<?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-7907581705037774102</id><updated>2011-07-09T00:27:10.526+08:00</updated><category term='coughcoughcough.   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Had family dinner and off to Taman Jurong Superbowl. Hahaha! The cute yet irritating part is that, this was mummy first time playing bowling and she merge in 2nd place?! Like wth! I played alotttt of times, bt still down. Atleast im in 3rd place. Ok, i'll upload some pics here! Enjoy.  HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMY! And happy birthday to myself :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-2445354533598261332?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/2445354533598261332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/2445354533598261332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/05/celebrated-mummy-and-my-birthday-at.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S-7n-xcoeWI/AAAAAAAAAYA/oKcXObXaJZU/s72-c/SnapClick!1630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-8786901433357867609</id><published>2010-05-03T11:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T11:33:42.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU ♥ , BOYF! &lt;br /&gt;♥farah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-8786901433357867609?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/8786901433357867609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/8786901433357867609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-you-boyf-farah.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-2671830275820579029</id><published>2010-04-19T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T23:25:59.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mohd Arief,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My once beloved and special boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;He’s the guy that tought me thousands and millions of things. He teaches me like a Mother, Teacher, Friend and of course as a Boyfriend. He teaches me to live life, to love ourself, to be independent, to be strong and stronger. to think before say or do anyhting. He teaches me what my teacher in school Don’t. Only god knows  how hard and heavy my heart to let go this special person from my life. he’s my everything. The most rilex, understanding, reliable, responsible boyfriend. he cared for me, alot! he knows every piece of my dark little secret or can say everything under my blood. All! Do you think u want to leave that kind of guy.  But i know with me he suffer alot. well goes same to me, i suffer alot too. just too many sorry and thank you to say to him. god knows everything. How can i live my life now ? start a new leaf and be the new person. ya tuhan. kau saje faham isi hati ini. How to continue life if everyday cry ? everyday without fail  there will be tears rolling down. i dont want everything to end and end up be in the drain. just need to be stronger and remember his beautiful words. “think nonsense you will get nonsense”.  so lastly my love. kau la cinta pertama dan terakhir ku. kau la nyawa ku. kau segalanya. kau la putera raja yang aku ingin dijadikan raja sehari ku. akan ku mendoa setiap hari supaya suatu hari nanti doa ku terkabul. cinta, kau la segalanya bagiku.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sayang mu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurfarahin Sarmi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-2671830275820579029?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/2671830275820579029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/2671830275820579029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/04/mohd-arief-my-once-beloved-and-special.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-6634307654649388992</id><published>2010-04-14T09:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T09:39:04.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60 THINGS A GIRL/LADY/WOMAN WANTS BUT WONT ASK FOR!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Touch her waist.&lt;br /&gt;2. Actually talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;3. Share secrets with her.&lt;br /&gt;4. Give her 1 of your sweatshirts&lt;br /&gt;5. Kiss her slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you remembering this?&lt;br /&gt;6. Hug her.&lt;br /&gt;7. Hold her.&lt;br /&gt;8. Laugh with her.&lt;br /&gt;9. Invite her everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;10. Hangout with her and your friends together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEEP READING&lt;br /&gt;11. Smile with her.&lt;br /&gt;12. Take pictures with her.&lt;br /&gt;13. Pull her onto your lap.&lt;br /&gt;14. When she says she loves you more, deny it. Fight back.&lt;br /&gt;15. When her friends say i love her more than you, deny it. fight back and hug her tight so she can’t get to her friends. it makes her feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you thinking of someone?&lt;br /&gt;16. Always hug her and say hi whenever you see her.&lt;br /&gt;17. Kiss her unexpectedly.&lt;br /&gt;18. Hug her from behind around the waist.&lt;br /&gt;19. Tell her she’s beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;20. Tell her the way you feel about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing you need to do to show her you actually do mean it.&lt;br /&gt;21. Open doors for her, walk her to her car (if any)- it makes her feel protected, plus it never hurts to act like a gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;22. Tell her she’s your everything - ONLY if you mean it.&lt;br /&gt;23. If it seems like there is something wrong, ask her- if she denies something being wrong, it means SHE DOESN’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT- so just hug her.&lt;br /&gt;24. Make her feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;25. Kiss her in front of OTHER girls you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE MIGHT DENY IT BUT WE ACTUALLY LIKE IT AND KINDA WANT YOU TO TICKLE US&lt;br /&gt;26. DON’T lie to her&lt;br /&gt;27. DON’T cheat on her!&lt;br /&gt;28. Take her ANYWHERE she wants&lt;br /&gt;29. Text messege or call her in the morning and tell her have a good day at work {or school}, and how much you MISS her.&lt;br /&gt;30. Be there for her when ever she needs you, &amp; even when she doesn’t need you, just be there so she’ll know that she can ALWAYS count on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU STILL READING THIS? YOU BETTER BECAUSE, IT’S IMPORTANT&lt;br /&gt;31. Hold her close when she’s cold so she can hold YOU too.&lt;br /&gt;32. When you are ALONE hold her close and kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;33. Kiss her on the CHEEK: (it will give her the hint that you want to kiss her).&lt;br /&gt;34. While in the movies, put your arm around her and then she will automatically put her head on your shoulder, then lean in and tilt her chin up and kiss her LIGHTLY.&lt;br /&gt;35. Dont EVER tell her to leave even jokingly or act like you’re mad. If shes upset, comfort her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER ALL THESE THINGS WHEN YOU ARE WITH HER NEXT&lt;br /&gt;36. When people DISS her, stand up for her.&lt;br /&gt;37. Look deep into her EYES and tell her you love her.&lt;br /&gt;38. Lay down under the STARS and put her head on your chest so you can cuddle.&lt;br /&gt;39. When walking next to each other grab her HAND.&lt;br /&gt;40. When you hug her HOLD her in your arms as long as possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKE SURE SHE KNOWS SHES LOVED&lt;br /&gt;41. Call or text her EVERY night to wish her SWEET DREAMS&lt;br /&gt;42. COMFORT her when she cries and wipe away her tears.&lt;br /&gt;43. Take her for LONG walks at night.&lt;br /&gt;44. ALWAYS remind her how much you love her.&lt;br /&gt;45. Sit on top of her and tell her how much u love her and then bend down to her face and kiss her while sitting on her.&lt;br /&gt;46. Rub her back—feels good&lt;br /&gt;47. Give her your coat if she’s cold—thats always cute&lt;br /&gt;48. Write letters on her back with your finger—feels good ;D&lt;br /&gt;49. Let her sit on your lap&lt;br /&gt;50. DON’T poke her hard…but if you want to mess around just do it lightly.&lt;br /&gt;51. HOLD her HAND in PUBLIC.&lt;br /&gt;52. Even if she looks BAD one day tell her she’s BEAUTIFUL&lt;br /&gt;53. Keep conversations flowing…talk about anything usually they just go along with it.&lt;br /&gt;54. If their hair is in their face move it out of her face and then kiss her passionatley and gently.&lt;br /&gt;55. Surprisingly sneek up on her and hug her from behind—loves it.&lt;br /&gt;56. Kiss her in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;57. Pick her up like in The Notebook and kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;58. Slow dance with no music&lt;br /&gt;59. Don’t ignore her or be nerveous around her—everything is going to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;60. Love her, kiss her, hold her, and you’ll be good to go. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;found this somewhere while im doing my work ^^ ♥&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-6634307654649388992?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/6634307654649388992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/6634307654649388992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/04/60-things-girlladywoman-wants-but-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-3139882308789096976</id><published>2010-04-12T13:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T17:54:15.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Wali Band, Yang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang.. Coba kau jujur padaku &lt;br /&gt;Yang.. Foto siapa di dompetmu &lt;br /&gt;Yang? Kok kamu diam begitu &lt;br /&gt;Sayang jawab atau aku pergi sayang &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak mau bicara &lt;br /&gt;Sebelum kau cerita semua &lt;br /&gt;Apa maumu, siapa dirinya &lt;br /&gt;Tak betah bila ada yang lain &lt;br /&gt;Jangan hubungi ku lagi &lt;br /&gt;Ini bisa jadi yang terakhir &lt;br /&gt;Aku ngerti kamu &lt;br /&gt;Kau tak ngerti aku &lt;br /&gt;Sekarang atau tak selamanya &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang.. Jangan kira ku tak tahu &lt;br /&gt;Yang.. Tak mudah kau bodohi ku &lt;br /&gt;Yang? Tolong dengarkanlah aku &lt;br /&gt;Tapi sayang &lt;br /&gt;Masih pantaskah kau kupanggil sayang &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak mau bicara &lt;br /&gt;Sebelum kau cerita semua &lt;br /&gt;Apa maumu, siapa dirinya &lt;br /&gt;Tak betah bila ada yang lain &lt;br /&gt;Jangan hubungi ku lagi &lt;br /&gt;Ini bisa jadi yang terakhir &lt;br /&gt;Aku ngerti kamu &lt;br /&gt;Kau tak ngerti aku &lt;br /&gt;Sekarang atau tak selamanya &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang.. Jangan kira ku tak tahu &lt;br /&gt;Yang.. Tak mudah kau bodohi ku &lt;br /&gt;Yang? Tolong dengarkanlah aku &lt;br /&gt;Tapi sayang &lt;br /&gt;Masih pantaskah kau kupanggil sayang &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salahmu mau bicara &lt;br /&gt;Dan ku akan cerita semua &lt;br /&gt;Apa mauku, siapa dirinya &lt;br /&gt;Karna memang tak ada yang lain &lt;br /&gt;Terus hubungiku lagi &lt;br /&gt;Jangan bilang ini yang terakhir &lt;br /&gt;Aku ngerti kamu &lt;br /&gt;Kamu ngerti aku &lt;br /&gt;Aku sayang kamu selamanya &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak mau bicara &lt;br /&gt;Sebelum kau cerita semua &lt;br /&gt;Apa maumu, siapa dirinya &lt;br /&gt;Tak betah bila ada yang lain &lt;br /&gt;Jangan hubungi ku lagi &lt;br /&gt;Ini bisa jadi yang terakhir &lt;br /&gt;Aku ngerti kamu &lt;br /&gt;Kau tak ngerti aku &lt;br /&gt;Sekarang atau tak selamanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god knows everything . ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-3139882308789096976?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/3139882308789096976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/3139882308789096976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/04/wali-band-yang-yang.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-2193245943135270661</id><published>2010-04-09T16:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:56:40.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;We Are Officially Together For A year :D  (Y) yey! to us! &lt;br /&gt;soo firstly meet baby at bb, then went to school take his cheque then proceed to imm then eat at swensen :D thennnnn we off riding somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S77mvw6GdDI/AAAAAAAAAXY/o2aSUyPXQq0/s1600/SnapClick!1422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S77mvw6GdDI/AAAAAAAAAXY/o2aSUyPXQq0/s320/SnapClick!1422.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458053506676454450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Gift by Baby :D ... a hockey stick !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S77mvTqtACI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/R7Py3nomM9k/s1600/SnapClick!1417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S77mvTqtACI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/R7Py3nomM9k/s320/SnapClick!1417.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458053498827243554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S77mvFpvB-I/AAAAAAAAAXI/0F8QR4SL0X0/s1600/SnapClick!1413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S77mvFpvB-I/AAAAAAAAAXI/0F8QR4SL0X0/s320/SnapClick!1413.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458053495065085922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S77mulBn-LI/AAAAAAAAAXA/3rAalbM_gGE/s1600/SnapClick!1410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S77mulBn-LI/AAAAAAAAAXA/3rAalbM_gGE/s320/SnapClick!1410.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458053486306916530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S77muSNXnII/AAAAAAAAAW4/18epx9BY51s/s1600/SnapClick!1411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S77muSNXnII/AAAAAAAAAW4/18epx9BY51s/s320/SnapClick!1411.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458053481255902338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S77lfCqecPI/AAAAAAAAAWw/zYp8v5jHnrE/s1600/SnapClick!1418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S77lfCqecPI/AAAAAAAAAWw/zYp8v5jHnrE/s320/SnapClick!1418.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458052119873351922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S77leWItM9I/AAAAAAAAAWo/az38nt8Mvdc/s1600/SnapClick!1409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S77leWItM9I/AAAAAAAAAWo/az38nt8Mvdc/s320/SnapClick!1409.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458052107920552914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S77ldnzVNKI/AAAAAAAAAWg/JCPjbT0nx94/s1600/SnapClick!1416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S77ldnzVNKI/AAAAAAAAAWg/JCPjbT0nx94/s320/SnapClick!1416.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458052095482868898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S77ldE0MMQI/AAAAAAAAAWY/B6RYLkGPlro/s1600/SnapClick!1408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S77ldE0MMQI/AAAAAAAAAWY/B6RYLkGPlro/s320/SnapClick!1408.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458052086091231490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S77lc8zjzGI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/wGET0YLeAvc/s1600/SnapClick!1404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S77lc8zjzGI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/wGET0YLeAvc/s320/SnapClick!1404.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458052083941100642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gift by Me to baby ♥ &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, i know this suck without a picture together on our very date. nvm, important thing is we enjoyed together and have fun on the day itself. well he's the greatest , best-test gift ever :D i love him. thanks for everything sweetheart♥. there's too many things for me to say thank you and sorry about.we have learnt alot. super lots of problems and misunderstanding we have overcome while we were togehter. im glad we are over it. but i know it wont stop here forever. it will turn back like a circle and create more ,complicated problem for us. we have to endure and be strong- well much stronger together. i love you for who you are. remember what i said, doesnt mean its our biggest day , we must have the most expensive gifts ever. its the heart that matters alot. i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-2193245943135270661?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/2193245943135270661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/2193245943135270661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/04/we-are-officially-together-for-year-d-y.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S77mvw6GdDI/AAAAAAAAAXY/o2aSUyPXQq0/s72-c/SnapClick!1422.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-2007869860958092698</id><published>2010-04-09T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T15:05:30.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S77RqzvOfGI/AAAAAAAAAWI/RWFjA0lkWSQ/s1600/tumblr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S77RqzvOfGI/AAAAAAAAAWI/RWFjA0lkWSQ/s320/tumblr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458030331792620642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-2007869860958092698?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/2007869860958092698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/2007869860958092698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S77RqzvOfGI/AAAAAAAAAWI/RWFjA0lkWSQ/s72-c/tumblr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-27073776089649298</id><published>2010-04-05T12:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T13:32:36.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S7l1RfXTwaI/AAAAAAAAAWA/2L5c4ndR8ck/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S7l1RfXTwaI/AAAAAAAAAWA/2L5c4ndR8ck/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456521366873555362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEEEEEZZ! lonngg lonng time never update eh. ok now, im working at ... only baby and people saw me there, knows where im working. soo jyeah, today meeting boyf, don't know go where. he also never tell. but what i know which he also never tell me that today we celebrating our &lt;B&gt;FIRST YEAR ANNIVERSARY &lt;/B&gt; wuhhuooo!! ok longgggg waiting for this moment yaww ! cannot get too excited as our date is not today but tomorrow. soo yess, tmrw then can be happy ok. Lols! im excited to give him the gift. which actually not that muchh but its the thoughts that count babeeyy!&lt;br /&gt;, really hope he's not reading this before we meet up. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IYYAAAAKKSSS! next week start schooling readyy. WAHHHHH ! homework not done as i dont know where to get the source from. and you know doing html is not as easy as u think. i ts actually wayyy complicated. one letter missing there you go , BYE BYE! Jyeah! later school re-open , no more mister Sim Botak ... it's mister yang, that's not young. teehee Lame! mann, im not ready for school. no more projectsss assignment please. it hurts my back bringing all the burden. okok im somehow excited to go the new west campus, hahahaa. but im scared. go there mustt really controlllll ourself, no no give our number to no one okay! and must keep eye on him. HAHAHAHAHHAAAAA ! baby watch out im looking at ur ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh yes, btw thanks too &lt;u&gt;Nurul Thaqifah&lt;/u&gt; for getting me that job. *winksss* well it was by luck chance for me to get that job as you know that hockey is always top in my list :D and samore now is our league season. soo yess, busy with trainings on the weekdays and busy on weekends are usual. buut nowadays, im lack of training and my fitness - DROOOOPPPP! lonng time never run, longg time nooo sprint, longg time never hit that ball. since the first game i have this pain, which at first its just only a stiches, after the 2nd game that is the next week of the first game, the pain become pain to aiyoooo cannot tahan. on wednesday, went to docter and he said my stomach masok angin, is the same like gastric. ):  now the pain is going away bit by bit, but my cough , high fever and flu STRUCK me. hahahaaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now time to wake boyf upa nd get change and bye bye ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps, happy first anni love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-27073776089649298?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/27073776089649298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/27073776089649298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/04/geeeeezz-lonngg-lonng-time-never-update.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S7l1RfXTwaI/AAAAAAAAAWA/2L5c4ndR8ck/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-2929507004793103089</id><published>2010-04-03T02:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T02:07:12.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well well well. it's me again. =D. just wanna post something here. found this vid on utube and it was sooo soo long ago. misses this time like what the hell. haish. sad to see this has to end. =(. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LoAX4NMdm_4&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/LoAX4NMdm_4&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;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-2929507004793103089?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/2929507004793103089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/2929507004793103089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-4528500598753016245</id><published>2010-03-26T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:22:03.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yikes. . So long never update blog. Hahaha. . Busy babeh. Aite. Life, it's kind a sucks when it comes to money. Like seriously. For me, I got alot of thing to think about. Insurance, mods, this, that and that. If you know what I mean. Lazy to elaborate ya know. For the record, I managed to overcome the urge to buy me a pack of ciggies for 2 days. Lols. Just 2 days. Yeah. Haha. Now stopped working with Domino's pizza and now working as a rider at Delifrance and Oishi Pizza. Where? Find it out yourself. Hahaha. This few days experienced alot of things and began to understand about my own beautiful gorgeous baby. My SPARK. Hahahahah! Honey confirm kembang sekejap. But too bad, it's not u. Hahaha. Well, my girlfriend is all what I have other then my bike. Don't worry. Hehe. And and and FINALLY, my summon of 300 already settled! Woooooo! Hahaha. . Happy2. . but have to pay parents back when got my pay. Grrrr. As for my bike, yeah, alot of thing I learnt on how to mod it, design and make it fast. All equals to $$! Grrrr. Wait long long. Hahaha. Aite. I got no idea what to post. Toodles!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Baby, get experience on working, but not experience other thing alright? Watch it, I'm working under the same mall as you. &gt;(. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-4528500598753016245?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/4528500598753016245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/4528500598753016245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/03/yikes.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-7869053258350747857</id><published>2010-03-22T14:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T14:38:17.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S6cPJBAZoDI/AAAAAAAAAV4/AlxuwZYpmLA/s1600-h/SnapClick!1244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S6cPJBAZoDI/AAAAAAAAAV4/AlxuwZYpmLA/s320/SnapClick!1244.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451342521518628914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S6cPIxBXHWI/AAAAAAAAAVw/9YTFJU1nA-k/s1600-h/SnapClick!1243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S6cPIxBXHWI/AAAAAAAAAVw/9YTFJU1nA-k/s320/SnapClick!1243.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451342517227691362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S6cPIekaKWI/AAAAAAAAAVo/AHrWcxDKCQM/s1600-h/SnapClick!1242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S6cPIekaKWI/AAAAAAAAAVo/AHrWcxDKCQM/s320/SnapClick!1242.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451342512274418018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S6cPIEItrKI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Yh5qQ2wV27Q/s1600-h/SnapClick!1239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S6cPIEItrKI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Yh5qQ2wV27Q/s320/SnapClick!1239.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451342505178934434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S6cPHtDUs5I/AAAAAAAAAVY/vg4FxkZXlBA/s1600-h/SnapClick!1238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S6cPHtDUs5I/AAAAAAAAAVY/vg4FxkZXlBA/s320/SnapClick!1238.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451342498982310802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Outdated picturesss taken when this girl and i went to swimming at jurong east swimming complex like 2 weeks ago ? yesss. haha and thanks to this belooodyy friend of mine make me forget that i lost my cekak, head band, in 99 bus. assy! thats the only cekak i left while my red headband is with carla. =.=' breeeeeekkk!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-7869053258350747857?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/7869053258350747857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/7869053258350747857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/03/outdated-picturesss-taken-when-this.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S6cPJBAZoDI/AAAAAAAAAV4/AlxuwZYpmLA/s72-c/SnapClick!1244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-1723718241877426617</id><published>2010-03-11T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T22:39:33.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; GAHHHHHHHH! everthing really piss me off. first with the schedule of training + Div 1 game = i'll be dead soon. It is because, i thought our game, Div1 will starting like in 2 or 3 months time, suddenly during training on wednesday night, they inform us by giving a small slip paper with game schedule on it. and our first game falls on the day when we- boyfriend,his friends and i going to sentosa. pfffft! its on sat. well i do took note that our games always falls on the weekends unless its a postpone game. but it really suck when it falls on that day! *crying* then "dearest" coach came up with an idea of having training- fitness on saturday evening, everyone was like hell begging for morning training. i mean its better right even the sun is just on top of our head. soo yes, he change it to every sat before the league starts at East Coast Park. Wth =.=" ECP.. isnt that likee damn near. haixx.but lucky couple of my seniors were also from the west side, so yaaaa im going to get a ride with them. hmm. so i thought like after training must have planning, if not i'll just stay at there at picnic!! :D we gonna have our running on &lt;U&gt;SAND &lt;/U&gt; did i say sand ? hell yes. ohh man, its the most hardest "way" to run. haiyaa. 1hour of fitness,and 2 leftover hour for games- activities, so not hockey. hahahaaa. Now really need to RE-PLAN our planning with beloved boyf. i almost cried when i know about this planning. i dont kow why i get too emotional, even its just an update, but including the msges from the botak, really pissed me off. there's like soo many things i need to handle. which actually foward the msges -.-" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my dearest beloved boyf. Have not been meeting him for like daysssss. since he have work and even we are in the same school. but our break timing are diff and our class ending time are all jumble up. soo thats hard. Now with this new freaking thing up, we can possiblel meet up on sun, and tues :D other than our school days. haiyaaaaaa~ preasurreeeeee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS/ i love you boyf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-1723718241877426617?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/1723718241877426617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/1723718241877426617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/03/gahhhhhhhh-everthing-really-piss-me-off.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-77114485694976679</id><published>2010-03-10T02:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T02:36:16.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Good Nite Dear. Even it's hard, i still Love You.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-77114485694976679?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/77114485694976679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/77114485694976679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-nite-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-5912912529995455085</id><published>2010-03-09T20:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:13:50.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEY ! I've got the picturesss from sweetheart ready .. to view it, please go to my Facebook. will upload some of the pictures only. if want me to uplad all, it will take hours to be up as theres more than 200 pictures to be uploaded. Soo jyeah , wont talk any longer. enjoy the scrolling down :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S5ZVmsMp4dI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/NvXgrPR2Mkg/s1600-h/DSC_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S5ZVmsMp4dI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/NvXgrPR2Mkg/s400/DSC_0236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446634922538820050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S5ZU4YyZd3I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-po6ttzgQQQ/s1600-h/DSC_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S5ZU4YyZd3I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-po6ttzgQQQ/s400/DSC_0086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446634127054436210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S5ZU32cX9EI/AAAAAAAAAVA/TTsrXWBsSnE/s1600-h/DSC_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S5ZU32cX9EI/AAAAAAAAAVA/TTsrXWBsSnE/s400/DSC_0084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446634117835256898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S5ZU3EqxbXI/AAAAAAAAAU4/AzPU4xo-kXQ/s1600-h/DSC_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S5ZU3EqxbXI/AAAAAAAAAU4/AzPU4xo-kXQ/s400/DSC_0072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446634104473873778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S5ZU16XaA-I/AAAAAAAAAUw/XEpcKTGY2Ls/s1600-h/DSC_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S5ZU16XaA-I/AAAAAAAAAUw/XEpcKTGY2Ls/s400/DSC_0045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446634084528423906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S5ZU1IKkxvI/AAAAAAAAAUo/hxOcTlqP8no/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S5ZU1IKkxvI/AAAAAAAAAUo/hxOcTlqP8no/s400/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446634071052830450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The out-to-town was totally awesome. :D its not a long term of planning. i thought it was an date-outing with sweetheart, but then he said that the Aoi's are joining us too. so i was oh okay. i dont mind. then when we reached there. there's the Aoi, Jepon, Aida, Shida, and one of their chinese friend. the whole day was busy capturing pictures of them and me and boyfriend are not in. hahah :D went to Ion, *Scape Youth Park for the Flea Market and walk walk walk to dont know where. till here TOodlessssdoo ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-5912912529995455085?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/5912912529995455085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/5912912529995455085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/03/yey-ive-got-picturesss-from-sweetheart.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S5ZVmsMp4dI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/NvXgrPR2Mkg/s72-c/DSC_0236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-6128711909691638474</id><published>2010-03-03T08:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T10:24:54.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S43H_LcH8TI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Qp93Rr2m4rU/s1600-h/team+blue+feather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S43H_LcH8TI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Qp93Rr2m4rU/s400/team+blue+feather.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444227412777234738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things this week are uglyyy suck ! D: Lotsss of bad things , not say bad laaa. But things that is out of expection happended. really that sucks alott. Previously went to Team Blue Feather 32th Anni Celebration. When i reached there, i was like dragging my jaw on the ground as that was my first time attending that kind of event. Hahaha :D boyfriend even tease me, "first time kan ?" i gave him a look that some kind malu ready "diam uh" haha. stayed there till 930 and boyfriend sent home. then he went over to TTSH , something happened. but not to worry not to sorry everything is fine (: ... before attend that event, firstly ive plan with her to walk walk at vivo, when theres no one at home and im freakkinggg bored. so yarrhh, walkwalk then boyfriend sent me text ask him to follow as kak phyfee aslo tagging along. the chalet was great, happenning! :D the food and the cake was superb. meet lots of humans there. and i met my new boyfriend too. sadly i dont know his name. butttt He's CUTEEE ! haha, he's a small boy la. he feeling feeling hindustan and play like "chak-chak" around the lampost with me. -_-" i know thats cuteee. hahah, dengan anak siape tahh aku berhindustan. Till here. Toodledoo ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:  will the gap opening be bigger or it will be smaller...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-6128711909691638474?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/6128711909691638474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/6128711909691638474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-this-week-are-uglyyy-suck-d.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S43H_LcH8TI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Qp93Rr2m4rU/s72-c/team+blue+feather.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-6771958212448937655</id><published>2010-02-23T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T00:46:13.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just a sentence here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;c&gt;&lt;u&gt;If this goes on. I'm gonna &lt;b&gt;shut down&lt;/b&gt; this entire thing. That's all. Bye.&lt;/c&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Antoo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-6771958212448937655?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/6771958212448937655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/6771958212448937655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-sentence-here.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-681004869947009190</id><published>2010-02-19T18:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T22:36:32.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello ! :D Just now was at Bukit Batok Library, ALONE. -___-" I seriously have no other better place to go do sit and wait for aunt to come back. Haiyaa! Just came back from this building at Middle Road, FZD School of Design for donnoe what. Ok, in bus damn stupidlyy sleepy like hell. then after that when reached school stuck in the library, wanting to ask sayang for help but i know he's busy and tired. so nevermind. then at around 7pm reached home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ok, apa yang boleh saya katakan sekarang ini di dalam blog cinta kami? -.-"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that wasss random. i got nothing to do and what to say. ohh yes, (Y)YEY! to sayang for getting himself a job. like finally, that is what he really want after he made a silly mistake -.-" erm and jyeah he didnt got it alone, but with abang Aoi. good laa atleast i know sayang is always save and "terjage", and not alone. good! hrrmm. sayang just got back from the training at his workplace, and now sleeping,maybe he's too tired. nvm let him rest. yesterday night also he went out riding with abang Aoi, a short one.  &lt;br /&gt; tomorrow abang getting engage.., sunday, i got game, sayang go gig -.-"      :D    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok i gotta shut myself for now. &lt;center&gt;toddlleeeesdooooo !&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-681004869947009190?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/681004869947009190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/681004869947009190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-d-just-now-was-at-bukit-batok.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-9106024274308896592</id><published>2010-02-14T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T01:05:37.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3gl4nKCSXI/AAAAAAAAAUA/sjgicw12Tu0/s1600-h/SnapClick1027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3gl4nKCSXI/AAAAAAAAAUA/sjgicw12Tu0/s400/SnapClick1027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438138204563851634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;sayang ,&lt;br /&gt;im sorry to make you feel irritated by my question. but im here felt the same thing when i tried to contact you but you never pick up all my calls. im sorry sayang. about tomorrow, i hope you will enjoy your day there and have fun. i know you know how i feel, and so i hope you wont just go with empty words. to leave me worrying about you. even you going or you dont, dont do it in silence. now, maybe not the right time to talk to you, which i wanted to. but maybe tomorrow or when u come back. takecare dear. hope you read this post before you leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;iloveyou&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-9106024274308896592?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/9106024274308896592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/9106024274308896592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/02/sayang-im-sorry-to-make-you-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3gl4nKCSXI/AAAAAAAAAUA/sjgicw12Tu0/s72-c/SnapClick1027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-3215055596993321185</id><published>2010-02-09T21:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:18:22.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3FudDGoOkI/AAAAAAAAASg/CNSy7YOvwBw/s1600-h/SnapClick!1029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3FudDGoOkI/AAAAAAAAASg/CNSy7YOvwBw/s320/SnapClick!1029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436247670541269570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lottsssssa funn with sayang♥ and yes never go to school cox its my off day. and sayang claim that he is sick. hahaha so meet up at bb and off to bukit timah to have our lunch and Vroooooommm ! to ECP :D the mostt ever thing that ive been dream since longgg time ago. lazy to elaborate moree here the pic. Enjoy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only handfull of pic is not Spoilt by sayang♥ , like finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3FtIw2M2FI/AAAAAAAAASI/b7HzWNKYs0M/s1600-h/SnapClick!1025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3FtIw2M2FI/AAAAAAAAASI/b7HzWNKYs0M/s320/SnapClick!1025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436246222531516498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3FtIgZagHI/AAAAAAAAASA/c_OJvuYDAJo/s1600-h/SnapClick!1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3FtIgZagHI/AAAAAAAAASA/c_OJvuYDAJo/s320/SnapClick!1024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436246218115809394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3FtIVTBc_I/AAAAAAAAAR4/0_VCYCMrvOM/s1600-h/SnapClick!1014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3FtIVTBc_I/AAAAAAAAAR4/0_VCYCMrvOM/s320/SnapClick!1014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436246215136211954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3FtHyVpLEI/AAAAAAAAARw/Le3s0CYm5Uc/s1600-h/SnapClick!1007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3FtHyVpLEI/AAAAAAAAARw/Le3s0CYm5Uc/s320/SnapClick!1007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436246205751962690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny snapp :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3FrwwRx2PI/AAAAAAAAARo/RTmDE0232s0/s1600-h/SnapClick!1028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3FrwwRx2PI/AAAAAAAAARo/RTmDE0232s0/s320/SnapClick!1028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436244710550264050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3FrwmsoVYI/AAAAAAAAARg/8neya5dyrZE/s1600-h/SnapClick!1027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3FrwmsoVYI/AAAAAAAAARg/8neya5dyrZE/s320/SnapClick!1027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436244707978532226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3FrwNBqRYI/AAAAAAAAARY/3GlLqOWK8fU/s1600-h/SnapClick!1026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3FrwNBqRYI/AAAAAAAAARY/3GlLqOWK8fU/s320/SnapClick!1026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436244701087417730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3Frv7DRJ_I/AAAAAAAAARQ/7VVoTJB5qeE/s1600-h/SnapClick!1003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3Frv7DRJ_I/AAAAAAAAARQ/7VVoTJB5qeE/s320/SnapClick!1003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436244696262322162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3FrvJH1XrI/AAAAAAAAARI/JrRxXko5Tjk/s1600-h/SnapClick!1011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3FrvJH1XrI/AAAAAAAAARI/JrRxXko5Tjk/s320/SnapClick!1011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436244682859699890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3FrD3viHlI/AAAAAAAAARA/EvpJGE_W-dc/s1600-h/SnapClick!1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3FrD3viHlI/AAAAAAAAARA/EvpJGE_W-dc/s320/SnapClick!1000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436243939459997266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3FrDk3sjVI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/X1IBX_c2two/s1600-h/SnapClick!994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3FrDk3sjVI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/X1IBX_c2two/s320/SnapClick!994.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436243934393961810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3FrDWRR6-I/AAAAAAAAAQw/tooFCHmqfew/s1600-h/SnapClick!984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3FrDWRR6-I/AAAAAAAAAQw/tooFCHmqfew/s320/SnapClick!984.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436243930474736610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3FrC1EE18I/AAAAAAAAAQo/EhcPJMv2Zv8/s1600-h/SnapClick!981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3FrC1EE18I/AAAAAAAAAQo/EhcPJMv2Zv8/s320/SnapClick!981.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436243921560983490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3FrCuZ15HI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ZwQ1aAQPQSM/s1600-h/SnapClick!980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3FrCuZ15HI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ZwQ1aAQPQSM/s320/SnapClick!980.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436243919773230194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3FuGZPcrgI/AAAAAAAAASQ/n1z-5G0457o/s1600-h/SnapClick!1010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3FuGZPcrgI/AAAAAAAAASQ/n1z-5G0457o/s320/SnapClick!1010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436247281346850306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, sayang, thank you for the pooh flower C: love youuuuuu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-3215055596993321185?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/3215055596993321185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/3215055596993321185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/02/had-lottsssssa-funn-with-sayang-and-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S3FudDGoOkI/AAAAAAAAASg/CNSy7YOvwBw/s72-c/SnapClick!1029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-2078400008178187124</id><published>2010-02-08T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T19:19:50.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2_xxHarNCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/idyN8BMPeEA/s1600-h/5ff2da698b3b76e8cdb9d0576e73d737_XL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2_xxHarNCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/idyN8BMPeEA/s320/5ff2da698b3b76e8cdb9d0576e73d737_XL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435829101366293538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2_xwrsEB3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/HYwri4ciQ3Q/s1600-h/lc-135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2_xwrsEB3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/HYwri4ciQ3Q/s320/lc-135.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435829093923030898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first pic, that's the pipe that I really want. But what to do. Need to pay a summon of 300 before can thing of this pipe coming into my hand. Geeez. What a burden. Why must the NEA must be there at that time!? Argh! Never mind. A summon is a summon. What I must do is pay. Walao. The other picture, believe it or not, that's spark LC135. Mod to race. Cool eh? Wait till I die to mod my bike. Obviously illegal on the road. Sheessh. Searching for job, real hard. Want to earn money to pay for the summon. Such a heavy load of cash! Haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;To Baby&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to postpone today plan. I can't avoid it. As you know, my kitchen blew up once cause of the gas leak and mom had a trauma after that thing exploded. I was on my way back to school when I kept recieving calls non stop. Found out, it was mom, crying to ask me to go home now and accompany her till the gas man come to repair. I can't just leave my mom like that. I'm the one that closest to her, I mean school and I have a transport to dash there if I'm outside. I can just ignore her and let the kitchen blew up into pieces. I know, you missed me damn hell and I do too. Who says that I don't wanna meet you and spend out time even just a moment? It's a urgent matter. I agree that things comes out each time we have a plan. But what can WE do? You can't escape your hockey and I can't escape that my mom is crying! I'm sorry alright? I really hope you read this post and think about what I've just said. I'm going out later with Aoi. He asked me to lepak with him at al azhar suddenly. Maybe to make me jealous of the pipe that's just installed on the SPARK. Grrr!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here. Toodledooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-2078400008178187124?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/2078400008178187124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/2078400008178187124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-first-pic-thats-pipe-that-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2_xxHarNCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/idyN8BMPeEA/s72-c/5ff2da698b3b76e8cdb9d0576e73d737_XL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-2698085666554847045</id><published>2010-02-08T10:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T14:47:57.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2-F3u80UdI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ceMkvuEhyA0/s1600-h/f_loveballoonm_79dfabc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2-F3u80UdI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ceMkvuEhyA0/s400/f_loveballoonm_79dfabc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435710467801895378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting by the bay, waiting for love ♥  &lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likeeee finally after three days of waiting, sayang♥ is finally home. YES waited till like the whole world is going to be over, but then, at 930pm, Sayang♥ text and said that he's at Jb customs. there i go awwwwwwwww ! yey! sayang♥ da balik. ☺ texting him till like he's home. and stop for awhile, which i thought he's already asleep. but then, he's busy with fb . -_-" sayang♥ did bought for me something, a necklace. nicee C: thank you sayang♥ and he bought like the most expensive earpiece for himself? -.-" likeee wth. a earpiece which cost hundred over ringgit. and atlast today in school got to meet him :D ohmy what did i just post ? a boring post nyeee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to my dearest beautiful meaningful person in my life on saturday, after came back from game. ohh ya about the saturday game with crescent, seriously dont wish to elaborate about it as it really make a heart-ache. one thing i can say, hell those umpire. _|_ &lt;br /&gt;i asked her about almost the things that un-answered question that have been stuck in my head for like years ? haiyaaa. so since im the youngest then i cant be like one of them ? soo till forever i wont be matured in their mind. so even as my age is almost scratching to 20 ? im still considered young because im the youngest ? blrugghh~&lt;br /&gt;tried to talk to you to be nice, even my talks are just only asking some stupid question but atleast like SOMETHING. feeling like u are not interested to know the daily life of mine. haix. soo should i as your sister be bothered about it or ignore it and worst-sen the relationship between us as siblings/family. &lt;br /&gt;cant wait for the &lt;U&gt;2nd&lt;/U&gt; most happiest day of him. hahaha :D &lt;br /&gt;an advance congrats to you. stay happy and keep having the love!♥♥ thinggy in you both C:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-2698085666554847045?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/2698085666554847045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/2698085666554847045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/02/sitting-by-bay-waiting-for-love-likeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2-F3u80UdI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ceMkvuEhyA0/s72-c/f_loveballoonm_79dfabc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-3059713844193158290</id><published>2010-02-07T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:51:04.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back from KL. Tired. First thing I saw in FB made me MAD!. Aman and Cik Pul RIDE WITH YOSHIMURA! WAAARGHHHHHHH!!!! BINGET ARHH!!! Phew. Relief abit. Still. I'm JEALOUS AND MAD! GRRRRR!! I ALONE STANDARD! Never mind. SLowly. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt; BABY! BUY ME A YOSHIMURA FULL SYSTEM CARBON/TITAN! JUST 800 BUCKS! PLEEEASSEE!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt; okay done. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-3059713844193158290?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/3059713844193158290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/3059713844193158290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-came-back-from-kl.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-6215760612205521665</id><published>2010-02-07T00:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T00:16:00.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S22Vpycq4bI/AAAAAAAAAP4/emDj4hUuacU/s1600-h/kampung-baru-stall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S22Vpycq4bI/AAAAAAAAAP4/emDj4hUuacU/s320/kampung-baru-stall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435164870455255474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired. Just came back from eat at Kampong Bahru Nasi Lemak. Power! Yesterday, went to METALASIA's guitarist's house. Fuuh. 3rd celebrity house I've step into. This time, it was GRAND! A bungalow, 3 storey high, with built in recording studio and a 2nd storey garden. Cool. Hang out with Metalasia band members and it was fun! Reached there about 10 plus and went home at 3. Reached Cik Pul's hotel at 3.30. Slept over at his hotel and went home to auntie's house at 10 a.m. Slept again till 2 plus. Bath and proceeded to KLCC to do some shopping. I wanted to buy shoe, but instead, I bought for my brothers. I didn't bought the thing that I wanted. Except for a Crocs sandal so I can wear for riding. Bought 2 shoes and it cost a bomb. Don't wanna trouble mom so I didn't bought a shoe. Sheeesh. What to do. Sacrifice. After went to KLCC, met with Cik Pul and went to Times Square for the theme park. Enjoyed with him and met mom and went eat at the Kampong Bahru. F.Y.I, Kampong Bahru was where I grew up till 4 yrs old and moved to Johor before Singapore. Dead beat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; baby, I miss you too. I miss you soooooo much and sorry for the late wish, happy official anniversary. it's finally 10th month eh? Gone thru lotsa stuff yeah. Haha. I love you, and I swear I do. I bought you something here but it's not that expensive. Cause I myself don't have enough money for myself to spent. Haish. Wait for my return okay? Will go back home tomorrow at afternoon and will reach prolly at night. Love you baby!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-6215760612205521665?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/6215760612205521665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/6215760612205521665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/02/tired.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S22Vpycq4bI/AAAAAAAAAP4/emDj4hUuacU/s72-c/kampung-baru-stall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-1766604676407917236</id><published>2010-02-05T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T22:55:46.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2wkRr-FwtI/AAAAAAAAAPw/dR0BMnSLNI0/s1600-h/SnapClick948-1-1,.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2wkRr-FwtI/AAAAAAAAAPw/dR0BMnSLNI0/s400/SnapClick948-1-1,.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434758736608871122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Sayanggggggg ! ): sadly, i give him msg in Msn, but he didnt reply. maybe because he just too busy. yahhh you know when family meet family. -_-" &lt;br /&gt;Mannn! im likee freaaking bored, fb cant sign in like wth ! baby is away. damn it! i miss him alot ! cepattt laaaa sunday ! haiyaaaa. tomorrow having game with cresent. i dont know what to feel as now i dont feel anything. just one, imissyou. blergghh ! deary text or post more here honeyy. what to do now, packed hockey stuff, watched tv, MUST SET ALARM! if not tmrw gonna be late again. and i guess sleep ? yaaarh. ok goodnight sayang. Love you. takecare. Jangan Menggatal, please. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. im missing you badly ): i love you alot, so much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-1766604676407917236?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/1766604676407917236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/1766604676407917236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-miss-my-sayanggggggg-sadly-i-give-him.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2wkRr-FwtI/AAAAAAAAAPw/dR0BMnSLNI0/s72-c/SnapClick948-1-1,.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-8169120029215471404</id><published>2010-02-05T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T18:46:19.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2v0tuuZ3xI/AAAAAAAAAPY/TmI9Flx_-TA/s1600-h/grusskarte_sorry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2v0tuuZ3xI/AAAAAAAAAPY/TmI9Flx_-TA/s320/grusskarte_sorry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434706441826590482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sorry baby I had to go KL with my mum in a sudden. She woke me up in the morning for school and suddenly she told me I do not need to go. Cause she scared that it's gonna jammed up on the immigration if we go later. Sheesh. So, now I'm in KL. Just reach and dead tired. Whole day in bus and only some stop for smoke breaks and toilet. Sheesh. So now resting up a bit, later on meeting with Cik Epul and then we'll go visit Metalasia in their studio. Cool. Baby, don't worry. I'm fine here and I reached safely. So, you better take care of yourself and don't be naughty. I won't be naughty here cause if I'm naughty, my bill gonna bomb if message the girls here. Like Aoi says, "Nanti takde KREDIT! Kene top up Celcom susah nati." hahaha! here some funny things I found while on the way to my mak cik's house.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ah Huat Famous Chicken Rice.(usually in malaysia there's translation in malay)&lt;br /&gt;Ah Huat Mee Ikan Terkenal. WHATS THE LINK BETWEEN CHICKEN RICE AND FISH NOODLE?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a car with a logo SUBARU. That's the logo. But the car, KANCIL! Walao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, till here. Will update more if I saw more funny stuff. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I Love you baby. and Happy Advance anniversary! I LOVE U!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-8169120029215471404?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/8169120029215471404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/8169120029215471404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/02/sorry-baby-i-had-to-go-kl-with-my-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2v0tuuZ3xI/AAAAAAAAAPY/TmI9Flx_-TA/s72-c/grusskarte_sorry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-7501467887141605535</id><published>2010-02-05T09:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T10:10:00.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2t5XTaUO1I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/jnGe4K2DeAI/s1600-h/sad-face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2t5XTaUO1I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/jnGe4K2DeAI/s400/sad-face.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434570816607238994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt this lil sweetheart cute ? found this in google search after meeting Sayang♥ at infront office just now. It was a normal usual morning , its just that im Abit Late :) and then text Sayang♥ wishing him goodmorning. ok it does take me some time to receive his reply. nevermind. suddenly receive a text from him saying, goodmorning, meet me infront office in ten mins. i ask why, then he never reply soo i just yaaaa waited for 10 mins and walk out from the class and headed to the office and waited for him. A few seconds later , saw a familiar bike, it Sayang♥.. SHockingly he's not in school uniform. soemething not right here. walk towards Sayang♥ and give him a blurr face with a sad face in return. im going KL now...  ): as usual expression change and giving a pity sad face. He's leaving me... talk and wish Sayang♥ happy advance anni and walk off. dissapointed in there. i miss him alot. even we just met up yesterday spend time together, but, Aiyaaaaa! only Sayang♥ know how i feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS/ Sayang♥ Enjoy your shopping and dont forget to get me something. Imissyou and I lovee you♥♥♥♥. takecare and save trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-7501467887141605535?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/7501467887141605535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/7501467887141605535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/02/isnt-this-lil-sweetheart-cute-found.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2t5XTaUO1I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/jnGe4K2DeAI/s72-c/sad-face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-6060620782484953473</id><published>2010-02-03T10:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T10:59:12.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2jkXfh6q_I/AAAAAAAAAPI/fo5DfF4wrEU/s1600-h/3950434120_aa7ce565aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2jkXfh6q_I/AAAAAAAAAPI/fo5DfF4wrEU/s400/3950434120_aa7ce565aa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433844042674383858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling soo ,like the above picture, after sayang said something about it then everything is cooled down . erk gotta go for next lesson C: takecare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-6060620782484953473?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/6060620782484953473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/6060620782484953473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/02/feeling-soo-like-above-picture-after.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2jkXfh6q_I/AAAAAAAAAPI/fo5DfF4wrEU/s72-c/3950434120_aa7ce565aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-6600860147200340838</id><published>2010-01-31T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T14:16:48.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2UfcgPpz5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/m6AHPmT2Jow/s1600-h/13012010(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2UfcgPpz5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/m6AHPmT2Jow/s320/13012010(004).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432783100044758930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2UfjH50_9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/TGBBlu67Hm4/s1600-h/SnapClick!803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2UfjH50_9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/TGBBlu67Hm4/s400/SnapClick!803.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432783213769850834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from this three bitch , one of them is Nur' Fadhilah Joey Adams! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUU SWEETHEART :D &lt;33 wooooohuuuoo, someone is eighteen laaa! legal uh.. sorry cant present you with any gift. no moneyy laaa. sorry girl .C: hope you enjoy ur day with ur love ones. and grow taller C: joking laaa.;D &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY :D&lt;/strong&gt; we lovee you , friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-6600860147200340838?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/6600860147200340838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/6600860147200340838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/01/from-this-three-bitch-one-of-them-is.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2UfcgPpz5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/m6AHPmT2Jow/s72-c/13012010(004).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-3525664433900487772</id><published>2010-01-31T13:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T14:07:53.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2UU8ajCwWI/AAAAAAAAAOg/BQ6drMCsrDc/s1600-h/SnapClick!850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2UU8ajCwWI/AAAAAAAAAOg/BQ6drMCsrDc/s320/SnapClick!850.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432771553643381090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2UUz1uvsjI/AAAAAAAAAOY/85mEU2Z3zMI/s1600-h/SnapClick!847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2UUz1uvsjI/AAAAAAAAAOY/85mEU2Z3zMI/s320/SnapClick!847.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432771406321398322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2UUn6DaQKI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Ndl6cRHPEjk/s1600-h/SnapClick!844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2UUn6DaQKI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Ndl6cRHPEjk/s320/SnapClick!844.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432771201323384994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore those stupid looking faces, its uglyyy man. hahaha:D my phone flash is too bright, so there goes my eyes like closing while snapping it. ~ &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JYEEEEAHHHHHHHHHHHH !! &lt;strong&gt;Like Finally Sayang Got To Own A Bike !&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAHAH! yes like he said in his previous post. my expression was like, "woahhhhh! ehhhhhhhh whennn you bought this bikeeeee ???! " hahahahhaa with his JUst Smiling Reaction  -__________-" that was sooo pathetic. ;D then he said, just now morning .. i know i didnt inform you. and there goes im smiling all the way. but in that smile im actually worried because im having game that day at delta, redhill and then i must be there by 2 but im still under my void deck till 1.40 pm.. -.-"   hiasssh!&lt;br /&gt;then go on to the road. Sayang is really serve him right to get that tight hug from me as he knows that was like my first time riding bike in singapore. the last time i ride bike was like more than 10 years ago and that is like at malaysia,kamponga area. haiyyaaaa. atlast reached delta with save journey ard 2.10pm. pass the helmet and run in!! changed warm up and rest. play around with the balls and the game started. our opponent have my good friend there. aqilah C: damn it! the game was like ... i dont know for me it sucks! really sucks! not because if my teammates or the opponent. but because of myself, my play. damn it . how i wish coach was there to guide us. ): atleast kena scolding pon ok what. for better not worsen it. first half, we leading with 2-1. once they score the one goal that really open our eyes man ! hmm, then after getting those shouts from the seniors dring half time, the second half was same, awfull play from me. -________________________________-" &lt;br /&gt;but we scored a goal. soo at the end of the game had a hug from aqilah and we leaving the pitch with score 3-1  C: WE WONNNNNNNN!  before get back to our place where is at the spectators seat, we had our cheer, CHAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ! Loudly and PROUDLY ! hahaha! ;DD i wasnt that happy laaa cox i know that game was my suckiest game. nvm. after that have a group talk and then bad things started to happened. between mieera and anna. i seriously dont know what happened but seriously like an emo day, people crying here and there. ok lettsss jumped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after bathing went meet sayang, abg aoi and kakak phyfee at vivo. they bring thier bikes alongg too. hahaha. kakak phyfee bought this jacket from pull and bear cost her just only 40 bucks, and im jealoussss! cox its nice with red and brown mixtures of colour. niceeeeee tau ! hmpphhff! then after that shop when to banquet, had my lunch  plus dinner there and off to henderson waves. ohhh gosh! accident happen when otw there. it really scares me and shocked , panick me. after get some words from sayang, i cooled down and rilex my mind with the wind. niceeeC: we came late to watch the nice scenery of sunset. when we came its already dark. soo yahhh just slacking around. 830 move off. as i need to go home fast and im dead tired. and sayang is sleepy. he's going to continue his journey of night riding with abg aoi, jepon, wan  and himself. sooo yess. must get enough sleep! hahha. soo ok. reached home, wait from mamy that is also from vivo, lucky never bumped into them, PHEWWWW!~ then talk to them about my game and my broken, open mouth turf shoe. wash up and sleep ! still no photos of sayangs bike, later k ? soonnnnn! yesterday was too tired to smile for picturesss. soo soon! see me on his bike ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, Yeahhh ! sayang really make me break his VIRGIN of his bike !! IM THE FIRST GIRL TO RIDE ON THE BIKE!!!!!! jyeah!! (Y) i loveeeee sayang veryyymuch. not because of his bike, but because he hold on to his word and make me his girl important to him ;D lovee you sweetheart. im left with 1 more surprise, floweerrrrr baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2UeGHSOYKI/AAAAAAAAAOo/NkGsO_ra0mQ/s1600-h/SnapClick!789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2UeGHSOYKI/AAAAAAAAAOo/NkGsO_ra0mQ/s320/SnapClick!789.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432781615875907746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-3525664433900487772?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/3525664433900487772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/3525664433900487772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/01/ignore-those-stupid-looking-faces-its.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2UU8ajCwWI/AAAAAAAAAOg/BQ6drMCsrDc/s72-c/SnapClick!850.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-4918787264045732167</id><published>2010-01-30T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T15:38:56.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEAAAAHHH!! Finally Owned A Bike! SPARK LC 135! Though it's not that powerful, all standard, still it's a bike! YEAHHH!! Bought it today, cash and carry baby! Got a new baby now, so, I got 2 babies! 1, Nur Farahin Sarmi and 2, Spark LC 135. Now it's easy for me to travel around and riding. Still need to think about the maintanance and insurance though. Work! That's the answer. Pity baby FaRAWR. She was kept in a confusion, stressed and frustrated state. Cause I lied to her that I'm not getting a bike. Pooof! Just now, picked her up under her block. Hahaha. How priceless her expression was. Hehehe. Another thing, sayang, can you please don't grab me too hard? I mean when cornering and when I'm squeezing through vehicles? Lucky I haven't had my lunch yet or I vomitted on the road already. Gosh Gosh. Haha. First time riding a bike. Understand. =D. Take time and you'll get use to it. Haha. For now, no pictures yet. Will upload it soon! Weeeee! =D Toodledoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-4918787264045732167?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/4918787264045732167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/4918787264045732167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/01/yeaaaahhh-finally-owned-bike-spark-lc.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-5178442968904031034</id><published>2010-01-28T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:45:36.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiyayayyaak! Bored bored. These past few days, it's happy, it's sad, it's frustrating and etc. Happy, it's when I'm with chatting, meeting baby even it's just awhile, going out with friends and do stuff that makes me happy. For example, went to JB with Aoi. It's really fun. Ya know, you get to hang around at another country, and the best thing, you owned a house there. You and your friends, hang around and no one cares for a moment. It's like whoaaah. For the negative expressions, well, I'll rather keep it to myself and baby. Nowadays, felt really frustrated. Baby knows why. What I wanted didn't come to me. False hope, false talks and stuffs. Urgh! Patience. Patience. Is all what I can do. Saturday, Beach soccer tournament at Siloso Beach. Yuhoooo! 9 a.m have to meet at vivo. Freaking early! By the time we started playing, gosh, gonna get sunburn! Walao! But never mind. We already planned we're gonna jump into the sea after our game. Don't care wether we win or lose! The most important is to ENJOY! Yahooo! Till here. Toodledoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Patience Baby. I'm suffering more and I still can be patience. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-5178442968904031034?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/5178442968904031034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/5178442968904031034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/01/aiyayayyaak-bored-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-8970792483392117507</id><published>2010-01-27T10:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:07:32.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2GYC9Jo8AI/AAAAAAAAAN4/VDGFvBG1ZaU/s1600-h/SnapClick!215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2GYC9Jo8AI/AAAAAAAAAN4/VDGFvBG1ZaU/s320/SnapClick!215.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431789802127683586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clapp hand for Thaqifah C:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEY!(Y) hipphipphoooray! like &lt;strong&gt;ATLAST&lt;/strong&gt; a friend of mine got a course for herself at ITE Simei, nursing. Hmmm not that bad course actually. but eiyfa, meet your new friends there, esp your Sister loveeeee there. same course samore. NO offence people ;D tak dapat dental assis, dapat nursing pon not badd per. tuu laaa ive asked you to take up at BukitBatok, so can meet me everyday dont want. nevermind even you have new friend and and new school, dont forget me horrr! Be like ME C:&lt;br /&gt;see new friends new everything, but i still have time to spend time to you lehh. &lt;em&gt;babe you sure you wanna take nursing ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2GYIUxcu6I/AAAAAAAAAOA/aKuu0toybS8/s1600-h/SnapClick!795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2GYIUxcu6I/AAAAAAAAAOA/aKuu0toybS8/s320/SnapClick!795.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431789894368017314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continueeee. baby bought for me this chocolatyyyy superb nice, even all chocolate taste the same but this is nice C: got no choc that i hate, very dark choco :D he bought this not for fun but only me and him know. hmm baby, ily. dont do it again ok. blergghhhblergghh, ohh man ! meeting baby only during break, are not enough, i wantt more timeee ! iwant to spent more time wwith baby. haiyaaaaaa. idk what to say. but i miss you like hell la sayang ):):):):):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-8970792483392117507?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/8970792483392117507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/8970792483392117507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/01/clapp-hand-for-thaqifah-c-yeyy.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S2GYC9Jo8AI/AAAAAAAAAN4/VDGFvBG1ZaU/s72-c/SnapClick!215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-3689729497165162986</id><published>2010-01-25T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T23:39:35.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; hello , tonight ? wont elaborate much but i need a chocolate ice blend with coconut jelly and dairy milk cadbury chocolate to make me feel happy C: now, i want to continue sleeping like pig. im sleepy. tomorrow, ONLY ORANG GILA GO SCHOOL ;D &lt;br /&gt;goodnight readers. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-3689729497165162986?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/3689729497165162986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/3689729497165162986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-tonight-wont-elaborate-much-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-1157115012643838713</id><published>2010-01-25T10:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T11:12:45.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>time now: 10:31am&lt;br /&gt;venue: in school &lt;br /&gt;activities: blogging -___-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;blerrrrgh! like you can read above, currently in school and im freaaaaking bored. PLUS sick C: sicksicksick! sick of my stomach, sick of my sneeze- ing from morning non stop and sick of grrr ! everything.  hmmmm. i miss boyfriend _-----------_,, i know i know i just met him just now. but nvm.. only i myself know what i want. and i guess baby too, without me telling him, he knows it. whatever im talking crappp ! arrghhh hoping that later afternoon can meet up with babyy ): badly wantttt ! samore theres things for me, *tak tau malu* i knowwww. soo damn lonnggg never go out with baby. really hope today can k ? pleaseeee ! i want! bismilla, amin.&lt;br /&gt;amin. amin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, wanna peeeeee ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-1157115012643838713?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/1157115012643838713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/1157115012643838713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-now-1031am.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-4195230851404210984</id><published>2010-01-23T15:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T15:44:36.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boooo YAhhhhh ! hahha. lols. today is the day. is the day. the starting of everything. yessssss ! haha its my game day !! its the officially the first game of the season. its the U-21 game. today game is with Jansenites. All the northland player. mannn! northland :X hope we wont be dead. i know we have the players who can play well. and very well too. grrrr ! those team mates are meeting each other at tampines around 430. and me ? gosh! rotting at home while waiting for the time to TikTokTikTok till 5 ... mannn hahaha im like seriously sooo kan choing to know what to bring. only, hockey shoe, shinpad,and things to wash up later, DONT FORGET HOCKEY STICK TOO. ONLY! jersey, skirt, socks and hockey bag will be brought by coach. great right, most of our stuff are sponsered by Vijayanti (= ... actually i wanted to buy the hockey stick bag for my own good purposes as going to ride bike soon , soo need that so it can hold my suff and hockey sttick in one bag. then suddenly coach say, ohh you dont need to buy it, i'll give you for free. hahahha sure not coach. yahhh sure, its been sponsered laaa. ohhh woahhh! best uh! ok then i want red colour. haahahah. its damn bigggggg bag that can stuck in 5-6 hockey stick in a bag and theres also compartment to put our own stuff inside. save bag mann. so jyeah our game is a delta starting 730pm. Vs jansenites. we are the home team. probably ending our game ard an hour later, 830pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;baby, try come down k sayang ? &lt;/strong&gt; seee yaaaa there sweeheart ! loveee you !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-4195230851404210984?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/4195230851404210984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/4195230851404210984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/01/boooo-yahhhhh-hahha.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-4837743860347632566</id><published>2010-01-22T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T16:18:48.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>breeebreeebreeeeeeeeeBraaa ! ohh thats my new way to say hi in here. crapp ! ok today school, early in the morning already rain ... but not that heavy when i stepp out from the house, but it started to becoming heavier when im in the bus 174 when its reaching school. -______-" andddd i never bring umbrella. smart kannn. lucky this lil princess bring hers, so we share when our way to school. i be her dayang and she's my Lil' pricess , because she's short (= hahahhaa. okok joking joking. next lesson today, SUCK! mr super duper handsome Mr Sim Botak, keep ignoring us when we wants to ask question. how pathetic is that. espcially when the part trying to do lab 6. grrrrr ! ok went to break and go back to class check fb... and then go to this place for cca seleection. mannnnnn i got no other choice other than floorball _-----------------------_,, i know i got hockey samore floorball haiyaaa. but i dont think im going to accept it. putting my name for funnnnn ! ^^ if not i wanted to take you know the rock climbing thiggy but mr jason says it gonna to close down. then nvm lorrr. after that meet boyfriend and his friends at canteen. laugh laugh, then walk off. reached home, trying very hard to sleep , wanting the day to end early and start fast. cant wait for tmrw ! hahahahaa. soo yarrhhhhhh now want to bathe and offf . byeeeeee !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-4837743860347632566?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/4837743860347632566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/4837743860347632566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/01/breeebreeebreeeeeeeeebraaa-ohh-thats-my.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-1533016715756848921</id><published>2010-01-21T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T00:22:14.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blerghhh ! hello.&lt;br /&gt;ok today was hoping for greatttt news from boyfriend. but sadly in turn out to be a verryyyyyy bad news. my face like from "wanting something" suddenly change like "ohh ok" -sulky face. haixx. boyfriend didnt get to buy his bike at this period of time. And that like Hurt me ): seriously. because i was like somehow hoping for him to have a transport soo we can get go everywhere easily and fast. and yaaar Bonding -___-" i mean, isnt its the fact, sometimes with getting yourself closer to him can bonding you knowww. soo people who had not try before, go try. CRAppp- yaaaa. another thing, sayang plan to meet me after school and want draggg me to somewhere, which i really dont have any idea. CLUEELESS ! then suddenly change to sat. after my hockey game which ends around 930 pm? PM ? late night readyy.haiyaa. then suddenly he texted again and say change day again. Monday. My mood from up, excited, change to decrease and decrease because its making me confusing and uggghhh, (because i dont know where is he bringing me) but if he burst his "secret" to me, then it wont be a surprise anymore. farahhhhh, u have to be patient. :S blerrgghhhh.. im not mad at baby but just somehow anxious, really! wanting to know where i'll be brought to. because baby said that there something fun/best over there. i ask him what isit also dont want to share. sooo secretive.hmphhf! nevermind. looks like i have to wait for the day. ok baby, in that case i want flower. my fav flower, or easy rose. a stalk will do. to "tebus" kesalahan. HAHAHAHAHA! but about the flower im serious tau ... i really want C: loveeee you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-1533016715756848921?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/1533016715756848921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/1533016715756848921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/01/blerghhh-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-3632993641113483636</id><published>2010-01-19T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T23:37:57.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Yawnx!*. Whoah. . Today class was really boring. Study and study. Not much happening. Lazy to type alot about school. Hahaha. After school, went home straight and bath, ate and ready up to meet baby. Promised with her to go buy helmet for herself. Planned to meet at 5.30 but she came at 5.45. -.-. You did a grave mistake dear. Not of being late. But other thing. You know yourself aite? Then proceeded to bugis street to buy the helmet. She wanted the same as mine, GPR Falcon. Sadly, left 1 piece which is white and the display set only. Eeee. Dusty and dirty. Then went to Ah Boi. Wahlao. That one worst. Wanted a helmet, cost 60, then ask 40 cannot. Then never mind. Proceeded to another shop just a walking distance from Ah Boi's shop. Baby don't care what the design is. But as long as it's white. Lol. So we bought a M.I.B helmet. Nearly the same design as Mfizz. 40 Bucks. Still kinda expensive, but never mind. Rather than walk to Aunty Shop. Damn far. Lols. So after that, proceeded to JP as baby die2 wanted to buy watch. For both of us. Grrrrr! I got a watch lar deiii! Haiya. Refused at first, but wanted to see her happy, never mind this time. Went to JP and she bought a Casio watch. Simple and not expensive. Old school type. I don't care really. As long as I could see the time and that's it. Lols. Then after that, headed home. Baby can't hold her helmet so I kept it with me. Awwww. Pity her. HAHAHAHAH! Will buy you the air freshner alright? So your helmet won't be that SMELLY as it smells of a box since it's new. More worst if you wear and never put the air freshner. More smelly. HUAHUAHUA! TIll here. Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Once I go my another baby. We'll ride! You're the first girl alright baby? DUHHHH! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-3632993641113483636?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/3632993641113483636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/3632993641113483636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/01/yawnx.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-9149331810556530227</id><published>2010-01-19T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:29:00.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S1XBq1_1mlI/AAAAAAAAANg/IeY5FKaMAqQ/s1600-h/SnapClick!755.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S1XBq1_1mlI/AAAAAAAAANg/IeY5FKaMAqQ/s320/SnapClick!755.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO ! updating again. lets talk about today. went out, meet up with boyfriend at j.e .. planed time is at 530 but our meeing time is at 545pm. hahaa. im sorry sweetheart. ok proceed in that tootoot train to bugis. have set today to buy My Own Helmet. hahah! baby bought for himself like a 2 month ago ? he did asked me to buy asap because once he got his bike, and i got no helmet, i cant ride his bike. likeeee ): soo jyeah and since i got he money in my hand, so for what wait long long. ok bought i for 40 bucks after lessen it from 45. patethic kan ? i knoww. wanted to buy exactly the same like baby but ): either no size or no colour. hiyaaaa. alamak no picture of it cox its wih baby. nvm soon it will stuck in my head most of the time. :D ok then after bought hat helmet. went to jurong point with baby after persuading him to follow to buy him something. actaully it should be a surprise. but this superrrb beloved boyfriend of mine.is very degil die die want to know what isit. never tell me or i will never follow. grrr ! atlast let it out and he said. ... no need to know la u people. then bought for him that picture on top. a casio watch. even it doesnt cost much but jyeaah is he thoughts that counts. atlast he's smiling C:  hahaha and im happy! woahh! guess wha today is the shorstest time ive meet baby , i mean going out together. only for 3hour exactly. hahaha.in the end i enjoy today C: gonna meet him again tmrw. with new watchy on our hand. C: love yaaaa baby !&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/7907581705037774102-9149331810556530227?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/9149331810556530227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/9149331810556530227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/01/boo-updating-again.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S1XBq1_1mlI/AAAAAAAAANg/IeY5FKaMAqQ/s72-c/SnapClick!755.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-4565144889988799312</id><published>2010-01-18T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:02:01.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOO&lt;strong&gt;blubbb&lt;/strong&gt;blaabb&lt;em&gt;bleee&lt;/em&gt;...  i swear this blogg is soon to be like a switch, that is always on and off. and it wont just on all the time. =.=" can't say much, boyfriend and i were &lt;strong&gt;verrry busy&lt;/strong&gt; with own stuff :X which actually nothing. i mean, nevermond la. lazy to elaborate. Ohh yess !  *ready to jump ... and JUMPPP !* &lt;em&gt;HippHipp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOORAYYYY&lt;/strong&gt; to baby because he pass his TP. i was Superrrb proud when baby text me that he pass. Jyeah Hunn, you made it C: like &lt;strong&gt;FINALY&lt;/strong&gt;. Now just waiting for Our sexy new baby to be owned by boyfriend. was no hoping that much. maybe, Super4 ? R1 ? or or or Hayabusa ? ... Craapppp ~ how can. hahaha No laa. any bike also can. As long as boyfriend Wont / Will never forget about His Girlfriend when he got his new baby. Have been waiting for this exicitement part of his life. that was his dream, to own a bike and ride freely around singapore. lols! that sound-ed like really cute. hope he will drag me along. :DD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now was chatting with baby, and suddenly he said that i was soooo hyper. which to me it was normal. C: but seriously after came back from school, my mouth can't stop open close open close like chicken ass hole. talk talk talk talk non stop. firstly i talk alot. secondl, i talked fast. and thirdly i dont know whether they understand what i was nagging from just now. i guess all this started when i get soooo pissed with my class work in class just now. MANNNNN- i hate to do photo editing. it suck! seriously. make me stress and trying hard to push me to give up. &lt;br /&gt;i was doing my work soo fine and ok perfect. after the break, meet boyfriend talk crap shit with wan, went up and he said find a picture and do the same thing what you have learn today. i've planned very well of wha picures to download soo i proceed on continue doing. the searching part was fine, no problem. is stared when i tried to crop and trying o copy the picures to past on the backgrd of another picture. Hell, killing ! i really cant stand it anymore till i almost gave up. the preassure was that high till i really like can't handle it... feeling so stress up. step home and i start talking to mummy nononononnnnn stop. even she mention that , are you not tired of talking alot ? i was stunned and laugh loudly. i mean i also dont know why i behave this way. hahaha. guess i time not to be sooo serious. And and and guess what, today i also dont know whats wrong with my sweeheart here. he was ssssssssssooooooooo loving and sweet. hahahah. seriously, its really hard to see him this sweet. your words really make me melt. :S lols! *blusshh* ok honeyy, ive done my part as to make this blogg RE-alive . now, its your turn.&lt;br /&gt;PS/ sayang even for all this wwhile ive been soo crazy over big bikes. doesnt mean that i want guy who ride it. i just like the big bike because its sexy. but as for you my love, i love you more than the bike. dont be crazy that im going over for the bike. if i would, like i say to you alot of time earlier, i will marry the bike instead of you. but now, the situation is i love you.  so yess honey, i love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loveeee yaaa baby C: alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-4565144889988799312?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/4565144889988799312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/4565144889988799312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/01/boo-blubbb-blaabb-bleee.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-5260223425623623669</id><published>2010-01-14T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T01:39:18.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEEEEHAAAWWW!! So happy today! Passed my TP test! Finally, can ride bike after 18 years of waiting and sufferings in the practical and theory lessons! Thank Allah for letting me pass and achieve one of my dream. It all started at 7 a.m. Woke up, bathed, ready and drank some coffee. Skipped school babeh! Haha. Seriously, I don't have the appetite to eat in the morning, 1, cause I got butterfly in my stomach and 2, I scared I'll get stomachache when taking my test. Lols. Then at 7.15, proceeded to BBDC for the test. Reach just in time, 7.40. Sat down, waited, and went through briefieng and warming ups. Got no time for smoke and don't feel like smoking too. Too anxious to get the test over and done with. Waited for damned 1 hr plus cause my tag number is 90!! The last number is 91. Great. The last group. Finally, my time come to proceed to the test. Recite Selawat for 3 times, Bismillah and Alhamdullilah and proceeded. Before starting again, recited 3 times of Bismillah. Went through smoothly and each course, like I followed what mom says, Bismillah before doing it. Alhamdullilah, I did it perfectly. Whoooo! Went out on the road test and gladly, I did my U-turning quiet well. Reached back and waited for the result. Guess what, they didn't call my number and I passed!!! 18 points, so? Still it's a PASS! hahaha! Same tag number as AOI, same points as AOI. Guess great minds and great friendship do think and behave alike somehow. Hahaha! Aoi came to BBDC after I finished my graduation thingy to wait with me for my license application. Took around half an hour. Gosh. Proceeded back home, ate with Aoi and went to Aoi's crib after that. Waited for Phyfee and went to Woodlands Library to accompany Aoi do his revisions. Went home after that and again, went out to OB's house to pass some stuff. When OB get back, he smiled to me and said a funny line. "Da boleh jadi mat rempit Malaysia eh arep?". Hahaha! What the hell. But never mind, it's a compliment somehow. He agreed to negotiate for me for a Yamaha Spark for 2k instead of 2.5k. Kinda okay. Happy, happy and happy! Can go night riding with Jepon. Pity him that he don't get the chance to go around with us. Till I saved enough money, Class 3C, here I come! Whooohooo! After 3C, then 2A I guess. Haha. Tooledooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: ANOTHER SYONAN TORA TORA ON THE ROAD BABEH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-5260223425623623669?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/5260223425623623669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/5260223425623623669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/01/yeeeehaaawww-so-happy-today-passed-my.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-3369286639383584368</id><published>2010-01-11T10:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T11:32:08.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S0qO4DgmEpI/AAAAAAAAANY/kKB2DN1OBAE/s1600-h/19541_1326950575850_1293501210_30978331_6139466_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S0qO4DgmEpI/AAAAAAAAANY/kKB2DN1OBAE/s200/19541_1326950575850_1293501210_30978331_6139466_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425305794787021458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a superb tiring and fun day to remember as. when we,the three of us, went over to woodlands to have our "project" done. Hahaha full of laughter and seriousness. especially the head. all the stuff were all messy around, on the floor. on the bed Everywhere. But theres a part which i loveee most, the part when i would have something "THICK" stuck on my face for like ... 8 hours? lols. thats like heavy tiring, But nice :D smiling with teeth are sooo the trouble-some. haha. was expecting dear to join us to be the photographer(as usual) but sadly, he's busy. soo yarhh jump that part and we continued our work. till 8pm and we wrap up! headed home with heavy eyes. and ZZZZzzzzZZZzzz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to post for today. currently, feeling so sick with my nose-ey. grrr!ok back to work poeple ! C:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-3369286639383584368?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/3369286639383584368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/3369286639383584368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/01/yesterday-was-superb-tiring-and-fun-day.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S0qO4DgmEpI/AAAAAAAAANY/kKB2DN1OBAE/s72-c/19541_1326950575850_1293501210_30978331_6139466_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-5842922468997263457</id><published>2010-01-07T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T22:23:01.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you with all of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;never could that change.&lt;br /&gt;You are always on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;always occupying my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;In them, we are together,&lt;br /&gt;and I can feel you next to me.&lt;br /&gt;Your arms would be around me,&lt;br /&gt;and I'd konw you would keep me.&lt;br /&gt;No man or nature will break us,&lt;br /&gt;neither consequence or action.&lt;br /&gt;I love you with all of my heart, &lt;br /&gt;never could that change.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the words above doesn't came from me, But it does show abit of how deep i love this guy of mine. All humans in the world know we are together. A couple. A lover. But still there's something that they and You don't know. How could i really can show, express this crazy feeling to you... Maybe im not the someone that would buy for you anything you wish for. Help you in terms of cash when you really 'die die' need it. But there's one thing that i can share and give it to you to prove that i love you. My preciously one and only heart that i have to keep me alive, breathing everytime. Once you have taken it away from me, it will forever be yours. Honey, im dead in your hand. I would really love to exhale my last breathe in your arm. Baby, I Love You. Now even i can meet you and see your face everyday infront of me, but the feeling of "i miss you" still deep down there. Im out of speech to explain to elaborate how my terms of "i love you" to you. I know you been hearing the same thing again and again for months but still i want you to really know that i really love you even how bad or how dirty you treat me. The talks that have been out from my mouth about other guys is all fake even though its true. I means how much i talk about that particular guy or them, still my heart wont change the name that i have engrave on it. It stated as own by Mohd Arief, Antoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been too emotional in here. But baby, trust me i love you alot. i swear. i can never easily show the feelings to you but, its in here with me, always. Now its time for me to cool down myself then to have some rest after a tiring day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People, &lt;em&gt;i love him!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-5842922468997263457?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/5842922468997263457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/5842922468997263457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-you-with-all-of-my-heart-never.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-6181379854476476971</id><published>2010-01-04T00:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T01:13:34.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S0DPV911CoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/-xlDEBYjPpA/s1600-h/SnapClick!320-001a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S0DPV911CoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/-xlDEBYjPpA/s200/SnapClick!320-001a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422561927638616706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S0DOmjF_kyI/AAAAAAAAANI/lXSwZ7DseGs/s1600-h/SnapClick!315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S0DOmjF_kyI/AAAAAAAAANI/lXSwZ7DseGs/s200/SnapClick!315.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422561113004806946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;haiyoo ! *yawn* Just came back from Dut's place at Tampines. What a place. Nevermind just for the sake of Fella, anything will do. Haha. Samore im dead bored sitting at home only. She's gonna be 1 year old this 6th of jan. And guess what, its also our 9th month of anni. (: hahahaha. Ok yesterday had sucha lotsa fun-neh with boyfriend- baby, kak shasha and kart- nina. Haha. We had some task to be done so yeah, when things are all wrapped it up at  DshootzStudio, we decided to take a cousins photoshoot. Thought like it gonna take up like ten minutes e most. Bt end up it took almost an hour, i guess. Played with e props and stuff. Jumped like monkey. Stupid funny crazy action had been act out. Its was supperb laaa. After had e fun together headed to bugis to have our lunch+dinner. After that home sweet home! Tomorrow gona meet kakak again to continue e photoshoot. But this time is dresses. Haiyaa. Haha. Cant wait. Oh yaa. Currently or should i say soon in few hours, im gona be in ITE Bukit batok, under course Multimedia. Jyeah, i know same as baby. But what to do than to be in Amk. Bt i like that course they offered me, Electrical Tech. Haiyaa Nvm. Atleast be in the same Ite as baby i know and hope im gonna be safe (: i trust he can jage me. And i wont be complaining so much that nvr meet baby so long. Now, everyday can meet. Haha lols. Ok tomorrow go register and buy uniform all. Should buy pants or skirt? Hmms. Seriously cant think. Baby ask to usd pants cox i guess when riding my leg wont too expose. Bt mummy said simple wear skirt. I want both can? Really should tink about it overnight. And lastly wanna knw what! Im in e same course and sch as Didie masam!! Hell, four years. Die! Must entertained his crap. Nvm let it be la. Ok gotta sleep tmrw need wake up early. And people. Happy Schooling (: it goes to you too baby. Gdnite. Toodleedeee! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-6181379854476476971?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/6181379854476476971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/6181379854476476971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/01/haiyoo-yawn-just-came-back-from-duts.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/S0DPV911CoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/-xlDEBYjPpA/s72-c/SnapClick!320-001a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-7999685544541096333</id><published>2010-01-03T05:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T05:13:58.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At Aoi's house. Sadly, can't air brush the helmet finish today. The Air Brush creates problem! Arggghhh!! So need to drag some more days and what the hell, the helmet is 90% done! Come on!! Haishhh. Went to D'Shoot Studio with baby. Help here cousin on some picture takings. They're cool anyway. Took alot of product pics. I love the part when they took the pics together. Sorry for not joining cause I don't really like to take picture, guess cause I always take people's pics, till I'm not use to my pics being taken. Hahaha. Weird. Now just hang around in Aoi's home. Going home soon. Wanna sleep till late later. Monday school starts, welcome Baby to my school! Hahahaha! oh, less then 2 weeks to my TP. I need practice and I really mean it. Geez. I want to ride badly. Pity Aoi cause he have to ride while I just relax behind. Will update more on some other things other times. =D. Toodledoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-7999685544541096333?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/7999685544541096333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/7999685544541096333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2010/01/at-aois-house.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-1482551953400767648</id><published>2009-12-28T05:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T10:16:02.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mann! Im nt sleepy laa dhey.. Eh wrong. I am sleepy, deadly tired bt just cant let my mind set off to lala land. Why? Penat tau. Wanna be on the phone with baby bt cant. Wanna text bby no point, he's sleeping. Mannn! I want to sleep! Grrr! Or i guess, i should try to follow baby's advice, try to close your eyes and think of me. Insyallah can. Sweet right? Hahaha i know. Baby can be look like a serious man , bt actually as a girlfriend of his, he's cute, funny, crazy, blurr and sweet guy la. Hahaha. Baby, i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-1482551953400767648?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/1482551953400767648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/1482551953400767648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/12/mann-im-nt-sleepy-laa-dhey.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-6955148208109745493</id><published>2009-12-28T02:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T03:50:11.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ouucchhh ! Suffering from back pain problem. And really it cause pain. Grrr! From the below part of my spine, to the top . Damn! It hurts! Even when i dont wear hills, the pain is to e max! Garrh! Ok first stop went over to bugis village. Stroll down, up, down. Then jump to bugis junction. Grab some food at mac and start our wonderful journey of Window Shop! Hahaha. Nt much we do there. So trained to Vito City and here we continue our 'hiking' hahahaha! Went it each and every shop without missed! Topshop,Mango,Pull and bear,F21,esprit, ripcurl, roxy, adidas, charles and keith, zara... Im out of mind to remember that. Haha. We went like first shop, then go on to e 2nd shop, just beside it. Then went to e opposite shop. Kecoh! She was soo cant make decision on what to buy cox even she had the freaking lots of voucher. She have like 100% off at adidas, 100% off for fox or something and 20% off for diva. Eh alot laa  i can say. But all e stuff if she wants to use her coupon voucher must be nt on SALE items. Hahahaha. There it goes, she wasted it again. I was tired of walking today. Dont know why bt i had this pain that bring down my mood. Haiyaaa. We DID snap pictures! Hahaha.abit also, picture still. Last stop, chilled at starbucks! So i guess thats e reason why i cant close my eyes yet. -.-" hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know something, i lost my baby. I text him, i called him ,still no reply. Wheres my boyfriend?  frm my "sidekick" mind. He's asleep. But, when did he went home? Haiyaaaa sayang. U make me worried la baby. Nevermind, i guess, looking at the time its 3.46am. So i'll just assume that ure asleep k baby. Nevermind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gendut say results are out but im lazy to go out of my room to take e booklet for e password. So i guess, LATER can. Now my turn to go to lalaland. Gdnite baby, love you! Toodledidoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-6955148208109745493?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/6955148208109745493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/6955148208109745493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/12/ouucchhh-suffering-from-back-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-6154264153532824348</id><published>2009-12-27T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T21:59:20.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuhh. Today work was okay. Kinda cool the wedding was. Aby Sheikh was their MC. God damn funny. Hahaha. The best part, the wedding got a performance by a Belly dancer. Cool or what. Then another part that I can't forget, which is totally romantic, Aby Sheikh told the Bride and the Groom to act as they're singing a song titled Endless Love. It was soo romantic. The Groom was funny, playing around the chairs like hindustan. The Bride as usual, shy but still manage to play along with her husband. Seriously, it was totally romantic and unforgettable moment. That is what I call a perfect wedding. But disaster do strikes. An artificial wall crashed down on the wedding cake and table, causing the cake to smash and glasses shatters. Luckily the Groom just went off to fetch the bride. So they will not see the disaster and have the worry on their wedding day. Aby Sheikh was a good entertainer and even labelled me and Wan as a macho but low class. Hahaha. Duhh. Our job was only to pick up dirty plates and culinaries. Hahaha. So for me, it's standard. Each time a karaoke session starts I'll dance around and the aunties in the kitchen laughed when they looked at me. Wan joined me too. Hahaha. Funny. After work went to Bendemeer, Ah Boy shop first to buy Wan's helmet. He bought a M-Fizz helmet, costing him 45 bucks. Black. Kinda weird on him. The helmet fits but his head was totally small. Like monkey face. Hahaha. But overall, he was satisfied so I congratulate him on finally bought a helmet. Cause he wanted to buy a helmet for last time. So it's my turn. Went to bugis street, went to a vinyl/decal shop. It sells helmet too. So bought one Falcon Helmet, White. Fits with my specs. Cool. Hahaha. And it was only 39 bucks. Huahua. Cheaper then Wan's. But Wan's is M-Fizz, mine is GPR Falcon. So, M-Fizz is better. What the hell. It's just a helmet. If you bought a million dollar helmet, if you're gonna crash and you're head smashed, that million dollar helmet won't save you. Hahaha. Will post the pictures soon. And yeah, gonna spray my old tribal helmet to white. So will give it to baby and she don't have to waste money to buy one. Worst still, she don't even have the money. Blerrgh. Toodledoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-6154264153532824348?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/6154264153532824348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/6154264153532824348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/12/fuhh.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-460275501708985020</id><published>2009-12-27T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T01:09:57.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God. Damned bored at I'm rotting. haishh. Tomorrow/Today work. Haiyaak. Very lazy but have to. Wanna get money for Bali trip. Gosh, its kinda weird u know. When you listen to musics and you miss your past. Not the bad past. But the good ones. Well for example, I listened to alot of Iron Maiden just now. Suddenly I'm missing those days going to gig, headbanging to the songs that I love. Not those Gore and Screaming type, but a Rock/Power Metal. Like Helloween/Iron Maiden/Rusty Blade/etc. For all this while I went to the wrong gigs man. Gore, scream, not a bloody single word that I understand. I headbanged, just to support. Geez. Then was playing game and a flashback came. Those times jamming and performing on stage with KRISIS. Argh. That was damn old time. Like a year ago. Haha. That sucks. Okay. I'm out of word like seriously. Toodledoo. Oh yeah, the song I just put, damn, Chris Daughtry sang the Poker Face nicely man. haha. Toodledooos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-460275501708985020?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/460275501708985020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/460275501708985020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/12/god.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-6338633148487249865</id><published>2009-12-25T10:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T11:05:07.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOO ! Ok im here back again cox boyfriend Force me to update, which actually i dont know what to say in here. =.=" haiyaaaa. Time now is 10.18am, and im awake? Wooah! Haha C: And yes honey, im sorry about yesterday, leaving my msn on bt im already dead asleep. Too tired i guess? Nvm. Yesterday spending e whole day rotting at home. What i did was watch tv, eat, play lappy, eat, watch tv, online and off to lalaland. No life right. Samore yesterday boyfriend had to work for loongg hours. Haisss! Oh oh yes! I got bad news, boyfriend told me that we wont get our baby from his friend :( because of some reason. Pity baby scrambby. But the good news is that, boyfriend will going to buy the same type of scrambby that he friend used to own. Hahaha. Well the main reason i love scrambler because first, its sexy. Second, its hot. Thirdly, its super sporty looks! If a women own a scrambby, i'll say she's hot! Garrgh! Cant wait to ride new bby scrambby ~ Ok, school re-open is just like days awayyy... And im deadly nt ready for it. No new bags, no new shoes, but its gonna be new school with new people and new environment. Gosh! What will people's reaction be? Action? Friendly? Haix! Hoping very hard that i would get in fitness course so i will in e same school as boyfriend, Yeeepyy! I deadly want fitness! People pray for me that i will get fitness. Amin. Jyeah, U21 league games are also dayss away. Hahahaha. That is what i really wanting so much! Plax hockey im U21 and represent Vijayanti Hockey Club! Wuhuoo! Hahahaha. I know this sounds crazy bt its my dream to catch every year since last year. I hope boyfriend will atleast be there for a day with me to watch i play. Its a honour. Hahaha. Coach did also mention that  im not fit ! Hahaha. How to be fit when i skipped training and slack at home. Eat watch tv eat watch tv, daily routine. Lols. Nw must get back my stamina if nt im gonna be dead in that pitch. Haiyaa go running at night, try to track in the afternoon. Do some drill like everyday do 20x3 sets of crunches, lunchers, and one more forget. Do it everyday and u will be in shape after a month. Im lazy bt i want to be in shape! Hahaha. Okt better get started nw. Toodlesdoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-6338633148487249865?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/6338633148487249865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/6338633148487249865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/12/boo-ok-im-here-back-again-cox-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-5315668145198207428</id><published>2009-12-21T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:11:14.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At Aoi's house now. Watching tv. Bored. Well at least not as bored as when I'm at home. Ate spaghetti just now. Bought the ingredients at Shieng Shiong. Total round $8.25. Spaghetti, Bolognais sauce and Cajun. Heh. The ingredients at Mayuni Omar Cafe. Cooked together with Aoi and Phyfee. Cook and cook and we ate. Kinda nice!Aoi said that when we cooked ourselves, it tastes way nicer then we bought at restaurants or shops. Haha. True enough. Full man.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the date is set to go Bali. 28th of February till 3rd of March. $164 tfor the flight tickets and hotel.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some listed things that I wanna do there.&lt;br /&gt;1: Surf School on the first day, after the school, surf's up on own, shopping!&lt;br /&gt;2: Surf in the afternoon, shopping on the night again!&lt;br /&gt;3:Check out at 10 a.m, surf for the last time and off we go home! Weeee!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, ciggarettes are a must there! Cheap cheap good good! Teheee!&lt;br /&gt;Toodledoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-5315668145198207428?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/5315668145198207428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/5315668145198207428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/12/at-aois-house-now.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-2836475661913610181</id><published>2009-12-20T17:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T17:34:28.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, a day spend with lovely family and cousins. wasting our precious time by laughing aloud at each other and to the lifeguards too and jyhea we did have fun too. lotssa fun! early in the morning around 830am, woken up by amirah and mummy to be ready or else we gonna be late for the door gift. it was a family day for abang's workplace at Wild Wild Wet. so took train and meet aunt family at jurong east and headed to pasir ris. wow! one end to the another. so fun -.-" reached destination around eleven. reached put our stuff together and ... EAT ! hahaha starving from home. i ate one packet of mee siam and one packet of nasi lemak pandan. its soo sedap till i ate another packet of nasi lemak. so total of two. *tummy growing bigger* but people wont notice cox im not wearing a tight suite. soo jyeha went in the pool, laugh at people, lifeguard ... okok about this life guard, it was raining, so all of us had to sit under sheltered area cox theres also lightning warning. soo while sitting waiting for the warning to stop. suddenly saw this guy with him super big tummy bloated infront of him and guess what he's a life guard. cool or what. even abang also said, he doesn't need to use the floater when wants to save people, just ask the victim who's drowning to get on top of him and there he save a life. hahahaha. at around 630, went to change and headed to teck whye for dinner celebration for baba and exclusive of guest of honour, abang farhan girl. hahaha. preety! wear specs like i do. cox usually all abang girls or ex-es never wear specs one. soo jyeah. ordered seafood food, most of it im the one who request for it. then have some photo taking and off home sweet home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby ohh baby,  glad that things between us are calming down. really appreaciate that. ive too much to say, lets not spread it in here. but dear, i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-2836475661913610181?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/2836475661913610181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/2836475661913610181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/12/yesterday-day-spend-with-lovely-family.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-2407526537989938063</id><published>2009-12-19T02:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T02:38:34.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Hooooo. Went to BBDC just now. God damn, it was sooo unusual. Well, kinda long time never been there. (padahal aru 1 minggu). Hahaha! Took 2 rounds to get use to it again. So far, can do all the courses and yeap, I'm fine. So did all and helped a new friend on his U-turn. That was the most funny part. I was like an instructor there. "Nengok depan! Takmo nengok bawah. Nati ko wobble! OI! NENGOK DEPAN LA PANTAT!". Hahaha. It was funny. Then my turn to be trained. Trained on the S course, I love to corner deep and in the end my crash bar scaps the road. If it was the test, IMMEDIATE failure. So what he do? "KO PIKE NI RACING TRACK?! NI BBDC LA DENG! KAU NAK PASS KE FAIL!?" AHAHAHA! was like laughing all the time. Then the practice finishes. We talked after the practice and we talked like we knew long time. What a coincidence, he was the same primary school! No wonder we talked as though we knew since kid! We are from the same rugby team and Malay class! No wonderr!!!! So we chatted and laughed till it was 8.45.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to bukit panjang to meet AOI and PHYFEE. Talked and laughed like we always did. Aoi got soccer tomorrow and I got photography thing. So we didn't go out and night ride today. Tomorrow perhaps? We went east, west and south. This time, I aim for north. But north where to go? Haha! Well it's a worth to explore. So when I passed and have a bike, easier for me to travel around. Weee!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this while, I just noticed this when I was on the way home in the bus. I was thinking, why did I got so excited and finished my practicals and theory on bike soo fast? So I got to know, it's for my own good and my love and my friends put hopes on me to get this license and own a bike. For my own, I want to travel around, transport and work with this bike. Though riding a bike is dangerous, well it's a risk I have to take. My love had been waiting for this time for soo long. This time I will make her proud and smile when I own a bike. For friends, like Aoi, he had been waiting for soo long to ride with friends and to experience the excitement riding with another Syonanto. For all I see, I'm the only one putting the effort. I don't want to let down their hope and make them sad. I love my Baby, I love my brothers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thanks all for your encouragement, support and morale boost for me. Taking license is not easy and I finally knew it. Now I'm left with only 1 test and I'm finish. For Baby, don't worry, like I promise, I will try to fetch you from your games and trainings. Just like Aoi fetches Phyfee from her work everytime even when he's tired. For Aoi, don't worry, my heart is always with Syonantos and my brothers.(Not Tai Seng Corp of course). I will wear my pride like you did even you're the only one. I promised Jepon that I'll bring him with us everywhere even night riding. So, what matter now is time. Practice is all what I need and the morale support from all of you will make me stronger. Will not let you all down. =D. Thanks alot.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-2407526537989938063?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/2407526537989938063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/2407526537989938063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-hooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-4136636577735314961</id><published>2009-12-17T03:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T03:49:41.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Time: 3.40 a.m&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Mcdonald At Bras Basah&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berghh. Frigging Tired and kinda high. Updating this blog cause of randomous and it's been a long time. Used a friend's laptop while she's asleep. Hahaha. 2 words that I can describe the party. Naughty and LIVE! Hell yeah. Get the naughty part right. Hahaha. Well, ladies night. Free flow for ladies and you know what happen if ladies get drunks. Yeah. Okay, went to Supperclub at 10. Reached at 11 cause waiting for a friend at City Hall. Met up and proceeded. Gosh and I was shocked, I saw alot alot of friends. I asked them how did they know about this event, they said it was from my FB profile. Cool. Haha. So, lined up and proceeded in. Lucky bitches. Got in for free and I have to pay $25. Never mind. 5 free drinks and oops, consider it free flow cause I got friends whom can take the drinks for me. Haha. Coolio. Went inside, first thing first, grab a drink and chilled. Waiting for the time to come. Usually, the time to come which I mean dance, is at 1. That's when the thing getting started. Grabbed a Jaggerbomb and relax on a sofa. Friend grabbed a Bailey's. Smooth drink. Talked and talked and the party started. Just relaxing and suddenly, hell yeah a shocking thing happen. A lady dance on the counter! Gosh. She's drunk. Haha. Followed by another, and another and another. Till the bar counter was full with ladies. Dancing wildly, naughty and etc. Whatever you can think of. Except stripping. Hahaha. I drink, drank and wierd, not drunk. So, what the hell. Told my friend "Go dancefloor ah.". Friend just nod. Went there, danced till fatigue. Smoke, drank somemore and dance. I'm pissed with the ladies sometimes. You know you can't drink much and you force. Then vomit on the dancefloor. What the hell man?! No wonder it's slippery! I guess I'm shuffling and dancing in ur vomit?! Luckily, no. hahaha! Alright. Finally before the club closes, grab 3 more drinks. Phew, that's when I start to get high. Damn! Why should I start to get high now?! Never mind. Heh. Friend is sleeping in front of me. Well, some other of my friends went home and some of them, at another table sleeping. Gosh. Lucky i'm not sleepy, but guess i'm beginning to feel sleepy. Going to grab a burger and force myself awake. Oh yeah, today going SENTOSA! Wohooo! Enjoy baby! Oh yeah by the way, the playlist, the first song, grabbed the title from the DJ. This is the song when the ladies get naughty. Hahaha! Toodledoo and Good morning! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-4136636577735314961?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/4136636577735314961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/4136636577735314961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-3.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-1911361876122454950</id><published>2009-12-03T17:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:22:12.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; yesterday night after hockey training, went over to jurong point for our dinner. i should say it "ours" cause in the first place she have warned me not eat so much at home boefore hockey. soo i agreed and just munch some biscuts. -.- hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;training was awesome even i got to train with my old clique but still nice to meet them back again was a pleasure. hahaha. had game against the boys team exclusive of mar. ok back to the story of dinner. yes ! so we decided to have it at Pizza Hut. and since she, thaqifah , was soo badly craving for that spicy chicken drumplets. i ordered fish in tomato sauce and she ordered herself a personal pan supreme pizza and additional side order of chocolate brownie with ice cream. it was totally delicious. haha samore got treat right. soo double the delicious!! :DD even the waiting time for her pizza to arrive at our table took a longgggggg time, still enjoy it. Opss! ok let me insert something in between the spaces above that is. while thaqifah was eating the chicken drumplets, she wanted to sprinkle the chilli flakes but instead she pour the whole flakes to her pizza , chicken and the table too . Gosh! her face turn likee soo paisey! hahaha. earlier on ive said to her close back the top so that when u pick the bottle up it wont drop. then she said nevermind so when the next customer or the worker wants to pour/hold that bottle will drop it or spill on their food. but jyeah it happened to her. serve you right lorrr. after that headed home straight. &lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/Sxd_uphR8xI/AAAAAAAAAMw/DSMvj_eE_es/s1600-h/DSC06036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/Sxd_uphR8xI/AAAAAAAAAMw/DSMvj_eE_es/s320/DSC06036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410933916705092370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/Sxd_kLvowOI/AAAAAAAAAMo/wlF4Jx7rTBU/s1600-h/DSC05995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/Sxd_kLvowOI/AAAAAAAAAMo/wlF4Jx7rTBU/s320/DSC05995.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410933736913551586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/Sxd_deZsKmI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QH-g4Yzp0-c/s1600-h/DSC06008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/Sxd_deZsKmI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QH-g4Yzp0-c/s320/DSC06008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410933621662689890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/Sxd_P8yyv8I/AAAAAAAAAMY/PM5XyfUY3rY/s1600-h/DSC06076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/Sxd_P8yyv8I/AAAAAAAAAMY/PM5XyfUY3rY/s320/DSC06076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410933389302874050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-1911361876122454950?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/1911361876122454950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/1911361876122454950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/12/yesterday-night-after-hockey-training.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/Sxd_uphR8xI/AAAAAAAAAMw/DSMvj_eE_es/s72-c/DSC06036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-3174638690112361305</id><published>2009-12-01T02:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T02:30:10.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uhhuukk uhhuukk! *coughing* dust here and there. well as longggg time never touch in this blog, jyeah , its damn dusty cox WE lazy to update. some poeple would say, if lazy why create blog ... i'll just answer your question in here. "Kite pehh suke laar " (: seriously its none if ur business you old crappy kpo apek and nyonya. Crapp~ ok its 2.12am .. still not asleep all thanks to abang. always the world one. at 11.55pm went down meet up with abang, went to taman jurong for a car wash(: know why i put a smiley face. because i love the car wash. HAHA ! i swear abang witness i was sooo excited and smiling widely to the ear in the car. before abang drive in to the place to wash it, i was sudah kegembiraan saying "Yey yey! nak mandi ! yey!" hahaha seriously buruk kan .. haha ish! i dont know i feel like so happy and the feeling like very wow! then i say to abang " wahh cool uh mandi tapi tk basah" hahaha. abang was laughing at my sillyness. whatever. okay went over to buy some food for abang at home, nasi lemak is tthe best.bought myself a potato chip that not been touch yet. haha. later can. dang im freakingly bored. sleepy even my eyes are shutting but i dont want to sleep. grrrr !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;another thing that im happy is because, boyfriend gonna get my loely fav sexy bike for us! hahhahahaha! sukesukesuke. wanna know what bike. wait for his post or wait till he got that sexy bitch ! hahaha. even ive not seen the bike but its one of my fav bike dheh! i was down when boyfriend said that he's buying the rempit bike. but suddenly when he told me that his friend offer him good price for that bitch bike, i was like  "yeszaaaa! atlast! " hahahahahaha. okok ive been typing crap here. my eyes are half open gotta be in bed soon. nites! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS ; whisper to me in my ear ...  i love you .   imy hunn):&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-3174638690112361305?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/3174638690112361305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/3174638690112361305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/12/uhhuukk-uhhuukk-coughing-dust-here-and.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-7567253634213053054</id><published>2009-11-14T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T22:56:06.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;Center&gt;haix!&lt;br /&gt;♥farah&lt;/Center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-7567253634213053054?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/7567253634213053054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/7567253634213053054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/11/haix.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-4382905303920734709</id><published>2009-11-11T10:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T10:35:22.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;Center&gt;&lt;br&gt;those words , killing me.&lt;br /&gt;those updates , make me mad.&lt;br /&gt;those actions , make me wanna cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those hugs , make me feel the love.&lt;br /&gt;those kiss , letting me know that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;those sweet callings , i sure off , im yours and ONLY. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each day passed over and clock ticking each seconds are wasted just like that.&lt;br /&gt;what am i going to do now ? im missing those hugs and staring at your face.&lt;br /&gt;i love doing it because, i believe, even a day you never say 'i love you', &lt;br /&gt;still deep down in your heart , you will say 'i do love you'  ...&lt;br /&gt;im a loser. im a loser in such i cant make people happy everyday, especially you.&lt;br /&gt;when me myself are not happy with people and to myself.&lt;br /&gt;i will try to put a smile on my face, so everytime you see me smiling and then a few seconds later,&lt;br /&gt;you will smile with me too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;//got to get cleaning with the households chores. if not i cannot go out.&lt;br /&gt;soo, be it im busy or not, i will still have time to spend it with you.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-4382905303920734709?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/4382905303920734709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/4382905303920734709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/11/those-words-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-176097158243789802</id><published>2009-11-10T14:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T15:24:57.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ouch. She hurt mine and i hurt hers , deeply inside. Our tears not even a drop shed because of ego. With ego, we will never show another party that we are weak. Ego in the outside, and crying heart in the inside. Feeling the wet-ness in the heart because of the holding back tears. Mind, thinking back of what have been puke out from her sound opener. farah, you've hurt her. you hurt her in your invisible thing that can only be heard and thought of. Even you didnt even touch her with your naked hand but still she's hurt deeply inside there. Im in total speechless. Never thought of with a normall conversation with her , would lead to this conclution. I've nothing great to say to her. shuuoo-ing me out from a palace of mine thiers after 16 years if living under one roof. A scratch in the heart. it hurt so much. But i guess the pain are much more greater than what ive done to her.people know this i love my family so much. my intention was good and nice, to just join venture to help her. but instead it has been stop by him. He said that, better not because you might bring it on till your schooling life and forget about studies. somehow true. But in other words, i cant bear the pain to see you people suffer. i just want to see you, live your life to the fullest with your family. the tears that is out doesn't mean that im sad. And those laugh doesn't mean that im happy ... (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-176097158243789802?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/176097158243789802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/176097158243789802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/11/ouch.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-8198581862004158449</id><published>2009-11-06T14:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:31:50.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;centre&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SvPCIAMvJEI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/qeNXdgq7vII/s1600-h/DSC_0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SvPCIAMvJEI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/qeNXdgq7vII/s320/DSC_0183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400873820895519810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy SEVEN-th Monthsary Baby! Hope The Love Will Last :D ily&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-8198581862004158449?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/8198581862004158449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/8198581862004158449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-seven-th-monthsary-baby-hope-love.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SvPCIAMvJEI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/qeNXdgq7vII/s72-c/DSC_0183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-5945688259508763777</id><published>2009-11-04T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:25:33.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hell. whats wrong with the world spinning around me? are people, human being, nowadays are just people that love making pain in other people's ass ? such an ass. stupid.fark! aargh! even when ure bored just stop being a such an ass that love making other people think too much asshole. get a life laa. ok fine, no joke no fun. but sometime your jokes that u said mine are lame, which actually, your's are more lame-er are also as stupid as you. girl, comeon laa. calling me names, i dont mind. but is there a need for you to be a like sales girl, to promote names that ure calling me to other people or easier to spread it around the world soo people will know, "ohh this is the girl that you're talking about.." hello! let them have thier own comments or mindset of what they are going to think. &lt;strong&gt;MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!!&lt;/strong&gt; arggh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-5945688259508763777?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/5945688259508763777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/5945688259508763777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-3028503648985086568</id><published>2009-10-31T14:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T14:28:58.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is long bob ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SuvYgqnSpNI/AAAAAAAAAL4/KEbzoqQDt9A/s1600-h/anne-hathaway-m_90061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SuvYgqnSpNI/AAAAAAAAAL4/KEbzoqQDt9A/s320/anne-hathaway-m_90061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398646634040173778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the front .. of short haircut &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SuvYpv_HcZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5vBcIXcvDk8/s1600-h/victoria_beckhama_l_93312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SuvYpv_HcZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5vBcIXcvDk8/s320/victoria_beckhama_l_93312.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398646790101102994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the back ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SuvYwe_ID8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/FaVC7aJz3Y8/s1600-h/victoria_beckham_concave_bob_back_74111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SuvYwe_ID8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/FaVC7aJz3Y8/s320/victoria_beckham_concave_bob_back_74111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398646905796825026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-3028503648985086568?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/3028503648985086568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/3028503648985086568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-long-bob.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SuvYgqnSpNI/AAAAAAAAAL4/KEbzoqQDt9A/s72-c/anne-hathaway-m_90061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-4013428422902076998</id><published>2009-10-30T17:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T17:33:36.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SuqyjDHXiQI/AAAAAAAAALw/fXKnL73h5TY/s1600-h/ece004274a71f992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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RANDOM POST! &lt;br /&gt;sexy bikes ... can i have one ?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-4013428422902076998?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/4013428422902076998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/4013428422902076998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-post.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SuqyjDHXiQI/AAAAAAAAALw/fXKnL73h5TY/s72-c/ece004274a71f992.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-8622373026579175131</id><published>2009-10-28T18:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:27:40.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had an accident yesterday. Lucky, minor scratches and had a 10 second knockout. It was 12.45 a.m, I'm at Kallang, just finished jamming with some long lost members that I suddenly found them in TAGGED few days before yesterday. They're the best last time. We always hang around at Choa Chu Kang last time. They are, Liz, Apul, Syed, Jeff, Don, Aisyah, Lisa and Dilah. Met them in Tagged, and I barely recognize them cause they all changed alot. For now, they somehow called themselve "Chillers". Cause they mind they're own business and do they own stuffs. Met with them at Kallang, at around 7. Came back from practical which starts at 4 and ends at 5.40. Hang around at a coffeshop nearby and talked about our past. Seriously, it was damn funny and sad cause all had to end at one part. Everyone of them already had a bike. Except me, cause all of them are 1 year older then me. Apul now a NS Police. Syed, studying in Temasek Poly. Jeff in Simei ITE, and Don in MDIS. Lazy to ask the girls about their educations. Haha. Now, Liz is riding KR, Apul R125, Syed R150, Jeff Spark, Don SP, Aisyah Spark, Lisa 125z, Liz SP and Dilah X1-R. Cool. Waiting for my time to come. R150. Haha. We went jamming, from 10 till 12. Played stupid songs and laugh all round. Had real fun. After jamming, decided to chill at the coffeeshop again. Chit and chat, finally it was 12.30 a.m. Syed knows that I love his bike, he decided that I'll be the one that riding it. He will pillion Apul so that I could test the bike while on the way home. I'm dead happy. Ride along, and all escorted me. I'm the most front, followed by Apul, Jeff, Don and the rest. Straight road I see, I can't bear it, I put the bike to a full power. There I go, on expressway, 120km/hr. Enjoying the speed when a truck changes lane without signal. Lucky for me that I learned how to E-Brake. Braked, swerve and fell. They said, my head knocks on the curb and I roll lifelessly to the side. When I woke up, Dilah was crying, telling me to wake up. I quickly get up, and all of us make a move before the Police arrives. Syed pillion me, I'm struggling to stay awake. My head's heavy. My clinch onto Syed's waist is getting loose. Finally, we reached Bouna Vista. Syed told me to rest under a block. Syed's helmet was scratched and his bike too. Told Syed I'm sorry and he said, it's okay. He'll repair it all in no time. Well, Syed is the richest among us. Easy for him to say that. Finally, they paid a cab for me and I went home. My jacket and jeans are torn. Threw them away. elbow scratched a bit. It's okay. My head is still heavy and painful. Till here.&lt;br /&gt;Toodledoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-8622373026579175131?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/8622373026579175131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/8622373026579175131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/10/had-accident-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-1801232562374473961</id><published>2009-10-25T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:32:18.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ass!you laa. i hate it when u know to pin-point others mistake but not your own. hell mister, thinking that u are always the angel in the house. which the fact is that ure also the evil of all this. u said this and that about me and my life. what the best thing i do ? wet my face with wattery pot from my eye. what the hell are you doing in ur life till now, u have no better from the past. doesn't mean the number that indicates ur getting older, that have been showing the capital 3, still didnt make u realise that ur a shit in this house. what the fuck ur touching about my fucking life where urs are no better great than mine asshole. / u said almost the same thing to me. which u reffering it to my life too. mister are you thinking ur fucking"future wive" are better or world class than mine ? hell pardon me. ur future wife are worst than mine. what a beautiful face and great hiding of herself behind those fake voices and emotions that she showed you. awww sweets! step over my dead body ass girl. u played with his feelings, and his reality life with ur fake-ness and made him fall in love with ur shadow love. do you really exist in this world in the first place. to fool him with ur love. u made him sacriefies to do everything for you but hell have he ever met you? no need to mention about talking over phone, which also cause this asshole over hundred over dollars to waste on her. an  air stewarders but not enough income to manage her own family which u still have ur brother and mum in life ? hell are you playing over a game with him ?... think! are u still a small kid that easily influence others to be in you. i dont know if u have life more than ten people to to look after in ur family which need lots of money. girl, im speechless on you. what i can say here, ure such an asshole which never ever dares to show urself to others that only knows to play with people mind. comeon laa, he's 30 and i dont know whats ur age, and he's not married yet and i dont care about ur status also. are you thiking he to do single till he's old. why is this fuck guy still waiting for you ? comeon he have a better taste than u. people, do find this like goes into ur mind when, ur grandparents passed away, u as her/his going to be" life partner" cant even pay a visit saying "takziah atas pemergian nya ?" stupid right. nvm i had enough of dirty words inside here. sorry for those words. miss, because of you, i suffer alot! and mister, &lt;B&gt; WAKE UP FROM UR DREAMY LAND WITH THAT &lt;U&gt;bitch&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/theres words in draft ... say it when u do love me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-1801232562374473961?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/1801232562374473961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/1801232562374473961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/10/assyou-laa.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-6143432277325612480</id><published>2009-10-22T14:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T15:02:07.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/St_8ZsPH75I/AAAAAAAAALA/m6zfT_v6TNM/s1600-h/196645895_5e656302d1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/St_8ZsPH75I/AAAAAAAAALA/m6zfT_v6TNM/s320/196645895_5e656302d1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395308396914667410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this from yahoo search ...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lava Lamp. ok previously was talking with boyfriend about lava lmap that he said he love it alot. i dont know why.. but he did mention that its beutiful and cool. ok that part i agree. *wink.. just now, i just watched mythbuster and i was "lucky" that this episod they are trying to do some experiment about this lava lamp. i've heard boyfriend said that this lava lamp have once cause a death ... ok here, i got it from yahoo search too. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lava_lamp and here they explain something ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hazards&lt;br /&gt;In 2004, Phillip Quinn, a 24-year-old of Kent, Washington, was killed during an attempt to heat up a lava lamp on his kitchen stove while closely observing it from only a few feet away. The heat from the stove built up pressure in the lamp until it exploded, spraying shards of glass with enough force to pierce his chest, with one shard piercing his heart and causing fatal injuries.[7] The circumstances of his death were later repeated and confirmed in a 2006 episode of the popular science television series MythBusters. The show also proved that even if shards of glass are not thrown with lethal velocity during such an attempt, the resulting spray of hot liquid from the lamp could easily cause severe burns to anyone nearby. The show also noted that the safety instructions clearly state that lava lamps should not be heated by any source other than the specially-designed bulbs and bases that are provided.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they made an experiment, it was awesome! haha. so the reason this lava lamp can cause the death is because in the first place ,the victim, were placing the lava lamp on thte stove, which u shouldn't and then, he was standing too near to the lava lamp where its like obvious it may cause incident. ok fact are in. soo, ok dear you may have ur lovely lava lamp but just be careful not to get it over-heated and and dont put it on stove  ;)&lt;br /&gt;Till here . byebye♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-6143432277325612480?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/6143432277325612480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/6143432277325612480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/10/got-this-from-yahoo-search_22.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/St_8ZsPH75I/AAAAAAAAALA/m6zfT_v6TNM/s72-c/196645895_5e656302d1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-8440157050938603328</id><published>2009-10-21T14:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T14:21:47.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/St6mAerlpII/AAAAAAAAAK4/6g6T4M6dbc0/s1600-h/P20-10-09_23.52.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/St6mAerlpII/AAAAAAAAAK4/6g6T4M6dbc0/s320/P20-10-09_23.52.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394931930802529410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/St6mABvGceI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_kFQcl5plBU/s1600-h/P20-10-09_23.51%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/St6mABvGceI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_kFQcl5plBU/s320/P20-10-09_23.51%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394931923032633826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/St6l_uIhSHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/rKwFJ3VFwt4/s1600-h/P20-10-09_23.51%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/St6l_uIhSHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/rKwFJ3VFwt4/s320/P20-10-09_23.51%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394931917770541170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/St6l_e1mvGI/AAAAAAAAAKg/AKh-1biXUdw/s1600-h/P20-10-09_23.51.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/St6l_e1mvGI/AAAAAAAAAKg/AKh-1biXUdw/s320/P20-10-09_23.51.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394931913664674914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought this helmet for $60. Looks like an Indian type helmet. That's what my friends said. Haha. Lols. It's kinda small. Tight. Though it's new, but it's like kinda a bit more thight then a new one. Maybe I bought the wrong size. Heh. Never mind. Perhaps you can use it when I got my license or bought a new helmet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This saturday, going out with Syonantos for a birthday treat. But too bad, we're not going with OB. We're going with Aoi. I know it maybe confusing, why shouldn't we OB and Aoi joining with us? Simple, notice this. ZhyZhy's birthday, he got chalet, ibu's birthday, she got pit. Adek's birthday, he also got pit. What about us? OB told us, he will combine the September Babies and October Babies and will make a chaltet for 3 days 2 night. He collected $30 from all and in the end, just go out eat? What the hell! What's so special about ZhyZhy and Adek? He told us to treat us fairly, why don't he make a chalet? A pit atleast? Moreover, it's combine September and October babies! What the hell. So not fair.Me and Aoi decided, once our side, whom included with Tompok, payong, alang, etc, we will change our side. We still Syonantos, but Uncle Rooney's side. Bette. No birthday celebration, no promises to make chalet or anything. Easy. Not much money will be forked out. Heh. Planning to go buy a cake/brownie for those October and September babies that are going with us. All right. Till Here. Toodledoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-8440157050938603328?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/8440157050938603328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/8440157050938603328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/10/bought-this-helmet-for-60.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/St6mAerlpII/AAAAAAAAAK4/6g6T4M6dbc0/s72-c/P20-10-09_23.52.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-5462434699068939071</id><published>2009-10-21T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T12:51:59.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/St6MxjTwAhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9fmOQ9_AQb8/s1600-h/265618005_8c9a21e11f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/St6MxjTwAhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9fmOQ9_AQb8/s320/265618005_8c9a21e11f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394904186555990546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;/got this from yahoo search. isnt she's cute. i know. lols.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;garhhhh feeling wanting to stand up for her rights and and make her happy. oh god, why are this thing happening to her. pity her. felt this feeling when heard this stories from mum own mouth. ouch! hurts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-5462434699068939071?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/5462434699068939071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/5462434699068939071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/10/got-this-from-yahoo-search.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/St6MxjTwAhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9fmOQ9_AQb8/s72-c/265618005_8c9a21e11f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-6367404086646915297</id><published>2009-10-20T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T19:45:54.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/St2it6nhLII/AAAAAAAAAKQ/nwjG8CevM64/s1600-h/DSC_0806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/St2it6nhLII/AAAAAAAAAKQ/nwjG8CevM64/s320/DSC_0806.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394646838372543618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;praise to god. she fine. the whole night cant get to dreammy land due to her pain. she called, but i cant get it on time, im sorry. afterwards, went over. she's already inside there, bringing everything out. everything. she's in pain. a pale face is shown by her expression. she need to be cured soon. cant bare seeing her pain anymore. brought her to NUH , nearest hospital. waited her from 2.48am till 8.15am. see her smiling back its a success. showed us the place where she got her blood taken for test and water drops are put in. ouch! she never gotten all that since the last time giving birth to me. take good car eof yourself, ure the only one that i have in this worrld for a motherlove. ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-6367404086646915297?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/6367404086646915297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/6367404086646915297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/10/praise-to-god.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/St2it6nhLII/AAAAAAAAAKQ/nwjG8CevM64/s72-c/DSC_0806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-5425642533923538768</id><published>2009-10-16T23:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:51:00.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/StiV_WF28gI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Ep6cTPeimBM/s1600-h/DSC_0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/StiV_WF28gI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Ep6cTPeimBM/s320/DSC_0333.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393225469270618626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;someone with great big heart, enter and appears in my life.&lt;br /&gt;he's the one that make my schedule right.&lt;br /&gt;he's the one that made me to be more independent, trying.&lt;br /&gt;he's the one that never pampered me, ive learn.&lt;br /&gt;he's the one that cools me down, whenever im having ups with family or brothers.&lt;br /&gt;he's the one that gave me every warm hug when i need.&lt;br /&gt;he's the one that make me cry and after that wipe my tears.&lt;br /&gt;he's the sweet guy to me even when he's not.&lt;br /&gt;he's the one that i hate most when he's mad.&lt;br /&gt;he's the one that have ever treasure me most.&lt;br /&gt;he's the one that i fall for all this while.&lt;br /&gt;he's the one that have change my life to be better, great.&lt;br /&gt;yes. he's the one.&lt;br /&gt;the only one that i have in my life.&lt;br /&gt;that always stays in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;you are the only one, my love.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-5425642533923538768?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/5425642533923538768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/5425642533923538768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/10/boyfriend-someone-with-great-big-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/StiV_WF28gI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Ep6cTPeimBM/s72-c/DSC_0333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-1152921239800307160</id><published>2009-10-16T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:11:21.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SthtbqnQvFI/AAAAAAAAAKA/QLLIc72TDuw/s1600-h/DSC05474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SthtbqnQvFI/AAAAAAAAAKA/QLLIc72TDuw/s320/DSC05474.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393180875839028306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;C&gt;ok this is no link to the post. haha! random.&lt;/c&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night, really cant sleep because of aunt's nescafe. really KAU one laa. haha. damn Dut was like a pompuan mengade-ngade mannn. haix. only god knows who am i referring to and whats talking about in my mind. *wink not to be bad but im already bad, and samore she made me more bad to talk bad about her. so how can i stop myself then ?... ok cut that crap. after that, went home and rest. wanting to sleep from 2.30 but cant try to turn left and right still.hiax. manage to sleep at around 5plus and that was like extremely late. freak! im sleepy~ haha. while the hours i cant sleep , i did close my eyes and try hard hard enough to sleep , i did, (yesza!) but just for a while. (sigh!) i dreamt. not a wet one *wink, but about two family suddenly gathered together eat at macdonald and like have fun and they became so close. ok this is a total random for me to talk and in the first place to dream about it. haha. its ur family and mine. it started when we both went out to park, seriously nice park with beautiful trees, flowers annd scenery. seriously. was holding hands walking , ur mum called ur phone and ask, are we hungry. and u said no. cox we have just eaten our lunch together. and ur mum said, nevermind just wait for us at there, we will fetch u both. half an hour later, they arrieved and inside that car theres, ur lil bro, mum and dad. we headed to clementi. what i thought we all are going to eat at restorant that like cuisine or something but instead its macdonald. ok lah something. then while seating around talking, my family cme by, and seat togehter. i was smilling wide till reaches my ear. i was too happy till when everyone ordering and eating, i never yet ordered mine. -.-! ok till here my story was cut off. another story after i awaken , i sleep back. and i dream abt ur mum and me , including you was like hanging around at ur living room talking. like nobody business. nothing happend! great kan. how i wish all that would come true. insya'allah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh~ only god know what im thinking now. and why should i behave this way. how i wish i could get out from this situation and settle down. sit at a corner and be silent, making myself mute. something keep bothering me. ive like keep imagining about parents meet with another parents. hah! crappp~ &lt;br /&gt;a mountain always have the ups and down but it never break apart unless an earthquake struck, a promise shouldn't be break unless ... &lt;br /&gt;god, please save me from all those thoughts. ive not been myself since yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;this is the only place i could shout out loud and be truth to myself. shhow me the path that leads to what i wish ... please god. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS; mute :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-1152921239800307160?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/1152921239800307160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/1152921239800307160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/10/ok-this-is-no-link-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SthtbqnQvFI/AAAAAAAAAKA/QLLIc72TDuw/s72-c/DSC05474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-6720052467933798833</id><published>2009-10-15T17:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T17:38:35.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sorry for all my wrong. really. now, i should realise before saying something i must think it twice or more. like what we have agree. ok have fun on friday. thought u will change ur mind when she need you. but nvm its between u and her. takecare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, its our wrong and we both in fault as my part im sorry. for yours, ure forgiven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-6720052467933798833?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/6720052467933798833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/6720052467933798833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-sorry-for-all-my-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-1533025344692919322</id><published>2009-10-15T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T00:42:55.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Whooooo! It's My BIRTHDAY!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols! Yeah. It's My birthday. 18 FINALLY. Today was damn busy and damn tired. Too tired and busy that I can't message baby. SORRY!!!!. Early morning, woke up, met with Azim, Syabil, Indah, Akmal and Haikal at Jurong East. Went to ITE Belestier for some percussion shit performance. =.=. Just helping teacher out to lead the group cause I'm the only one experience in the percussion. Bla and bla, spent the whole day practicing the percussion and stuffs. The best part is, I was practicing and suddenly I heard my name from the Host in the hall. "Calling Arief, from ITE Bukit Batok on stage." I was shocked and I went up to the stage. He told me, "Got request bro. Some of our friends here knows you can sing. They want you to sing Ikrar Perwira." I was like WHAT THE HELL! Unprepared Ya know?! Most of the Ite Balestier students are my friends. Either from Primary, Secondary or Music Scenes. So what to do, since on the stage, go on. The band played real well, since it's been a long time since I played with alot of audience, I treat this as a gig. Everyone crowded infront of the stage. Started singing. The fun part, all was like "Fuyoooo". Hahaha! Lols Lols!! Performed well, used the whole stage somehow, and the funny part, some of them HEADBANGED! Haha! Then okay. After an hour, performed for the percussion group. Rest awhile, dead tired and went to work. Rushed like hell cause me and Syabil were late. Reached Harbourfront at about 20 mins later. Slept in the train. Venue of the event chaged. Suppose to be at Istana Park. Changed to Coast Guards Base for "Gala Night" event. Dead and dead tired. Now, my head are heavy. I'm going to sleep. Toodledoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Baby, I'm dead sorry if I didn't answer of reply your texts. Tried to call you when I was walking home from work. Can't reach. Your phone is off. Sorry. =(. I Love You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-1533025344692919322?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/1533025344692919322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/1533025344692919322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/10/whooooo-its-my-birthday-lols-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-6207151787462467191</id><published>2009-10-13T22:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:18:24.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;U&gt;13oct09&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiring BUT it was an awesome day today. few days ago, boyfriend have booked me to celebrate his birthday with me. hehe ^^ actually wanted to celebrate on the day itself that is &lt;U&gt;tomorrow&lt;/U&gt; but sadly , boyfriend die die wants to go for his enrole and have to work after that  -_-" nevermind. erm went over to have a treat at Mayuni Omar Music Cafe, again. boyfriend and get the same main dish that is, [Alamak! i forget the name] heh(: sorry sayang. and the the sides he ordered Mayuni's fries, "yang dalam ade mayuni mayuni eh". you dont understand, nevermind its not even for you people, hahah only maan and boyfirend know about it. i LOVE the cheese sauce maan. WEEL DONE *thumbs up! ok forget to mention things here... before the food are served, boyfriend are soo keen to know whats inside my small cutie paper bag, that is his present. HAHA! dead dead want to open at that moment. ok gave him and he tear off the wrapper, and its an ADIDAS Street wallet. i can see the difference with his impatience and the shock that he gave to me.he was smiling so widely sampai tak terucap kata-kata pon. i was like "ehh rilex laa" ... after that chilled at the cafe walk around taking pictures of this and that... while listning to boyfriend and maan singing on the acoustic stage... he sang a few songs with the guide of maan. and his new assist, farah!, and thats me.. after that HAHA! my turn to sing. boyfriend force me to, "if you love me you sing." and soo i was like "alaaaa tk fair." and jyeah sang just because if you. with the help of the lyrics infrint of me, dua insan bercinta by ella. lagu legend. hahaha. and i sang it well. even at first was sucky! hahaha. andandand~  i spott boyfriend was smiling widely *gembira sakan* when i sang it to him. at around 7 plus, when over to his jamming room and stayed there watching they tickles that base and guitar string, with boyfriend hiy that drum set like hell and maan lead the band. was awesome! thier songs never made me feel like so binget instead ,nice to hear it!&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to go for their upcoming gig. HURRY HURRY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;U&gt;141009&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If can, i want to do every single thing that i can to spent ur special day wisely. heh^^ i donnoe but somehow i really want to make a special day of yours a perfect one. but sadly i cant. i hope with the celebration that u had with me plus the birthday present that u wasn't expected *evil face* inclusive with the song that i sang to you live with microfone and infront of others too, *shy! had made my big grown babysmile and will remember it sweetly in his heart. ure turning EIGHTEEN sweeetheart! Wow, it was like so fast *tears rolling* Do you know, as ure grow older, u make really make me feel the fear to hold ur hand tighter..&lt;br /&gt;there's reason baby. i know u have been joking for all this while about chickies here and there, another girl riding on your back instead of me.&lt;br /&gt;Sayang, you really make me feel scared. Because i know u area man meant what is out from your mouth. I swear i dont really want that to happen. Please! If it does, then, i conuld just look down and be silent, leeting my tears to answer the pain. i dont really like when you first told me that ure going for a party after your day. You made me open my eyes wide, really wide. i cant stop you. i will never stop you. I know, ure big enough to enjoy woth the wild ones. i understand that. But what i hope after that day you will still remember who's ur girlfriend still. I know you going to be drunk. I'll let you enjoyonly for a day but please dont leave me for other bitch in that club. i love you more than you could see through my watery eyes. I really do baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; HAPPY EIGHTEEN BIRTHDAY love. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. i dont wish or want bad things to happen to our relationship. hold me tight baby.lease! about the previous post. that was originally my own work but the last part is a phrase from the song You -nur jannah allia. i hate it when you didnt reply my msg. or myb u didnt even look at ur fone theres a msg from me. ily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-6207151787462467191?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/6207151787462467191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/6207151787462467191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/10/tiring-but-it-was-awesome-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-7403531838045116694</id><published>2009-10-13T02:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T02:46:07.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2.39 a.m. Just reached home from eating at AL-Ameen. Was at the hospital with dad and mom. Mom had to stitch her wound again after her wound's stitch broke loose and blood splattered everywhere in the house. Managed to got home in time and helped her clean up and plaster her wound. I've become a NURSE! LOls. For my mom, she's safe when I'm the nurse. If others, perhaps they've died. Hahaha. Met with one of my ex-collegues at the emergency ward just now in the hospital. She met with an accident with her boyfriend. Lols. Not funny, but kinda gross. She suffered alot of injuries, well can't be shared here cause it's too gruesome somehow. Just telling that the boyfriend, suffers more. His knees turn 180 degrees to the back. Imagine. OUCH!. Heck, he always rides like there's no tomorrow. Crazy guy. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, sweet post that you've posted. But who the heck is NUR JANNAH ALLIA? Ahaaaa. Stealing someone's post is it? No originality ah you? Hahaha. Lols and Lols. It's okay, just tell me where did you get that post and I'll PRETEND that you're the one creating those sweet lines. Kwang3. Haha. Whatever it is. Thoughts that count eyh? Haa. Urgh. Schooling later. Can't imagine wether I could wake up or not. Geez. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. ONE MORE DAY TO MY BEST DAY!!!! WOOOHOOOO!! Hahahahaha. Lols Lols Lols!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here. Toodledoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I Love You. It's True. Don't Worry, Those Rude Behaviour Doesn't Mean A Thing, It's Just That I LOVE Teasing You. Hahaha. LOVE YOU!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-7403531838045116694?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/7403531838045116694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/7403531838045116694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/10/2.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-8627136806564638748</id><published>2009-10-12T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:57:01.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>with those words and wills&lt;br /&gt;you make me think twice&lt;br /&gt;not a break up &lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;a second thought to let you off and let you be free &lt;br /&gt;to enjoy your life to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;i've been always wanting you to be my side forever&lt;br /&gt;even if things are fated that we will going &lt;br /&gt;to be caught in an incident of moto crash,&lt;br /&gt;i would want to be with you that time and lie&lt;br /&gt;on ur arm when our body are full with blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will never thought off&lt;br /&gt;its a regret &lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;to me i will feel ,&lt;br /&gt;im the luckiest girl who got to be with you &lt;br /&gt;till our last breath&lt;br /&gt;i never want you to let go off me&lt;br /&gt;NEVER want&lt;br /&gt;nono, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all the things ive done and say &lt;br /&gt;for all the hurt that ive cause you &lt;br /&gt;i hope you will forgive me baby&lt;br /&gt;cause that wasnt what i meant to do&lt;br /&gt;- from nur jannah allia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. i will always admit you are my boyfriend even how bad you have behave towards me. cause youre the only guy i love. i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-8627136806564638748?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/8627136806564638748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/8627136806564638748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/10/with-those-words-and-wills-you-make-me.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-240290565629034424</id><published>2009-10-12T22:15:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:39:07.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i know this is soo overdue.. on the 6th of october, is our 6th months. and its soo random for the both of us to suddenly went eat together at Kenny Rogers Roasters, Marina Square. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391719903518794738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/StM8r4mkI_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/GJh7bWm4Msk/s320/P06-10-09_21.03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391719363437849746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/StM8McpO7JI/AAAAAAAAAJY/VnrN4kW4wbU/s320/P06-10-09_21.02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391719078552596066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/StM773XS7mI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Y1xAydVdkYk/s320/P06-10-09_20.41.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391718735094561442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/StM7n34hOqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/2zdbQXZE-r4/s320/P06-10-09_20.41%5B01%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391718036088799746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/StM6_L4jwgI/AAAAAAAAAJA/MTv1RZdd0bY/s320/P06-10-09_20.40.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! i swear i love cheese but that macaroni cheese makes me go eeeyarks! haha but to him is wuuu BEST! even finish up my bowl -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay next post, about yesterday. went to bugis, met boyfriend and MAAN and eat at Mayuni Omar Music Cafe.. boyfriend prepare for me Roti John ham with EXTRA cheese (: ok this is YUMMYUMM! niceeee laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391721263345850562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/StM97CWmWMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/UjTzs7P222E/s320/DSC00046.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391721808236441122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/StM-awOo7iI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/YJYPGpi0Qqc/s320/DSC00052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391721578049166322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/StM-NWtt2_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZSMhNJcMg6E/s320/DSC00047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks honey for the roti john its niceee and i'll be waiting for tomorrow meal (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS,loveyou lots &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-240290565629034424?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/240290565629034424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/240290565629034424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-know-this-is-soo-overdue.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/StM8r4mkI_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/GJh7bWm4Msk/s72-c/P06-10-09_21.03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-1055647555103065721</id><published>2009-10-11T02:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T02:57:34.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/StDTi2i6vJI/AAAAAAAAAIw/nKKbvSUTqsE/s1600-h/DSC_0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391041349673467026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/StDTi2i6vJI/AAAAAAAAAIw/nKKbvSUTqsE/s320/DSC_0121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/StDTibGLkII/AAAAAAAAAIo/wV3YzRJbOSI/s1600-h/DSC_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391041342305177730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/StDTibGLkII/AAAAAAAAAIo/wV3YzRJbOSI/s320/DSC_0110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/StDTh-xsSLI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qorJ6gPcrnY/s1600-h/DSC_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391041334703048882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/StDTh-xsSLI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qorJ6gPcrnY/s320/DSC_0129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azree sent this pics 2 days ago I think. He said he just found it in one of his folder. Ahaaakss. See those shades? Definitely people say it's girl's shades.Nope. Somehow it's unisex. Azree bought it for Topo. His friend. Ahaa. Then got the chance to try it on. Kinda nice ya know? Hahahah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started working at Mayuni Omar Music Cafe, M.O.M.C last friday. Well, the place is nice. The peoples too. The most fun part, the work is not even call a work. If got order, cook. After that wash utensils and the plates after they done eating. After cook, what to do? Go out, smoke! Or best still, jamm! Acoustic jamming only. Haha. Sing and play keyboard and stuffs. Fun. The pay is not that high, well that had to kept confidential somehow. The pay is best with the type of work. Ahaaa. Some more, I could go jamming at Beats Merchant if I got a jamming session and then go back down and continue work. Easy. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About The Sachok a.k.a SuckCOCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't worry. Did some stuffs and the I.P, it's banned. I've deleted those NO LIFE, UDERAGED, LIFE SPOILED, USELESS, NO LOVE, NO SHAME and SAD LIFE's tag on the tagboard. I mean it's banned, so he/she can't tag here anymore. I just copied the IP address just in case. Well, call me a coward, cause i have the government ready to bounce when the IP address is submitted to them. Hahaha. The government is the right choice eh? I have a life, so, do the right thing so I can accomplish what I want in my life. Not like the opposite type of peoples. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here. Toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: I miss you too baby. I Love you alot. Don't Worry, We'll meet soon. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-1055647555103065721?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/1055647555103065721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/1055647555103065721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/10/azree-sent-this-pics-2-days-ago-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/StDTi2i6vJI/AAAAAAAAAIw/nKKbvSUTqsE/s72-c/DSC_0121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-52548371851746792</id><published>2009-10-10T14:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T15:29:54.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hate it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hate it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;hate it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;hate it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hate it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;hate it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hate it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;hate it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hate it&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;previously, ask mamy can i work ? she said ok.. samore when i said boyfriend gonna get me somewhere. but in the end, yesterday, went out with hazirah and thaqifah to jurong point, suddenly, she text me saying 'you no need to find work' and i was like URGHHH! why siaa. walkwalk around then go lepak nearby jurong point then went home around tenpm. waited for the whole day for boyfriend msg and poof , the whole day is gone without any msges or calls. reason is, boyfriend forget to bring his phone. sayang, u make me soo worry. never mind, its over. now his working with a friend of his MAAN and i miss him badly.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;actually the main point is  , why cant i work ?! its bored at home. dudok rumah boring, nk kluaa... boyfriend keje so i wanna work too! i will have a very long break, sooo its time for me to have some money to spent on boyfriend and have fun .. get busy with hockey, work and boyfriend at the same time. garhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hate life !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ps. imiss him badly very bad. i miss you. i wanna meet you sayang. love you&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/7907581705037774102-52548371851746792?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/52548371851746792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/52548371851746792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/10/hate-it-hate-it-hate-it-hate-it-hate-it.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-8830851621372143166</id><published>2009-10-10T11:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T11:42:33.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;TO MISTER SACHOK ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ehem, mister that declare himself sachok, handsome, in our tagbox, i pity him alot. haix.. declaring himself sachok and said that boyfriend face is 'pecah'. in the first place .. if he thinks that his face is well, HANDSOME , why didnt you , mister sachok, show a picture of urself to me/us.. and why didnt u leave ur own name that have been given by ur parents instead of putting &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;SACHOK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; ... or in other words you're putting ur name as sachok and criticize others is because first you actually dont have the right to call urself sachok ?, just feeling2 sachok so people think with ur pecah face too people will still look at u as a sachok Boy ? or secondly ure jealous of us so thats why your pissed with us and u talk about us ? dont tell me that ure not jealous .. because if ure not, u shouldn't have been wasting ur energy typing at our tag box and criticize us. how smart u are mister sachok. so come on mann, show urself as mister SACHOK then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ohh mister , i guess u got the wrong person that u have sex with , till ure mistaken and thought that girl is me... sorry u've got the wrong person. aku rase banyak lagi pompuan yang kau da buat pakai. sebab tuu lah kau salah orang. lain kali check betol-betol k ? mister sachok. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;happy with ur no life mister ...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-8830851621372143166?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/8830851621372143166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/8830851621372143166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-mister-sachok-ehem-mister-that.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-4406089583122862393</id><published>2009-10-09T01:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T02:19:34.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/Ss4oIPjdBuI/AAAAAAAAAIY/diNTmaoZ85E/s1600-h/DSC_0533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390289926088361698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/Ss4oIPjdBuI/AAAAAAAAAIY/diNTmaoZ85E/s320/DSC_0533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/Ss4oHjQDVNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/eu1g3D5Ql9Q/s1600-h/DSC_0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390289914195825874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/Ss4oHjQDVNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/eu1g3D5Ql9Q/s320/DSC_0475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first pic was the jamming with Mercenarian. It was last tuesday. Beats Merchant, 3.30 till 7.45. Long huh? They never jamm so long, need to buck up. Heh. Why did I bother about them? Simple, I'm their manager. People may say, why this kind of band needs a manager? Worst, I'm not a professional and experienced one. Heck I say to them. First, this band, as I can see, is doing well and coming up pretty fast in the music industries in Singapore. Mercenarian performed alot of gigs, produced 4 originals, only 1 is published. 3 more originals coming up. I'm not professional, true. But by this way, I gain my proffesionalism and to be truthful, I've joined the marketing industries in the past and so I know the way of cash and business. Maan also experience in business. So yeah. Mercenarian needs a manager, as they're not well organised at times. Jamming conducted at wrong date, they last time accidentally let go a gig that can make them known, playing music without any income and stuffs. So I decided to step in, organising them, taking the right gig and at least, make some income for them from their recordings and their band, e.g, band tee-s. So, like it or not, I'm their manager now, they agreed, anything, I would handle it first. 60% of the dicision is made by me, and the rest, them. And yeah, the next original they produced, I'm in. Yeay! Lols. Goring through the song. Well, not all, some parts. So? Manager plays a part as well you know. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All right. The next post. It's for you dear. The reason I posted the birds, is simple. Well, first thing, took that picture at little india before I went to Mercenarian jamming. Went there with Azri to do some Photoshooting. Hehe. Let me guess, sometimes, you want to be like the birds, soaring free, flying high like no one cares. Okay wait, what's the link with you right baby? The link is, you'll be free like them. Yes you will. After reading your post, I'm darn shocked. I thought your post was referring to me. Seriously. Okay, now that I know, cause each time I see you, I see something in your eyes. Duhh, obviously I see your eyes when I look at them. But, behind those eyes, there's sadness, tears that are kept secretly, pain and anger. I know I know. I'm psychic. Lols. Seriously, I know somehow. I tried to make you happy, at times, can you see? I cried at when I see my mom and in the end, I made a joke at the lift a few moments after I cried. Not to make your status worst. Lucky that you laughed. Heh. Well, brothers can be jerks. I understand, but they are what you need. Not siding your brothers here, NO NO NO, don't phunk with my heart. LOLS! You're the only girl in the family, like you said. You have your exams, you have your this, and your that. You're still far away from gaining what I've gain, somehow. Told you alot of times, run to your room, take cover. Don't try to be busybody of what is happening, like going home early just to see a show. You're asking for it. Ahaaa. Each time you say you're scared, angry and stuffs, all that I told you, go to your room and keep yourself in. That's the only way to keep you off trouble. Seriously. Now that your brother had made you mad, sad or whatsoever, just go on with your life, I'm here. Each time you got back home, and if there's trouble or your brothers are somehow having their period, just go to your room, sleep or do some revising or drawings or whatsoever. As long as you don't add more fuel to the flame. You said, you've tasted the five fingers on your cheek. And I'm dead shocked and damn angry here. But I can't do anything. I'm not yet married to you. YET. Heh. Avoid yourself from recieve that 50 cent on your cheek again. Don't ever make more trouble, instead of a flying kick, I guess he's going to give you a Kamekameha(Dragon Ball) Blast to you. For now, lay low and stay out of trouble okay? Since I'm working at Mayuni Omar's Cafe, I'll consider of calling my photograph manager to take you in alright? Just prove me that you can change yourself to a better one that perhaps, to the limit that your brothers can think twice before giving you a Kamekameha. Change, NOT TILL WEAR TUDUNG all right? Just change a bit here and there will do. Remember, prove me and I'll consider calling the photography for Jurong Bird Park all right? Till here. Toodledoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: Don't worry, I just put some glue on your hands so you can hold on wayy stronger. Love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-4406089583122862393?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/4406089583122862393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/4406089583122862393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-pic-was-jamming-with-mercenarian.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/Ss4oIPjdBuI/AAAAAAAAAIY/diNTmaoZ85E/s72-c/DSC_0533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-320016428322421595</id><published>2009-10-08T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T22:47:10.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/Ss37WcHp73I/AAAAAAAAAII/IMcgF2orzGY/s1600-h/DSC_0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390240691956346738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/Ss37WcHp73I/AAAAAAAAAII/IMcgF2orzGY/s320/DSC_0363.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Didnt tell boyfriend because never want him to worry , but deep inside i suffer alot.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello. bad sucky fraking assyholey day. frak man.. i hate it. ughr! i know i have the responsibility but i hate his attitude. kerje asyik nk gertak-gertak and keep gertak. garhh~ like somehow, must i say, never ever love his own family members ? sometimes without him, my life are soo empty, no laugh, no jokes and lots more. but somehow having him 'back' in my life are feeling like I DONT HAVE THE FREAKING FREEDOM TO LIVE !! i know im a girl that needs to be taken care off and need to take care of my own name , family and especially parents. never ever bring shit to thier face. NEVER farah! but please, i have my own life to lead to. i know since small u've never ever feel like how lucky am i now.. having fun here and there. go out with friends enjoy, with hockey everything. but please if you know that Farah here needsomething different then ... come on man, u've grown. ughr! balek-balek terfikir . yes i know im a girl sayang.. i know i know! but i didnt want you to treat me this way. i know, without notify me since young maybe in future when i cant be controlled anymore i'll be more worst. entahla. simple, i didnt want and expect to be treaten like this. never want. five fingers of yours have ever felt on my cheeck. next what ? a flying kick ?.. i guess if u really dare to do that to me.. i swear i wont come back home and to remember as someone of my family members. never. yes i know im too pampered, so thats why , when kene gertak siket da nk menanges laa nk lari rumah laa. you know i wont dare to do all that. but if ive ever did that, i guuess you've gone over the limits of my patience as &lt;u&gt;YOUR YOUNGER SISTER. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, baby ive never feel unappreciated by you. i do love my family. and i love you alot too ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-320016428322421595?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/320016428322421595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/320016428322421595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/10/didnt-tell-boyfriend-because-never-want.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/Ss37WcHp73I/AAAAAAAAAII/IMcgF2orzGY/s72-c/DSC_0363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-4885426188407878462</id><published>2009-10-07T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:13:26.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HuHUHUHUU!! Lols. Okay, date, 7.10.2009. 12.35 a.m. Suddenly woke up from sleep. Dreamt about mom. Hoping she's soundly asleep right now. For, me, eyes are heavy, but felt like posting here. Gaah. Yesterday, 6.10.2009, official our half year anni. Gosh, so fast. Hahas. The pros, time fly fast and both of us are growing and we began to understand each other now somehow. =P. The cons, in this growing state, though we began to understand, misunderstandings always interfere. All right, the main point of posting here is one thing, 1. MOM. Baby, I don't need to post about you all the time right? Teheee. No no no. Just for this post alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rosidah Binte Abu.&lt;br /&gt; Wife Of Abdull Muntaha And Mother Of Three.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Have you ever felt that you hated your mom before? Have you felt that she's giving you hell by not giving you freedom, love and the care you needed? What would you feel if your mom, whom you hated suddenly laying on the bed in the hospital? She's still asleep and what would you feel when you look at her? I faced this. I regret. For those young ones, time is what you'll need. You'll gain freedom with time. Love, mom's love never fade for you. Care, she's giving her best care, but you didn't notice it. I saw my mom, lying on her bed, sleeping. She made through her operation. Her medicine has not wear off and she's still sleeping. Bending down towards her head, touching her forehead. Past things flashes back in an instant. The time when I was small, causing soo much trouble. Running away from home, caught smoking, coming home late often, being rude like hell, cause a big fight in the house and etc. Now, I'm going 18 next week. I got the license to smoke now, coming home late is not an issue now. I got all this through time. Looking at her while she's asleep, makes me regret all the thing I did in the past. Why did I do all that? Why didn't I just wait till the time that I'll get all the freedom and license I want? Her face shows she's already old, tired and one big thing. LOVE. I cried softly. Bend down again, called her. "Mak." She suddenly opens her eyes. Her medicine hasn't wear off and yet she managed to open her eyes to my calling. She tried to say a word, but I can't make it up. I began to cry harder. Baby was with me, she saw me crying. She never saw me crying, and suddenly she saw me crying hard. Suddenly, "Arief" It's my name that she's trying to say. I cried harder. She said in a weak voice, "Arief, jangan nangis sayang." I tried to stop, but I can't. She told me again, not to be bad, as she's sick. I nodded. Told baby to call dad whom outside. I can see dad's face is happy and quickly grabbed mom's hand. I walked out of the ward and sat outside. I cried and cried. Can't stop till I finally try to make a joke to make myself relax abit. Go out smoke and Maghrib finally arrives. Solat and pray. Tears drop during I was praying for mom. Thanking god for making the operation a success. You see. Mom maybe a bad women in the house. Nag and stuffs. Think again, why she nags? Why she kept you in the house and curfew you? Why she did all those things that you hate? Think back. Those whom reading this, don't you begin to think all this just when your mom is lying on the hospital bed. Think before you do anything more to make her sick and end up in the hospital.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here. Toodledoo.&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Baby, thanks for being there with me. I'm sorry if I cried too much. I've been strong in all ways but you finally see my weakness. Thanks alot. I love you. Thanks for comforting me and calming me down. That's what I need from my girlfriend and thank Allah, you did it. Alhamdullilah and I love you soo much Baby. Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-4885426188407878462?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/4885426188407878462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/4885426188407878462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/10/huhuhuhuu-lols.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-796902172440953983</id><published>2009-10-05T15:02:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T17:43:24.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boo! haha. Thaqifah here sebook2 update kan for farahin. gee. currently at Farah's crib, planning to study for tomorrow Maths N level Paper 1 but ending up using the lappy. lol. Took some Webcam Pictures through facebook earlier on. muke satu2 kekek beb. HAAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farah has been busy listing out what she's planning to buy for her boyfriend, Arief. 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"tk lame lagi kau pon jadi anak sdare aku kan".. "aku nk bilang *boyfriend's mum suroh cepat-cepat jangan tunggu lame-lame." im like whattt the hell ?!? hahaha. kekek arr .. ok got nothing to say anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS; jangan tak jadi, satu kampong dah tau ... 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She Still Smiles&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385470723226735442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/Sr0JFt4yE1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/H934E-kUU68/s200/DSC_0059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;View From The Sea House&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385470744165907106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/Sr0JG75EeqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/T1YSncJZXYI/s200/DSC_0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385470751983442178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/Sr0JHZA6mQI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Tf4ToKreVnU/s200/DSC_0185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Fishes and Crabs Are Their Source Of Income&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385472182308012754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/Sr0KapY3gtI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xZDkn89YWbM/s200/DSC_0249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385472167137827218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/Sr0KZw4A2ZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/UBZ-5wxJaOM/s200/DSC_0196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/Sr0KbsRmsnI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_g-Fc3maBU0/s1600-h/DSC_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385472200262726258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/Sr0KbsRmsnI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_g-Fc3maBU0/s200/DSC_0223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/Sr0KbPhF63I/AAAAAAAAAFI/pOGZmT68UBo/s1600-h/DSC_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385472192543058802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/Sr0KbPhF63I/AAAAAAAAAFI/pOGZmT68UBo/s200/DSC_0212.JPG" 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/7907581705037774102-5354869296599499158?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/5354869296599499158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/5354869296599499158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/09/view-in-harbourfront-centre-upon.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/Sr0JE56DrKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HTPBcVMeSDc/s72-c/DSC_0042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-1574439570740086493</id><published>2009-09-26T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T02:09:11.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ROOAAAARRR! Lols. Lame. I know. This few days, felt kinda scared somehow. Well, I never tell baby. Scared, sad and angry. I'm scared as days are passing like no one business and times are gone just like that. In a few blinks, mom going to attend some serious matter. I'm scared that something may happen to her and as baby says, pray. I did my prayings and I took good care of mom. Example, I wasn't that obedient last time. I always fight with her. Nowadays, got no idea why I changed soo much, for me atleast. The real life scenario was at Batam last yesterday. I wanted to shop and I wanted to buy alot of things. Camera Lenses especially. Befor I went to Batam, small brother told me "take care of mom. she said she's tired." Well, in the first place, my cousins, from malaysia came to Singapore to shop and overnight at my house. Well, as to respect them, mom serves them and bring them everywhere where they wanted to go. The day before going to batam, mom brought them to orchad and mustafa centre. Mom is sick and mom needs plenty of rest before her day. Out of respect and kindness, she still brings them everywhere without thinking of her health. Then the day to batam, after what small brother told me, I was like "hmm. okay. then I have to forget about shopping then. Never mind.". Early morning, woke up without mom waking me up, interrupt mom while she's making the coffee so I could make them, serving them food while mom was sitting. Looking to her face, I can notice 2 things. Tiredness and Pain. I pity her. Mom wanted to help, I told mom "Go and sit. I can handle this. You need a rest.". That's the line I used the whole day. Before going to batam, those guests are pissing me off. The ferry will go at 11 and it's already 9.45. We have to take bus and pass the immigration stuffs. All that take time. The guests are still chit chatting happily and drinking coffee like no ones business. I told them to hurry and go down. I quickly pick all the cups and washed them in one go. Mom on the other hand, brought them to the bus stop. Bla bla bla. Went in batam, for the guests, shopping time. Lucky, mom's cousin, Wak Julie was with her. I wanted to shop, then mom says "Go. Me and Wak will wait at the main door." Once I heard that, I just say, "Never mind. Give me some money to buy ciggs and I'll hang outside and smoke." Well, that's e least I could ask and do in order to stop me from going around and shop for stuffs. After one mall, went to another. Mom's face was tired cause it was kind of a long trip inside e mini van that we took. It's hot, dusty and smelly while we're on the road. Mom can't stand all that while she's sick. Still, she smiles every now and then. Reached to another mall, again, for the guests, shopping AGAIN. I could see mom was exhausted. I quickly grabbed her hand and brought her into an air conditioned restaurant to sit and have some drinks. I brought Wak to sit with her too. Odered some drinks and luckily, I can smoke in the restaurant. Sat with them, chit chat and played with camera. Told mom if she's tired, tell me. So that I can find any place that she can rest. She just nodded and says she'll be fine. After the mall, went to a cousin house there. My all time favourite place. Nice view and nice people. I'm happy that at least we're hanging there awhile. Mom can sit on a comfortable chair, go pray and rest awhile. While she's at the main house, I brought cousins to another house, the house which stands on water. So they can see the view. While I brought them there, mom can have more rest. After all that, went home. Took ferry home and when I look at mom in the mid of the trip, she was sound asleep. Good. Bla Bla Bla again, and AGAIN, mom have to take the guests to vivo. They wanted to shop there. Whoargh. Rich people eyh. My cousin came with his family, so it's quiet big. We have to split into two. The demanding ones follow me, the not-so-demanding follow mom. So mom won't have much trouble and it will make her life easier. For me, naah. Demand? You think I'm going to care? Haha. You want to shop, I'll show you the SHOP. The stuff you find it. Haha. Then we tour around the vivo for atleast 2 hours or less. Guess what, they WOW-ED at every merchandise, and finally they bouth a men's NIXON watch cost $639 and NIXON lady's watch cost $399. GOSH! In my dreams to get a watch that expensive! It's just a watch! I can buy just $5 and in the end, it have the same function. To look at time! =.=. Lols Lols. After that, went eat at banquet. Again those guests are demanding to eat pizza hut. As simple as it seems, I told them, "Pizza Hut tak halal kat sini." Hahahahaha! Well, actually it's halal but I don't want to listen to their demand. Guess what? In the end, they eat chicken rice. HAHAHAHAHAHAH! Amek kau ubat. Hahaha. Took bus home. Told mom to straight go to sleep. I cleaned the house, talk with them and serve them drinks while mom are asleep. I don't care if I'm tired. I'm used to sleep late nights. And finally, they went home in the morning today. Hahas. Really, it's a long post. Simple as it seems, I began to feel something. I Love My Mom. Honestly. I never felt this feeling for the past 17 years. From this age, 17 1/2, I guess I start to feel what's she's here for and what she's doing for me are all for me. Since I was small, I'm the naughtiest thing on the earth, I can tell it by mom's expression when I talk about myself when small. Haha. Alright. I'll post some pics when I'm at batam. Other pics are in my facebook photos. See it and comment it. Toodledoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Baby. Guees we're on the same boat. We're worried about our mom. Think that we love them much. I love you and I love my mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-1574439570740086493?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/1574439570740086493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/1574439570740086493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/09/rooaaaarrr-lols.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-6436803393031321134</id><published>2009-09-25T13:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T18:44:25.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on wednesday. meet thaqifah and hazirah at taman jurong. wahhlannn anti-taman jurong sia. bangla all over! here's some pictures taken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk294/farahin93/?action=view&amp;current=DSC05294.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk294/farahin93/DSC05294.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;C&gt; while waiting for the order &lt;/C&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk294/farahin93/?action=view&amp;current=DSC05296.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk294/farahin93/DSC05296.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;c&gt; eat rojak at taman jurong shopping centre yang boring, $3 siket ehh &lt;/C&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk294/farahin93/?action=view&amp;current=0c4d6649.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk294/farahin93/0c4d6649.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;C&gt;after eat, buy bubble tea. :milk tea, caramel coffee, vanilla coffee. &lt;/C&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk294/farahin93/?action=view&amp;current=b0de96a5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk294/farahin93/b0de96a5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;C&gt;hazirah &lt;/c&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk294/farahin93/?action=view&amp;current=a99f786f.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk294/farahin93/a99f786f.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;c&gt;thaqifah&lt;/c&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;C&gt; went home and snap pictures in bus with tipah &lt;/c&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk294/farahin93/?action=view&amp;current=4b517457.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk294/farahin93/4b517457.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk294/farahin93/?action=view&amp;current=507a2e27.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk294/farahin93/507a2e27.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk294/farahin93/?action=view&amp;current=0b4acdce.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk294/farahin93/0b4acdce.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;C&gt; thaqifah, is actually tengah tahan nak ter berr-berr *cramp face XD &lt;/c&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then home sweet home ~ &lt;br /&gt;ohh yaa i forget to insert something in here. &lt;br /&gt;while waiting for bus at one of the bustop near the taman jurong CC, thaqifah feeling her stomach like going to give out something. soo she gave us the very crampy face and say "ehh aku tk tahan " .. soo me and hazirah accompany her to the nearest toilet that is the toilet at CC. before she went to the handicap toilet, the door was open, she let go off my hand and rush in to the toilet. suddenly, i saw her close her face with her hand and turn out back. with her scared expression. what happend, inside there actually there's an old man, still pee-ing but he didnt lock or even close the door. hazirah and i laugh out loud, and its very loud. hahahahahahXD pity thaqifah. then atlast she must tahan till home laa.  (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-6436803393031321134?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/6436803393031321134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/6436803393031321134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-3432556809074052999</id><published>2009-09-24T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T16:19:34.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. ok first of all, i wanna say im superbviously bored! to the core. dear is away with famiiaaa ): and im like here aloneeee. haiyaaaa~ mendakmendakmendak! today went school alone without any accompany eiyfa or hazirah cox both didnt attend school -.-" one lazy, one sick.. nevermind. came back from school, mummy is sick. so need to help do this and that. and now is resting time. after these busyness, gonna meet tipah myb at cc. erm soo tipah take ur time uhs. ((: &lt;br /&gt;sorry people, a short one here. im frakingly bored laa. so going to siap2 and outs. &lt;br /&gt;sayang, im going to meet thaqifah k. then maybe go jp. so call me when u're back deary (:  loveyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS; frakingly pissed of the HOT story. gaarrrhhg~ please i want to know the truth. even its a small thing.   |imy&amp;ily|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-3432556809074052999?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/3432556809074052999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/3432556809074052999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-7414046577348633148</id><published>2009-09-23T13:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T14:10:03.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyloo! raya still raya-ing. school still stilling as per normal. theres no means like if theres raya, no school. HAHA :D ok samore N are coming really soon. gosh~ must start revision already. comeon girl, open book, seat and study... dont only say the  never do. i know i know. haix! ok nowadays im kinda pissed with mummy,seriously -.-! ok abang getting married in few days, and then she then more pissed with one of the person somewhere for not being truth or something. in other words like mummy is thinking that she's hiding something from her. haiyaaa. da pissed tuu ok laa. i understand the preassure that she's facing now. then da marah pat orang lain, orang lain pulak kene terime kemarahan nya. haix. as seorang anak perempuan, trying hard to calm her down and trying to help her by not giving her some much trouble and help to solve some of it. haiyaaaa~ kecohkecohkecoh! ok gonna be with dear for the most of the time on the day of the weddig(: cox he's our photographer and im his helper. what helper, help dear take water or worst wipe sweat. =.=" haha. ok laaa. something kan. better than just looking as him snap those pictures. i really cant imagine how's the day gonna be seriously. i hope mummy can bersabar with all the problems that came in a shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. honey, im fine with anything. engageing with you is a YES! (: ly dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-7414046577348633148?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/7414046577348633148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/7414046577348633148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/09/heyloo-raya-still-raya-ing.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-1278698580825733791</id><published>2009-09-22T00:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T01:31:26.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HoHoHo. Merry Raya! Hahaha. Damn. Tired serving cousins and aunties with uncles. Though this year raya is not that happening, still, cousins are fun to be with. Hahaha. Honestly. I was left out last time. Meaning, well, I'm not from this family entirely, Baby should know that. Last time, I was alone at most part. Basically not that alone. I'm left out with Dinie, my small cousin. We both get along well till today. Maybe I was small back then and yeah, can't mix around well yet. But now, whoooaa. I was enjoying the laughter with them. Haha. Cool. The 24 years old showing his true colours, by having an attitude of a 15 years old. For us the younger ones, understand understood eh? Hahaha. We chit chatted, laugh and smoked together. Exchanging stories, well, if guys are with guys, normally, dirty things come out. Like, chicks and stuffs. Lols! But confidential stuffs are kept confidential. Hahaha. If with the ladies, normally talk about "school", jobs and gossiping around. Hahahas. Guys also know how to gossip aite. Well, when we gossip, we're worst then the ladies. Hahaha. Being a part of this family have the disadvantages. FARTINGS. I don't know why, this family have the habit of farting everywhere. Even in the lift! Well, that's their favourite place to fart. Hahahaha! Another thing, it smells like a sewage pipe or worst still, shit! Hahaha! No matter guys or ladies. Damn! For guys, when the right time comes, we'll be devils. No so much of an exciting thing to do, but making the sparkles into rockets. Just tying it up, taping the sparkles into rockets and hope it could fly. Worst come to worst, it will just burst or explode. Small brother and mine explodes. Haha. Below are the pictures took from the outings. Till Here. Toodledoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Darling, Since We're Wearing White For Raya This Year, How About Going To Engagement While We're At It? Lols!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Cousins Together&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/Sre33QSVA8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/PNpCT7ocgVQ/s1600-h/DSC_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/Sre33QSVA8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/PNpCT7ocgVQ/s200/DSC_0082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383974039437247426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;When The Ladies Take Their Turn&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/Sre33_lqHEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/teXvzvCExEo/s1600-h/DSC_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/Sre33_lqHEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/teXvzvCExEo/s200/DSC_0095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383974052134788162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Then The Guys&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/Sre32-Jy_6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/ncnN2n1zdew/s1600-h/DSC_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/Sre32-Jy_6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/ncnN2n1zdew/s200/DSC_0108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383974034569625506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-1278698580825733791?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/1278698580825733791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/1278698580825733791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/09/hohoho.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/Sre33QSVA8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/PNpCT7ocgVQ/s72-c/DSC_0082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-7393950116500966851</id><published>2009-09-20T02:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T02:10:17.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its 2 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;dear is away and im fornicate-ly bored -.-!&lt;br /&gt;nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;brother's went to geylang,&lt;br /&gt;and never bring me along. wth.&lt;br /&gt;im pissed with mum, she never let me go because im&lt;br /&gt;gonna be the only girl there. another -.-!&lt;br /&gt;aku bored.aku bored.aku bored!&lt;br /&gt;dear, i need you. i miss you alot.&lt;br /&gt;okok now wanna try to entertain myself~ &lt;br /&gt;tralalalalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;center&gt; muslims,  SELAMAT HARI RAYA XD *wink&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-7393950116500966851?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/7393950116500966851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/7393950116500966851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-2-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-2030229851380640267</id><published>2009-09-19T14:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T14:58:13.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyhey just a short simple and short post.&lt;br /&gt;replying honey's post. &lt;br /&gt;yang, you touched my heart.&lt;br /&gt;im flying up high now ^^ tehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sudah lama ku memaafkan dirimu sayang.&lt;br /&gt;kau kekasihku dan kau lah setengah nyawaku.&lt;br /&gt;sejak kita bersama, kau telah mencuri hati ini &lt;br /&gt;dan menyimpannya dengan baik di hatimu.&lt;br /&gt;walaupun kau telah membuat kesilapan di belakangku,&lt;br /&gt;tetapi hati ini telah memaafkan insan yang aku amat mencintai.&lt;br /&gt;i've forgive you my dear.&lt;br /&gt;you will always be forgiven even how deep and big your&lt;br /&gt;wrongs to me. &lt;br /&gt;i've been telling you that i love you.&lt;br /&gt;yes i do. i swear with the only name in my heart is you.&lt;br /&gt;only your name. i wont replace nor change the name in here.&lt;br /&gt;it will always be mine. you're mine not others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear, &lt;br /&gt;forgive me for all my wrongs and my stupid-ness to you.&lt;br /&gt;hurt, crushing ,lying and more &lt;br /&gt;to your heart ... im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;im truely sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i will change to follow your will &lt;br /&gt;and be yours till eternity.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry. im sorry. im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i cant say beautiful words but trust me,&lt;br /&gt;deep inside-down- in my heart, &lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayang, you takecare when ure away. &lt;br /&gt;contact me whenever you can, k sayang.&lt;br /&gt;i love you (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-2030229851380640267?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/2030229851380640267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/2030229851380640267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/09/heyhey-just-short-simple-and-short-post.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-8533763048569247869</id><published>2009-09-19T14:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T14:24:53.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello Hallo. Just posting a short and simple post. Okay, Baby, I'm heading to JB soon, and tomorrow I'm going to spend my half day raya-ing there. Oh gosh. It's such a shock that raya is tomorrow. Gosh. Scary. First thing first, I can't contact you tomorrow for half day, so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, Forgive Me For All My Wrong Doings.&lt;br /&gt;I Really Asking Your Forgiveness. &lt;br /&gt;Well, This Is Part One.&lt;br /&gt;When We Meet To Go Out Together, That's Going To Be Part Two.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, No Girl Is Behind You Nor Infront.&lt;br /&gt;I Love You From Bottom Of My Heart.&lt;br /&gt;Those Harsh Words I Said.&lt;br /&gt;It's Either I'm Angry Or&lt;br /&gt;To Make You Realise Something.&lt;br /&gt;Most Important Thing, I Beg For Your Forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Want To Be&lt;br /&gt;Like A Child Rolling On Floor&lt;br /&gt;Crying For Candy.&lt;br /&gt;But Instead Me Crying For Your Forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;Ku Pohon Maaf Terhadap Mu.&lt;br /&gt;Kau Tempat Kucurahkan Kasih Dan Sayangku.&lt;br /&gt;Tempat Ku Bersandar.&lt;br /&gt;Tempat Ku Berkongsi Senyuman.&lt;br /&gt;Percayalahku Wahai Kasih.&lt;br /&gt;Ku Mencintaimu Tulus Dari Hati.&lt;br /&gt;Sekali Lagi Ku Pohon Maaf Dari Mu.&lt;br /&gt;I Love You.&lt;br /&gt;Aku Cinta Padamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-8533763048569247869?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/8533763048569247869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/8533763048569247869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-hallo.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-1009773846422194932</id><published>2009-09-16T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T20:48:48.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>body temperature for now; 37.8 deg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! haiyaa~ hmm serve me right for this situation. Jyeah, cox for all this while, i've been wanting to get sick. But really not expecting to get this serious sickness of very high fever, running nose and abit of hard cough. but hmm nevermind laa. have to accept it with patient. &lt;br /&gt;today. thought wanting to meet dear as to ask him accompany me to aunt's place but jyeah, in the end he says that he have something on till can only meet me at five. nevermind. so i didnt plan anything to get out from house since i know i cant by the time cox its already late and its like time to breakfast. we were fine with both of us. Yesterday, his dad gave him some money for 'Duit raya', jealous abit(: but nevermind i guess i've got alot of things around me. white kurung, checked! shoe, checked! bag, ohh dang! i forget about that. got to buy one fast!~ makeup, soon, buying with mum tomorrow or worst come to worst by friday. what else im missing ? /thinkthinkthink!&lt;br /&gt;Recently, have been notice-ing my dear is busy preparing himself to be a photographer on my brother's wed. i was kind of like shocked, wow ! my sayang, you really semangat in this uh. haha. and he said that, at the same time he can also make it as his portfolio. to me, i dont really mind what he wanna do for bro's wedd but my mum asked for something that simple and dont make things complicated. just snap any knid of pictures as long in there, there's groom and bride complete body (: lawls! as for my part, i'll just be his assistant for the day. im not sure what i shall be doing on that day ... maybe wipe-ing his sweat or take for him drink ? something ? haha! seriously got no idea mann. whatever it is, how easy or simple my work will be, i, as his girlfriend will always support him from his back. but if he doesn't like from the back then from any angle will do. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh and YES! we have bought our white outfit for hari raya. wanted to buy the couple set but its like wayyyyyyy expensive. haha! so after the whole day rounding at eylang , we decided to buy seperately. ok then. dear bought baju kurung putih, like a silk type for $45. and i bought kebaya, dear call this the kebaya 'kebaya nyonya'. wanting to buy myself just a normal kebaya that is also silk type so i can same with him but instead he really diedie wants me to buy kebaya then i bought it at $30. to me, it doesnt look attractive cox all it cover up XD and its not the time of design that i would really want. the one which i want so much cost $99, one suit. Great deal uh! haha! its sooo mahal mannn. nevermind, i took the outfit of his choice. Jyeah maannn! cant wait for raya in a few days coming... tick tok tick tok tick tok.&lt;br /&gt;the clock's ticking and homes are not to top yet. not to say tiptop but even not done with any cleaning... really this year is not that really for raya. not sure why. i guess maybe because mum and other family members are busy with bro wedd stuff soo jyeah. no cookies! no tibits! no sweet colouring water! yes !nothing!! no gosh! hahaha. i know the last day of fasting gonna be the most tiring and lazy day of the month. gonna clean this and that, blow away the dust from the top of the table, everywhere. i know the next day, we wont get to got up on time to seek for forgiveness in the morning. hahahaha! and im sure. all my three brother will be dead continue sleeping after came back from sembahyang hari raya. superb sure people! ;)&lt;br /&gt;not sure about my sayang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year is the first time i will celebrating hari raya with my dear and its his first time celebrating hari raya with me and the first time to both of us celebrating hari raya together. omg, what a complicated sentences! ok im happy and really cant wait for the day.wuahaha! dear, must i seek forgiveness from you? /showing a pity face. haha Wow! i can imagine when i kiss ur hand, and asking forgiveness, we will look like we are husband and wife mannn. haha okok thats great baby! i dont know why but yes im into to meet you on hari raya baby, okok enough enough of ur crap farah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh yes. i remembered something his mum going for major operation on our half year anni. hurt, feeling sad, when heard that from dear. sayang dont you think so much ok. i know ure sad, she's the only person you have in ur life but comeon, dont think negatively when it hasn't happen. look up and keep walking and dont stop to look down, no peeping baby. i'll be by ur side and be the best for you in your life ok dearest. ily. trust me, i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. just trying to spend my short lifetime with you sayang, trying hard not to lie. but i have too when im really missing you baby. |scrambler please, super4 or any other sexy bike also can.|&lt;br /&gt;/i deadly wanna ride a bike):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-1009773846422194932?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/1009773846422194932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/1009773846422194932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/09/body-temperature-for-now-37.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-6735339983946660093</id><published>2009-09-15T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T01:43:45.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh. Can't sleep yet. It's 1.27 a.m. Baby is sound asleep I guess. Baby is sick. Baby needs alot of rest. Baby must eat medicine. Well, what people say, what you say will eventually happen somehow. Baby wanted to be sick soo much. So baby, *pooof!* you got your wish. 3 days MC. Lols. Today was a kind of heck of a day. Morning, concentrated like a mad men. Need to learn how to do the bloody PCB drawings in the comp and change it to Circuit Drawings. I know no one understand. But what the heck. I just post it. Then thankfully, I managed to did it. Then break only a while, went to canteen and slack. Sing some songs as Fendy brought his guitar for the Talent Month reherseal. I'm in it as well. After break, back to class. Lucky it's Javascript. No need do soo much work. Hahaha. Sat down at the lab, played some games and in the end, "EH! Copy your work into my thumbdrive lei. Thx!" Haha! Blasted of from class early for the reherseal. Everyone rehearsed and Junaidi is being a freaking funny guy with his funny actions and accents. Hahaha. Damn. Really had a good time. Went home around 6 I think. Break fast at 7.04 and ate Nasi Lemak, Onde-Onde and Curry Puffs. After eat, went out to Lakeside to meet Armand first. Armand met me to pass his thumbdrive. In it, got his pics that he wanted me to edit for him. Alright. Then, went to Bukit Panjang to meet OB. Went there and talked about my newly bought flash. Nikon SB-600 Flash. He teached me some techniques and guess what? I forgotten the techniques. Hahaha. Then came one guy, Fash. Weird name but he's a good guy. Just joined Syonan few days back. Chatted with him and got to know that he just bought his Kawasaki KRR. He told OB that he wanted OB to test ride it wether it's okay or not. OB is busy so he can't. I came up with an idea, how about I trying it instead? Fash was reluctant in the first place but I assure him nothing will happen as we will ride it somewhere deserted aroung Bukit Panjang. He said OK and we went to the place. I took over the bike and Fash sat behind. I told him to grab the tail tight as this going to be hell. It's a damn straight road and after that straight road, sharp turns and after the turn, it's going to be straight back to OB house. He was nervous and said OK finally. "Prrreeengggg!" Wierd sound as he's bike has a standard pipe but all inside of it are customed. First, it reached 80, 100 and finally 120. Can't go any futher as I'm reaching the corner. Cornered and nearly accident as I skidded. Thank god Fash managaed to stabalized the bike back cause the rear tyre slided when it hits the sands. After the corner, straight road, "Prrrreeennngg!" Again we go. Finally we reached OB house back. Well, the bike is okay, not that fast as OB's KR last time but, still. It's a racer's machine. We came back, Fash face was kind of pale. Still can't get over the skidding part. He just passed his license and got his bike. What do you expect? For me, kind of use to it. Hahaha. Pity Fash. After that, went home and bla bla. Told baby to sleep early as she ate her medicine. Baby called me awhile and saying that she is not sleepy. In the end, she ownself blew her cover when I told her "Don't play laptop'. She replied, "No no. I'm sleepy already." First she said she's not sleepy and then she said she's sleepy. Why do you need to lie to me? Having fun aye? Geez. Till here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: You lied to me. This is not the first time. =(. |I still can't figure out, KR or Mini Scambler?|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-6735339983946660093?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/6735339983946660093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/6735339983946660093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/09/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-2201895300402135672</id><published>2009-09-10T10:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T17:14:41.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can bad dreams be happening in real life ? i will pray hard to god pleasing-kneeling and hope NO. how can this dream be like stucked in my head ? i dont know. isit i misses you so much , so thats why i dream about you ? but WHYWHYWHWYWHY must it be a BAD one. its reallyreally fornicate-ly bad. till i cut the story ,  means i woke up when i find i cant stand it anymore and i realise something... i was breathing extreamly fast! like orang sesak nafas. WTH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here how the story goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in real life)&lt;br /&gt;i didnt got to sleep early that night. wasnt that busy but just doing that post,previously. soo i blogblogblog and postpostpost, and i stop at around 315am. i still have an hour 15min to my sahur time. so i try to force myself not to sleep because once i sleep, i'll be gone forever and my sahur too. but in the end, i was soo sleepy and ' puhhhh ' im dead. then i woke up late for sahur at 5am.maaaan. was like imagine-ing and thinking why didnt you wake me up at four thirty. i didnt wandered that much cox only we both know the reasons why. and after eat i look at my phone for the last time and be dead again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in my dream)&lt;br /&gt;thhings between us are normal, not like what happening now. we both are in great terms its just that we have not been meeting each other for so loooonnngggg time. then i dont know how we both were at this place, raffles link. we both were walking, if im not wrong u're finding something.. like that time u're finding where's the donut factory shop right ? but now i dont know. and it happens like the same thing as the previously we was there. you asked me to withdraw some money from ure account so you could buy something. but then after i queued for so long, reached that machine suddenly i forget your Pin number. /was soo dummy! so i move on a step and try to look for you. after meeting you, i gave back your card and said, i lupe you nye Pin number laa. sorry. you showed  me  this face, -.-" but im smiling (: nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find a place to rest our legs. and we found it like infront of a so called boutique that sells thorn jeans and stuff, its a cool shop. and beside us is Ripcul surfers shop. while i was munching something. you pass me your bag because i want to look for something, then i spott that you boughtt yourself a bag from either Topshop or Charles and keith. its a bag that i wanted to buy for raya. -.-" and at that moment what i was thinking is.. my boyfriend ? going be lembut ?... hell NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok things begin here.&lt;br /&gt;while sitting , two man.. i prasan muke dorang like one of them is like adek(syonan) another enta.. they approached us and ask you arief uh. then u say who arief. they walk away. (then something missing here !!) suddenly a girl came out from the surfers shop and come towards us. REMEMBER THIS , u were sitting beside me (mind this) and she came up and say , "hey sayang" in the menggatal way. i remebered she wears pink top and leggings. UHHGG! she then sat on your lap. when i saw that, i turn myself away. dont wish to see any of her acts. fornicate. suddenly we were at her house. okok this part ade lame siket but seriously i dont know how this can happen. just read ok. when da sampai rumah pompuan tu we both seated ,still, side by side. in the living room with her mum tengah lipat baju on the floor. we didnt say a single word to her mum. but what i remembered last time bile you ngn die, u very rapat with her family too. went out together everything. -.-! soo ok get back. erm she was in her room. die klua again and asked you to go inside to her room. u refuse. "i tknk laa! i dah ade matair. tk nampak per matair i pat sebelah ni! da knape ngn you " u said to her. pompuan tu merajok and went to her room. i turn looked at you and whisper " nevermind sayang, you just go and pujok her. i tknk nanti die buat kecoh. dont worry about me, i'll be fine. " ... "kejap k sayang" you replied. i nodded my head and see with my very eye seeing you walking towards her room. you knock on the door and went in, and CLOSE THE DOOR!! my mind are thinking crappp! but i cut it off cox i know i get crapp from you if i think that way. soo i diam, left me and her mum pat living room. suddenly that orang tue merentah i " ehh pompuan, kau jangan nak dudok pat situ jer, pegi dapor gi basuh pinggan yang beserak tu" i look at her into her eyes and jeling. dalam hati berkate-kate ,"ehh ehh siape aku nk kemas kan korang!"&lt;br /&gt;lame jugak tunggu u pat lua ni, ape aje matair i buat... selepas penantian yang lame. you pon kelua. nampak mcm you kust wore back the baju yang you pakai tadi. you was like so fresh! before that pompuan tu klua dulu. die tuka baju.. die pakau mcm t-shirt besar,grey. and you too. i was like "woah! tukar baju nampak." ok she went to the kicthen and i think make some drink. you came up to me and i dont know whats wrong with you. u marah marah i. you maki maki i, pompuan sundal, pompaun sial, ALL !&lt;br /&gt;i was shocked i looked at you and i cried. was thinking "ape pompuan jahanam tu da buat pat you, sampai u jadi gini! "  after that.. i dont remeber what happen cox i tersadar. tapi bile i sadar tuu, i rase macam i breathe so fast! extremely fast. geram sangat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. bad dream ever. never want to get this anymore. ily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-2201895300402135672?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/2201895300402135672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/2201895300402135672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/09/can-bad-dreams-be-happening-in-real.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-656656309114527666</id><published>2009-09-10T02:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T02:36:24.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The northern ireland conflict is between two religions, the protestants and catholics. the conflict lasted 30 years. over 3 600 people were died and 40 000 others were injured. these conflict is due to different educational system, different allocation housing, different ?? divided loyalties and lack of vote rights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one main causes of the conflict is educational system. They have schools for Protestants Only and schools for Catholics Only. schools for Protestants only taught the children british history, play british sports and loyal to United kindom. While schools for Catholics tought chilren Irish language and culture. mix school a few and not popular. ... children go to school with thier own religion. with this segregation, children wouldn't get a chance to know and learnt about other people religion and it may lead to misunderstanding in conflicts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second point is about political system. the catholics wants to be an Irish and join to be Republic of Irealand and while protestants wants to be reunited with britsh and loyal only to united kindom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// social studies notes that our social studies teacher told, not told but actully force us to study. study hard but atlast it didnt came out on our social studies N level. fornicate! studied all this in a night and day. felt so down. restless. because, for all this while ive been not studying SS, hate it. but just because of N's. studied but in the end on up to. hell.&lt;br /&gt;three papers are over. malay; listening compre,paper 1 and paper 2 , english; paper 1 and 2 , social studies.  soon upcoming is physics and chem on 5,next month. holidays up and revision up too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS; goodluck on your paper :D takecare.   ily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-656656309114527666?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/656656309114527666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/656656309114527666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/09/northern-ireland-conflict-is-between.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-6358305706807550026</id><published>2009-09-09T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:50:49.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FFFuuuhhhhhh!! Dust everywhere. Alright. Now it's 12.40 a.m. Hahas. Tomorrow, which is today, wednesday, I got a phase test. Whoooo! The best thing is, I don't even know a single damn thing! Yeayyyy! Lawwwwllsss. Just now, after break fast, went to hang out with Armand Memnoch, one of blackbird's head at Lakeside. Hrmm, I counted, 4 days I didn't meet Syonantos. Well, I'm used to that. Haha. Okay, went to hang out with Armand, Fadhly, Frost and Syah. First, there were Armand, Syah and Fadhly. Talk and talk, came Frost. Whooo! He's riding a small scarmbler. Class 2B scrambler. I was like, whoooooa. Never I have a friend that ride 2B scrambler cause Syonantos hate 2B scramblers! I admired Frost's bike for a long time and guess what?! Frost offered his key. "Ni amek. Kau tengok-tengok uat per? Go and test ride." He said to me. My eyes open wide and smiled. Yeayyyy!!!Happily I took the key and wore his helmet. Luckily, got 2 helmets, so I pillion Syah. I was scared at first, damn, long time since I rode a bike man. A scrambler, which I never rode before! I was damn damn damn excited. So, just steadily do the same routine. Clutches and bla bla. I rode the bike slowly at first. Whoooo! Not bad. Some more, they sey it suits me rather then KR. Cause I'm tall. =D. I rode the bike outside the parking lot and rode it to Jurong Point. Coolio! Bought some snacks and back to the "Pondok" where we slacked. When on the way back, I purposely took the long way. A dark, silent road. Then what? Test the bike!! I told Syah to grab on me tightly cause I'm going to whack this baby up! "Vroom Vroom!". Finally, weeeeeee!! The pick up was so god damn fast and I got little "kanchiong" cause I need to gear up quickly. Reached the top gear and realised, damn, this is not as fast as KR I rode. Straight road, this scarmbler could go up 130 km/h. I rode KR 140 km/h. Though it's 10km away, but it's alot of diff. Naaah. I don't care. I rode happily and brought the bike back. Smiling and with confidence I told the rest, "DAMN! I GOING TO GET THIS BIKE!" Haha! Who knows that I hated scramblers at first. Now, begin to love it. Hahaha!. Alright. Going to get that bike. Small scambler, I'm coming for you! Hahaha! Toodledoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-6358305706807550026?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/6358305706807550026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/6358305706807550026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/09/fffuuuhhhhhh-dust-everywhere.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-1578044892537341126</id><published>2009-09-03T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:14:39.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>confused ? any other english word i can describe this feeling when there's like too many disturbence in my mind. a day that is really tiring, and restless too. early in the morning, feeling soo giddy cant even really bring up my head. almost got a bang on the wall. but glad i realise i wasnt that awaken at that time. went to school with a grumpy face. asked mummy, can i dont go school. in other words she could say yes but.. she said in a way, do have any paper today? when u didnt go to school, so must i write a letter to your teacher? so i decide. never mind just go to school and try to bear the pain. during physical education lesson, had so much laughter with the girls. learnt new technics too from atika and jess. its cool man! and guess whatt, i didnt breakfast in school, instead went back home and sleep till 645pm. so shiok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during lesson time, i decided to text you. sorry cant really remembered what i say. actually inside there, i wanted to say sorry to you cox the stuff happens between us yesterday night. but i dont know. with this strong hard feelings, i didnt do it.&lt;br /&gt;i was waiting and kept looking at the screen hoping, the name honey would appear anytime. waited still, till im home, i know this sound like soo.. i sleep with my phone in my hand all the time. was hoping while i was sleeping you would msg me or call. i waited till before the time due for fasting of the day, a text from honey.&lt;br /&gt;saying he said he's sorry for not msging me. felt like "awwwww". and he didnt msg me due to some valid reason. but i dont know. should i text him back or just repay back by ignore -ing him ? which?!! if i ignore, till when this thing going to settle. but if i reply will he reply back and wont do this thing again ? soo i kept quiet and suddenly i feel so mad at everyone even i shouted at my big brother. wth , whats wrong with you farah. mummy knows that im not in the mood , so what she could say is, asking me to be more sabar and sabar, kau kan pausa. i silent. till now i didnt reply his msg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i geram pat you. i marah pat you. sesangat sangat. i tk tau knape i rase ni. i feel like ughggghhhh~ enta macam i terfikir like ok sabar sabar. i patut faham you dengan keadaan you mcm ni. i tetap sabar. i sabar sebab i sayang you. i sedih tau bile you tk reply msg i. mcm cinta i tk terbalas. i tak suke risau pasal orang lagi2 orang yang i sayang. it makes me feel uneasy. please you, tolong faham i jugak. i tak mengharap big things from you. but reply me when i text you. im here understanding at ur problems.i know just now u cant, but next time... please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS/ imissyou so much. i swear i love you too. please ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-1578044892537341126?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/1578044892537341126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/1578044892537341126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/09/confused-any-other-english-word-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907581705037774102.post-7884320123923464857</id><published>2009-09-02T22:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:54:59.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>freaking damn Fornicate pissed! my fav one and only birthday gift, handphone sony ericcson k750i gilagila already. DANG!~ pecah dalam sehy! its like shattered! ): sobsob! haix! it happens when im talking to boyfriend, then didnt realise that my phone was on my lap, so i just stood up and "BANG!" gosh! that was my phone.. ): then when i vibbrates, sound really like sucky. donnoe laa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. after reading previous one, waiting for 'sorry' from you. its not my wrong to irritate you. and i didn't&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907581705037774102-7884320123923464857?l=weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/7884320123923464857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907581705037774102/posts/default/7884320123923464857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveandwecinta.blogspot.com/2009/09/freaking-damn-fornicate-pissed-my-fav.html' title=''/><author><name>WeLove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09670198932667036750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUI8NtyblgU/SpDmmSh1prI/AAAAAAAAADY/QUuzKQqFwUA/S220/P21-08-09_18.20.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
