title><content type='html'>At last,weekend is here~!&lt;br /&gt;okayy..im like totally zone out in school..haishh...but watever uhs..&lt;br /&gt;Aniwayy,loving my new image..!!hahahs!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to MAISARAH and HAIRANI who followed me yesterdayy,i feel sooo much better!! Dikir is reli coming out well..hees! Great practice yesterday,and reli i hope Wani and Shahirah dun upload the 'merepek' vid in facebook!!! IT's just OMG!..LOL..(but i tink nanti when dah ade rebana and all confirm nice one!!^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wanna just live my life like normal now..useless cries at night just dun bring any good..no insomnia please..LOL..(fit, if ur reading pls EAT nnn SLEEP!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why does it hurt so much to even think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't i sleep without tossing and turning in bed for hours?&lt;br /&gt;Why do i lose my appetite when i see food?&lt;br /&gt;Just why am i on the brink of tears when i'm reminded of you?&lt;br /&gt;I just hate myself being like this.&lt;br /&gt;Haruskah diri ini terus diseksa apabila dalam cinta?&lt;br /&gt;If i knew it'd be this way,i'll never make myself terjerat dalam percintaan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Stupid girl.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-1336284433318393114?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/1336284433318393114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/08/at-lastweekend-is-here-okayy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/1336284433318393114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/1336284433318393114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/08/at-lastweekend-is-here-okayy.html' title='Weekend!'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-2558000542946903198</id><published>2009-08-10T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:30:38.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imma dumb,dumb in r'ship..so don't date me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everythings not right in every feelings.&lt;br /&gt;All i wanna sayy,im sorry cause im such a mute wen it comes to guys..&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps,dats my only problem,nnn how i hate myself for that..~!&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could be lyk other girls hu just dun care bout wat image they portray to public, but my self pride n shyness just freezes everything.&lt;br /&gt;Am i such a nerd,&lt;br /&gt;A foolish, ignorant, dumb girl,weird,&lt;br /&gt;Hu just cares bout her own feelings.. ?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;I dun wish tu make myself look so dumb but tts wat i feel now..&lt;br /&gt;If only i've explored Singapore more,denn i wudnt be such a hollow person in searching for a perfect place to haf fun and spend tym with my love.&lt;br /&gt;If only i had that freedom,maybe im not hu i am now..Protective parents are a problem too..nnn now im such a&lt;small&gt;&lt;s&gt; loser&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/small&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Im just sorry and that i am the cause for the awkwardness we alwayys face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s:&lt;small&gt;&lt;s&gt;Happy two month btw...&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-2558000542946903198?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/2558000542946903198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/08/everythings-not-right-in-every-feelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/2558000542946903198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/2558000542946903198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/08/everythings-not-right-in-every-feelings.html' title='Imma dumb,dumb in r&apos;ship..so don&apos;t date me..'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-4993332861332156572</id><published>2009-08-06T14:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:35:03.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hys my EVERYTHING! ♥♥♥♥ (100609)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Another chapter of my life...♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been soo long eversince i wrote in this blog of mine...&lt;br /&gt;nnn after reading ryna's blog i thought,i should just start writing again and rant bout those stuffs that people just loves reading.Daily life.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i am happy with my life in NIE as a trainee teacher nnn of coz,i am perfectly happy with my LOVE life..(He is basically my dearie in my life..)&lt;br /&gt;I guess, i can still cope with school nnn stuffs like that. But seriously,(as he said), my school is sumwhat like an art school..Just sooo many activities like drama,singing,nnn not forgetting the 'dikir barat' which is coming up in like 5 weeks time,if im nt wrong. So yea,school's been hectic,nnn i miss the nine months hols nw..LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh yarh,maybe you guys are wondering why the hell am i blogging at this time of the day,(when everyone is practically in school..lol), is because im like soo sick..haishh..I just HATE flu,nnn let me repeat it again,FLU is really a terrible 'air-bond disease thingy' and i HATE it..urgh,watever u call it aye..LOL.:P&lt;br /&gt;BUT,BUT..one thing good is that,i am hafing this extra,extra cuti..hahah! I meant an extended hols for me! BUT still i have assignments due lyk tonight,how unfair right..ishh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniway,i think i shud just stop for now and continue with my 'Motivational essay thingy'(how i hate 1000 words essay!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that i would like to just sayy a few last words here in ths post..&lt;br /&gt;Four more dayys syg tu our second month and i wish it'll change to years. It feels like yesterdayy was the day you proposed to me to be your one and only..*blushing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sumtyms,i just can't smile animore,&lt;br /&gt;But dun you worry bout me,&lt;br /&gt;i noe wat to do..&lt;br /&gt;I'll just stare at one corner nnn,&lt;br /&gt;Think of you...&lt;br /&gt;No one else could make me happy like the wayy you do..&lt;br /&gt;I love you with my every breath..♥ &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-4993332861332156572?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/4993332861332156572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-chapter-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/4993332861332156572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/4993332861332156572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-chapter-of-my-life.html' title='Hys my EVERYTHING! ♥♥♥♥ (100609)'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-1861530725923987063</id><published>2009-05-10T14:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:31:43.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love,love,loveeeee..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cinta itu lahir dari hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cinta itu datang dan pergi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cinta membuahkan keikhlasan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cinta menyatukan ikatan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pada siapa kau bercinta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Untuk apa kau bercinta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Andai cinta itu menyelitkan kelukaan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Andai cinta itu menyusahkan....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cintaku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cinta yang suci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Terbit dari hati yang murni&lt;br /&gt;Hanya untuk yang setia dan jujur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Keintiman bukan segalanya dalam cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Intim maknanya tidak berpura-pura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cintaku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bukan kerana nafsu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Aku &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mencintai&lt;/span&gt; pada yang &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;menyayangi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Aku &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;menyayangi&lt;/span&gt; pada yang &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;memahami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cintaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cinta abadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Sayang,cinta itu bukan milik kita....&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jika jarum jam lupa berpusing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tiada lagi pandangan buat belakang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Terkurung satu dasawarsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Menanti senja syahdu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Rintihan ku palingkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bersama kamar sajak sepiku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Disirami kepuraan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Membelit bungaan palsu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jadilah sembilu&lt;br /&gt;Meranap sesejuk air danau...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                  *My god,i can really compile and make a book seyhh..nyahas..^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-1861530725923987063?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/1861530725923987063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/05/cinta-cinta-itu-lahir-dari-hati-cinta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/1861530725923987063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/1861530725923987063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/05/cinta-cinta-itu-lahir-dari-hati-cinta.html' title='love,love,loveeeee..'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-3414289825511254434</id><published>2009-05-09T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:32:16.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilang dalam kabus..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ketika dia &lt;s&gt;tiada&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lampu di kamar&lt;br /&gt;Radio di bilik&lt;br /&gt;Buku di meja&lt;br /&gt;Sentiasa terbuka tanpa penghuninya&lt;br /&gt;Inilah menjadi temanku&lt;br /&gt;Mengharungi kegelapan&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa meninggalkanku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurenung langit malam&lt;br /&gt;Bulan mengambang&lt;br /&gt;Tiada ditemani kerdipan bintang&lt;br /&gt;Merestui puput bayu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika dia &lt;s&gt;ada&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menempuh kesepian&lt;br /&gt;Lampu di kamar&lt;br /&gt;Radio di bilik&lt;br /&gt;Buku di meja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Tertutup&lt;/s&gt; sepanjang malam&lt;br /&gt;Tidak menjadi temanku&lt;br /&gt;Kerna&lt;br /&gt;Malamku&lt;br /&gt;Cukup &lt;s&gt;berkilauan&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan kehadiranmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barangkali&lt;br /&gt;Buat tandu raksasa&lt;br /&gt;Aku antara engkau&lt;br /&gt;Engkau antara aku&lt;br /&gt;Kami antara kita&lt;br /&gt;Kita antara mereka&lt;br /&gt;Diperguna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Dijamah&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi meredakan kemarahan&lt;br /&gt;Mengisi perut tidak kenyang buntu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-3414289825511254434?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/3414289825511254434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/05/ketika-dia-tiada-lampu-di-kamar-radio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/3414289825511254434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/3414289825511254434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/05/ketika-dia-tiada-lampu-di-kamar-radio.html' title='Hilang dalam kabus..'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-1271649051912237829</id><published>2009-05-08T13:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:32:37.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What have you done?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ke arah mana pun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Aku berlari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ke arah mana pun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Mencari bicara setia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ke arah mana pun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Mengundang puisi duka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ke arah mana pun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Menduga gelombang kemelut jiwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ke arah mana pun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Aku melihat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Air jernih &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Mengalir lesu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tanpa bertebing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Menanti kunjungan pelita kasih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Yang dipekik angin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Yang dicengkam petir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Bebas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Bebas ku inginkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Senantiasa aku meronta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Meminta diurai belenggu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ke arah mana pun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ku masih berlari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Digeser pengukur waktu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Membisik kebebasan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Yang bakal ku temui jua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;*These upcoming posts will be the few puisi and sajak i wrote at home when i had the inspiration...^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-1271649051912237829?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/1271649051912237829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/05/ke-arah-mana-pun-aku-berlari-ke-arah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/1271649051912237829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/1271649051912237829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/05/ke-arah-mana-pun-aku-berlari-ke-arah.html' title='What have you done?'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-1732038403868480025</id><published>2009-05-01T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:36:37.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet lies,perfect promises..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lidah memang lembut mengukir janji&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tapi tidak kau tunaikan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Akhirnya aku yang tertanya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dimanakah kesudahannya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kemanisan hidupmu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Telah terbina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Di antara kita berdua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diam tak bererti aku membisu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tetapi aku berhenti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan ku lebih berhati-hati&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Di sebalik tutur katamu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bagaikan debu yang berterbangan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Datang menutup pintu hati&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jika ku biar semakin menebal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bertambah keras lagi hatimu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jikalau tidak ku buat begitu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pastinya aku tidak di sini&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bukan ku meminta simpatimu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bukan ku mengharap balasan mu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kebenaran dan kejujuran mu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Itulah yang sering ku nantikan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-1732038403868480025?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/1732038403868480025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/05/lidah-memang-lembut-mengukir-janji-tapi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/1732038403868480025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/1732038403868480025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/05/lidah-memang-lembut-mengukir-janji-tapi.html' title='Sweet lies,perfect promises..'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-877977103227051469</id><published>2009-05-01T17:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:37:02.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What exactly is life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It bears happiness and sadness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still,it remained silent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one has yet learned&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What life is saying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes like your own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes like a stranger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes like tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes like laughter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes like a river&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes like thirst is how it seems&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its the soft sound of silence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This life is God's blessing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one has touched or seen it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet it is the fragrance of experience like a scented wind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Speak with your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listen to your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Choose the soulmate from the heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The world may say anything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let go of the world's thought&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adorning them on your eyelashes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foster sparkling dreams....&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE DESIRED YOU&lt;br /&gt;Even upon death,this love in my heart will not diminish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHEN your MEMORIES comes,my TEARS flows..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time after time,i ask myself..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DO I DESERVE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;My life had become your story&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why leave when i am part of your STORY?&lt;br /&gt;Those WORDS of YOURS,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those ACTIONS of LOVE,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Were those PROMISES and VOWS of LIES?&lt;br /&gt;LOVE,is this true,just answer me this much..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So that this moment of trust do not break&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Course im on the edge of breaking down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me some requital for my waiting......&lt;br /&gt;Why do i have to bear the pain of seperation?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the roads of my destinations are lost....&lt;br /&gt;You're now near me,but why do i feel there's distance?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How can i tell you what helplessness there is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this a way to live, there is only to drink tears.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-877977103227051469?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/877977103227051469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-bears-happiness-and-sadness-stillit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/877977103227051469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/877977103227051469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-bears-happiness-and-sadness-stillit.html' title='What exactly is life?'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-4813877137581462409</id><published>2009-04-30T19:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:37:19.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Gosh,gosh,gosh..&lt;br /&gt;hees,wats wif 'gosh'?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Nvm..actauli i just came back from watching 'Jangan Tegur' at EHUB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;It was an awesome-fanta-SCARY-tic movie!!hahax,whatt a werd..LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Can you guys believe it..??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I actuali ate lyk three pack of popcorns tru-out the whole movie nnn shrieking at evry shocking part..some might tink they've got a lunatic out there..lOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;But who cares,i had a whole lott of fun..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;nnn i really can't wait fer my NIE tu lyk strt calling me fer orientation!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;hahahhahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;okayylaa,till here..wanna catch up with my friends in msn..tata..(=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-4813877137581462409?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-3798289569152685521</id><published>2009-04-29T20:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:37:52.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tried so hard to forget you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Secara tiba-tiba,aku mengingatimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Di kamar sepi,di malam syahdu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Walau kekecewaan sepahit hempedu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ku telan jua dan dibiar berlalu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Inikah katanya rindu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sengsara tiada terhingga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Setelah perpisahan pun berlalu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Malam ini dipenuhi tangisan pilu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mengapa bila tatkala aku sudah bisa melupakanmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dikau kembali memohon maaf padaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dan ingin diberi peluang kedua menebus khilafmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Apakah hati yang remuk&lt;br /&gt;Dapat menerimamu kembali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mengapa dikau meletakkan daku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Di situasi sebegini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Diriku kini lemah memikirkannya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sudah cukup aku merana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aku takut jika ia akan berulang lagi,sayang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Terdengar lagu cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Berkumandang di radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Membawa kesayuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Membangkitkan hasrat ang terluka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lalu aku terdiam pada lena yang panjang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Terhurailah rahsia yang terpendam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Berbulan dalam derita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tanpa buat ku melara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Menggoda saat mimpiku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Di perjalanan ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pemergian dirimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Putuslah cinta yang rapuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Menikam diriku dalam memori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kini malamku jadi gerhana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hidupku tiada ertinya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hanya bernyawa namun tak bermaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Malam kian memaksa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lagu menghanyut pilu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wajah-wajah duka pun hilang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jika bersua lagi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mungkin aku menangis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Menahan getaran hati yang musnah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Terkadang ku merasa menyesal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kerana telah sehabis daya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aku cinta dirimu,oh kasih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Akhirnya aku sendiri yang tersisih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bisa sungguh luka ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Walau tak berdarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Izinkan daku meluahkan rasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maafkanlah aku andai kau terasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mahligai yang dibina dari airmata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jatuh berderai bagai hati yang hancur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh tuhanku,tabahkan hatiku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Temukanku dengan ketenangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ku cuba pejam mata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tapi tak terlena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kerna ku masih teringat padamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mengapa engkau juga yang ku rindu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Begitu payahnya hendakku melupakanmu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pernahkah engkau fikirkan,oh sayang....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Just what should i do?haishh :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-3798289569152685521?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/3798289569152685521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/04/secara-tiba-tibaaku-mengingatimu-di.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/3798289569152685521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/3798289569152685521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/04/secara-tiba-tibaaku-mengingatimu-di.html' title='Tried so hard to forget you.'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-7919049961445355659</id><published>2009-04-20T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:38:11.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What's this?I'm like feeling sooo sad..haishhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nnn also fed-up..&lt;br /&gt;i don't know who to blame.But is he in the wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In the first place is it him who passed my number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Must be him right,cause he's the only person among his cliques that has my &lt;s&gt;bloody&lt;/s&gt; number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm not like trying to make a big deal about it,but i'm just sad he gave in to his friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Seriously,i'm a lady with prinsips..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My hp number is very personal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If it ain't,i'll be like the 'CHEAPEST' girl,going around saying &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'NAH,EVERYONE!!!THIS IS MY BLOODY NUMBER!FEEL FREE TO CALL OR SMS IN ANY TIME OF THE DAY!!!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nnn all this stuffs of getting to know me by harassing your friend verbally n making him give in is really a no.no.no.(i'm just assuming it tho')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I really wanna know what is the real reason!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Told him many times,whatever it is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he can't give my number without asking me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yesterday,his friend,accidentally/purposely(i don't know which actually)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;typed my number in our convo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Of course i was surprised..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just when i wanted to ask,he appeared offline..&lt;br /&gt;HE just BLOCKED me,&lt;s&gt;OF COURSE&lt;/s&gt; i guess..haishh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Denn when i messaged Mr A.(my friend whom i &lt;s&gt;trusted&lt;/s&gt;,n emphasized to keepsake my number) he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just ignored my message and never reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's sad okay.I don't want to lose a &lt;s&gt;best&lt;/s&gt;friend because of another friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm like thinking of hundred of reasons to make myself feel better,of why did he never reply,but i guess i'm the one in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;denial&lt;/span&gt;..ishh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just what should i do..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I guess in a way i shouldn't blame him,but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In the other hand i'm pissed off to by what his friend did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What does he thinks of himself,going off like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm still in doubt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Haishh be honest laa..ain't that hard kan,the worst can happen is i'm going to be upset,but i'm sure i'll recover &lt;s&gt;not so&lt;/s&gt; soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461009667069399560-7919049961445355659?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/7919049961445355659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-thisim-like-feeling-sooo-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/7919049961445355659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/7919049961445355659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-thisim-like-feeling-sooo-sad.html' title='Jerks!'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-7300179988675932334</id><published>2009-04-19T13:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:38:31.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love at first sight..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; At &lt;s&gt;First Sight&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mata bertentang mata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Adakah boleh terpancarnya sinar &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;cinta&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tanpa dirancang,timbulnya cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Apa itu cinta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Atau sekadar ditimpa perasaan suka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Namun dengan pandangan pertama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hati bisa &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;terpaut asmara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Berdegap-degup hati yang lara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nadi berdetak semakin rancak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Perasaan ingin &lt;s&gt;sekali&lt;/s&gt; mengenalinya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tatkala &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bibir&lt;/span&gt; ingin berkata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Rasanya bagai terkunci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Senyuman yang dilempar,bisa menjawab segala pertanyaan yang ingin diketahui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Terasa dingin tubuh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dipanah cinta yang sememangnya &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Namun,mengapa ia begitu mengancam pandangan itu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Adakah cinta sebegini&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; wujud&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Walau apa pun,diri dan hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sudah mabuk kecubung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dilanda perasaan gelora yang tidak bisa dihuraikan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jika pelangi itu indah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Indah lagi perasaan dilubuk jiwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Namun adakah semua pertemuan berakhir dengan kebahagiaan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hidup dipenuhi dengan misteri yang masih belum terbongkar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tetapi ia tetap harus dihiasi dengan haruman kasih sayang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Biar &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gurindam&lt;/span&gt; jiwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Menjadi alunan yang mengisi masa lampauku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dan biarlah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ku dibelai dan dimanja dengan cinta yang tiada dustanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ku hanya &lt;s&gt;gadis&lt;/s&gt; yang ingin dikasih sepenuh hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hanya kesetiaan yang ku harapkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Mungkin&lt;/s&gt; hanya segenggam manusia percaya adanya cinta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Pandang pertama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ku ingin mempercayainya,tapi ku tidak mengenalinya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tak mungkin itu cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Apa dia &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;jujur&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Adakah dia akan &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;setia&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Apa dia sudah&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; berpunya&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jika cinta yang dilafazkan pada saat itu,atas dasar apakah itu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dasar &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;paras rupa&lt;/span&gt;?tanpa mengenali hati budi masing-masing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Is he Mr/&lt;s&gt;Ms&lt;/s&gt; Right,or just Mr/&lt;s&gt;Ms&lt;/s&gt; Right Now??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sememangnya,tiada definasi tepat bagi cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Everythings fair in love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Perhaps,faith's all we need...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sometimes,we just have to leave it up to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Amin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/5461009667069399560-7300179988675932334?l=wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/7300179988675932334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/04/l-o-ve-at-first-sight-mata-bertentang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/7300179988675932334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461009667069399560/posts/default/7300179988675932334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanaayvousmanque.blogspot.com/2009/04/l-o-ve-at-first-sight-mata-bertentang.html' title='love at first sight..'/><author><name>Nur Syazwani♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461009667069399560.post-6157647532478441319</id><published>2009-04-17T17:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:38:52.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beloved besties!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Woootz, A &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;gathering&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;NA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;SYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;RINA&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Dah lame tk meet up, at last everyone's free today..yeay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Currently,in library..(&lt;s&gt;again&lt;/s&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;hahaha! u guys might think i'm like some kinddaa geek..LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;but tts a big &lt;s&gt;NO&lt;/s&gt;!heheh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Aniway chilling with ryna nnn mairah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Cool!Everyone's like glued to their laptop..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(what kind of gathering iz dizz!hmmmphh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;But nvm,at least dpt jgk lepas kan rinduku..hahah..&lt;br /&gt;Mishh both of u laa!(jgn majok kayy mairah..LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Aniways,i'm planning to buy another lappy,(A smaller one..hehhx)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;nnn ttz gonna be mine ONLY..LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Cnt wait seyhh..(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Perhaps,VAIOP..heheh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ouh yarh there's this new craze nw mann..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Everyone's like wanting to go for the 'Anugerah' nnn 'S.I'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;audition..But cool uhz..got ambition..heex..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Even ryna's like wan
