tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20540318145177227352024-03-13T02:09:34.876-04:00•´¯`•.♥.•´¯` ordinary girl who addicted to pink and chocolates!´¯`•.♥.•´¯I love you, not only for what you are, But for what I am when I am with youUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054031814517722735.post-69003916557119303072010-06-20T10:33:00.001-04:002010-06-20T10:33:41.210-04:00gone with the wind<strong>furballs</strong><br />
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ten... <br />
nine left...<br />
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then six left<br />
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tomorrow..there will be only three<br />
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i love you.. sorry furballs... <br />
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everything i love slowly dissappear<br />
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leaving me alone<br />
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<strong>good bye baby</strong><br />
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another tough moment for our family<br />
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to let him go...<br />
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it's cruel world out there my dear<br />
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cruel enough for a baby like you<br />
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it's time to be independent<br />
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it's time to choose your own shirt<br />
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it's time to buy your own food<br />
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it's time for you to have friends<br />
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which you never had any.. before<br />
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just remember<br />
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we'll never left you behindUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054031814517722735.post-65920485614817699842010-06-17T07:40:00.002-04:002010-06-17T07:47:33.380-04:00Patah hati<img border="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNzY3NzUxMjc1NjImcHQ9MTI3Njc3NTEyOTMyOCZwPTM5MDEmZD1ncmFwaGljcyZnPTEmb2Y9MA==.gif" style="height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;" width="0" /><span id="pyzam-graphic-start" style="display: none;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Sangkar balik ke sangkar</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054031814517722735.post-51720768993441834002010-05-06T05:43:00.002-04:002010-05-06T05:46:49.861-04:00story of the moon<a href="http://w%20e=1/" target="_blank"><img alt="bulan sabit" src="http://www.zulva.com/images/sad/images/bulan-sabit.jpg" /></a><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Last night... I looked out my window. Pointed my eyes to the sky. There ain't no stars. Only the moon. Bright and shiny..yeah.. you're still the same. Moon... remember those time I looked at you... talking about how beautiful are you, what is your shape looks like at the time..sometimes you are pearly full round shape, sometimes like the doraemon pocket. Remember all my childish talk and song of the moon. All the giggles and cute jokes. When the distance is so far... the moon is the metaphor for borderless bound between us.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But the moon is no longer entertain me. The brightness of the moon didn't brighten my heart. Lenka's -like a song is my lullaby. A haunting melody and dark emotion spread in my room... tears on my red pillow and memories of unforgetable moments.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"time make it go faster </div><div style="text-align: justify;">or just decide</div><div style="text-align: justify;">to come back to my happy heart"</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054031814517722735.post-18918285349801456272010-04-30T06:36:00.000-04:002010-04-30T06:36:21.965-04:00a broken bone is stronger<img border="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNzI2Mjc4NzI5NjgmcHQ9MTI3MjYyNzkwMDQwNiZwPTU4MDM2MiZkPSZnPTEmbz*3NjVjYTE5ZTRmZDI*MzQxYTE4/YmExM2FiMmQwNTk*Yg==.gif" style="height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;" width="0" /><a href="http://www.yescomments.com/" title="MySpace Comments"><img alt="myspace comments" border="0" src="http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll176/yescomm/missyou/mssyou-012.jpg" /></a><br />
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<i>What would happen if we got back together </i><br />
<i>They do say that broken bones bind stronger</i><br />
<i>could we be stronger too?</i><br />
<i>We probably lie, fight, and hurt each other, again</i><br />
<i>and get sick of it</i><br />
<i>and go our separate ways</i><br />
<i>forgetting how much we missed each other</i><br />
<i>forgetting how much we regretted it all</i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054031814517722735.post-78100951321879456082010-04-29T00:54:00.000-04:002010-04-29T00:54:51.023-04:00acidic diet. let's give a shota new start of diet. i'm no longer hungry. the fist day is awful. i think my stomach is full of acid. Just vomited some this morning. Let's see how things go today. Will I be more slender?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054031814517722735.post-37309958673590570692010-04-28T10:22:00.002-04:002010-04-28T23:49:43.465-04:00the white rose of eternal love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqfKsz-mk3PM6lt1q6Ru_39ilXndcs6fj-ZHBvm2WfpkVp_aygkAnbqR3zgMRMIYPhyKnlPB_zMdz2_CW5Djpxc7YbTP4zCt5Zg_l2rcQucMia8vd5R5WvfcfaLoC3BDMXoh0CEuuLuCQ/s1600/white_rose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqfKsz-mk3PM6lt1q6Ru_39ilXndcs6fj-ZHBvm2WfpkVp_aygkAnbqR3zgMRMIYPhyKnlPB_zMdz2_CW5Djpxc7YbTP4zCt5Zg_l2rcQucMia8vd5R5WvfcfaLoC3BDMXoh0CEuuLuCQ/s320/white_rose.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This is actually a translated lyric of a chinese song. Given by someone to sooth my feeling, the time where I'm lost and alone. The song that I listen again and again, until I memorized every single line of the chinese song. <i>Tong Hua</i> means fairytale. Sorry ed, doesn't mean to use your tagline :p. Now I have the same feeling and this song keeps playing in my mind. Fairy tales are always beautiful. Everybody feels good when reading fairy tales. But does it comes true? Well, basyirah said life is wonderful. It is...Thanks Allah for still giving me chance to breath. Thanks for surviving me through this whole day. -You are the eternal love ever after</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Fairy tale are always a tale. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><i>I've forgotten how long it has been</i><br />
<i>since the last time I heard you</i><br />
<i>Tell me your favorite story</i><br />
<i>I have thought for a long time </i><br />
<i>I start to panic</i><br />
<i>Wondering if I have done something wrong again</i><br />
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<i>You told me you cried</i><br />
<i>That everything in fairy tales are all lies</i><br />
<i>I couldn't possibly be your prince</i><br />
<i>But perhaps you don't understand either</i><br />
<i> Ever since you told me you loved me</i><br />
<i>All the stars in my sky have brightened</i><br />
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<i>I'm willing to become the one in the fairy tale</i><br />
<i>The angel that you love</i><br />
<i>I extend this pair of hand</i><br />
<i>and turn them into wings to protect you</i><br />
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You must believe</i><br />
<i>Believe we will be like we are in a fairy tale</i><br />
<i>Where blessing and happiness in the ending</i><br />
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<i>~</i>when the whole world ignored me<br />
only you couldn't leave me alone~ <br />
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</i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054031814517722735.post-72909029251735966912010-04-28T04:42:00.000-04:002010-04-28T04:42:05.337-04:00edisi bahasa pasar<div style="text-align: justify;">Semalam saya ngan ain turun bincang ngan ketua umh. Banyak gak yang tak puas ati. Pasal bil dan tuduhan2 diorg kt kami-the master room girls. nyampah! nak cakap ape2 face 2 face la makcik. Ade ke... sebab ada member2 kitorang datang tumpang tido jadi punca bil letrik naik 200%. Orang datang tu senior2 kitorang dari rumah sewa lama. Datang sebab ada urusan fakulti, hantar report praktikal, jumpa lecturer. Diorang takde pun bawak laptop. Ye la... diorang cas henset sampai bateri penuh. Tak sangka yer... cas henset ni pakai karen tinggi. Kagum sekejap kitorang duk pikir tentang kerelevenan tuduhan diorang. Rasanya kipas tetap berpusing dengan kelajuan yang sama. Lampu dalam bilik pun 2 bijik tu je takde bertambah menjadi 4 bijik bila tetamu datang. Ntah apa2 la nak kutuk org. Macam la diorang takde ajak member kat rumah. Apapun saya ngan ain tetap bertegas yang bil kali ni ada silap. Tengok tarikh bacaan akhir pada Januari, bacaan semasa dah bulan April, no wonder la sampai banyak tu. Ada la pakcik letrik silap tekan ape2 kt mesin ajaib dia tu... ni cam ape ikottt jer nak byr ikut jumlah dalam bil. Takde ciri2 celik pengguna langsung. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dan beberapa isu2 peribadi yang berbangkit. Mungkin tak patut ckp tapi terkebil2 jugak dia menjawab bila kami tanya. Cakap kat blakang kemain lagi. Bila depan senyum2 je. Memang la banyak salah faham berlaku bila hanya kami berdua+ asma je yang lain course. Tapi tu bukan sbb utk korang berpakat nak ketepikan kitorang dalam apa2 urusan kt umh. Kalau ada yang tak puas hati sila la bagitau dan kitorang leh cuba untuk perbaiki apa yang patut. Bukannya tutup pintudan potpet2 dalam bilik. Masing2 dah matang kan. Barang2 kitorang yang hilang secara misteri pun kami takde nak ckp byk kali. Erm... tapi maaf, saya tak halalkan apa yang dihilangkan tu. Jawablah exam korang dengan cemerlang..moga berkaaattt.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054031814517722735.post-35037589120498235132010-04-27T03:45:00.004-04:002010-04-27T07:28:24.652-04:00may this pain take away my sorrow<div style="text-align: justify;">Today's paper.. critical review of malaysian literature in english (mr.sidik class). Luckily the questions only about one novel-The Scorpion Orchid... questions of issues regarding to the society in Singapore during 1950's (the year of several riots; National Service Riot, Hock Lee Bus Riot, and the famous one- Natrah case). I don't spend to much time drafting. Just write down everything in my mind so it will flow to the answer booklet. I want to answer it as fast as possibly so my knowledge won't spill. haha.. how can the knowledge actually 'spill'. The truth is I'm afraid I will fall asleep because I stay up quite late last night. I can see some of my friends have their nap during the exam. Even I can answer it.. i mean ok la.. long essay for each question. But.. not hoping for an A bulat result because the coursework mark is suck! Mr.sidik is not as generous as usual. <frustttnyer!!></frustttnyer!!></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Today, i cook ayam masak pedas cili. Maybe not so 'lemak' because i only use instant coconut milk (powder) and only half of the powder. Forget about the santan. There is insiden happen when i tumbuk2 the chilies. Ada yang terpelanting terkena tangan dan jari. The result is- some of my hand part and few fingers are swollen. It looks a bit reddish. Very painful because it feels like burning your hand. Well, some people may not experience this. But chillies are surely NOT my friend. I have stomach ache if i take any spicy food. But still love it. My hand is still 'burning' now... when typing this. Wowww.... hot hot hot.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I still don't know what is actually happening between us. Each day seems to be more complicated. I hope everything back to normal and still waiting. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Money... money.. money... where else to get it. The electric bill crazily increase from rm80 to rm300. Haha.. macam baca bursa saham. Already ask the stupid TNB and they can't do anything about the unsual charge. So, what to do.... tomorrow I'll have some maggie from Saivon mini mart. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054031814517722735.post-84507541395259229792010-04-26T12:37:00.005-04:002010-04-27T03:55:21.026-04:00orkid kala jengking and silent revenge<div style="text-align: justify;">Reading the scorpion orchid by Llyod Fernando. The mysterious Tok Said, 1malaysia friends (Santi, Sabran, Guang Kheng and Peter) you know why i said 1malaysia. and Sally Yu@Salmah Yub. Interesting hipothesis by our classmates about this women (Sally). She might not even a human, means that her character represent Singapore. She loves anyone that comes to her. But after the rape incident- no more trust towards strangers and even her close friends. I can't read the full novel... nice story though. I'm not purely literature lover. Sadly to discover this. Thanks to those who did a very good job providing all this notes. Nice work. <a href="http://pinkbennie.blogspot.com/2010/04/orkid-kala-jengking-and-silent-revenge.html"></a></div><a name='more'></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dear my chocolatee bloggie,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sometimes the fb stuff do some surprise, maybe just for fun but something shows that i should not hoping anymore. Claim you ain't paying your revenge. Is this some new kind of way to show it. Nobody wants to know what I'm into, what's going on, what's with my family, what's i'm eating, and whatever. Is it because I'm not able to fulfill everything you wish? Maybe forgotten that i am a girl that keep ask and ask the same question. Tired of hearing it? Now I'm sick when I trying to know what is happening to you from time to time. But it is only me. Me.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054031814517722735.post-68825409666710013422010-04-25T10:50:00.001-04:002010-04-27T03:55:45.420-04:00the distraction of two piece of bread and a crispy chicken meat<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgefLdxKSkSVfmAs2tybLCMH7yRxthNDA26JzH24rk7nf_KmubFI-8LypcQ5i86E9pGVkb3RJXuyqTQmFSgAOg7b9igz3_EnmORbfb0_1V4aXJjEhG-xyFDXh4WGeQ11Xt1ipVUvLYRJu0/s1600/product-fillet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgefLdxKSkSVfmAs2tybLCMH7yRxthNDA26JzH24rk7nf_KmubFI-8LypcQ5i86E9pGVkb3RJXuyqTQmFSgAOg7b9igz3_EnmORbfb0_1V4aXJjEhG-xyFDXh4WGeQ11Xt1ipVUvLYRJu0/s320/product-fillet.jpg" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">kfc zinger </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">don't know why... suddenly i really... tempting to eat this.. argh!! (drooling). God...it's exam...exam... focus!!! wait aa...zinger. sooner or later i will get you babe.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">i'm drowning in sociolinguistic notes! aiyaaa.... why there's so many things that i've never read. so many sentences to highlights. the zinger keeps flying in my empty mind because i can't absorb things i've read. yeah...dialects, creoles, pidgins, language and gender, language and zinger....</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054031814517722735.post-91125230630135043892010-04-24T12:48:00.000-04:002010-04-24T12:48:24.648-04:00the heart trackmy heart is beating fast. what is happening. Allah... please keep away all the bad things.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054031814517722735.post-31094552147541423032010-04-24T12:15:00.004-04:002010-04-24T12:28:51.925-04:00leaving on a jet plane...<div align="center"><a href="http://graphicshunt.com/images/broken_heart-1797.htm" target="_blank"><img alt=" " border="0" src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/images/b/broken_heart-1797.jpg" /></a></div><br />
counting days to end this semester... a few more days to be with him. <br />
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hope your leg gets better soon. next time don't play too hard. Sorry for dragging your injured leg to pasar malam. you seem not happy at all. i will leave soon. and two month is not a short period. i want you to be happy... <br />
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<blockquote>There's so many times I've let you down<br />
So many times I've played around<br />
I tell you now, they don't mean a thing<br />
Every place I go, I'll think of you<br />
Every song I sing, I'll sing for you</blockquote>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054031814517722735.post-87575569515436284912010-04-24T03:06:00.000-04:002010-04-24T03:54:34.809-04:00priceless...another heartache day... makes me wondering pictures in my lappy. and read <a href="http://fairytales-dara.blogspot.com">ed</a>'s entry makes me smile. ahh..beautiful place. <br />
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this is actually the same slideshow that i put in my other blog (<a href="http://missliyana.blogdrive.com">missliyana</a>). i miss the sunset and the happiness in the island. and pure friendship is priceless!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054031814517722735.post-16008008974782217832010-04-24T01:09:00.000-04:002010-04-24T01:09:15.297-04:00celebrating halimjust back from answering the worst paper in my life. now i'm lying on my bed... restless, headache and terribly hungry. smell delicious cooking of my housemates.<br />
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and I cannot cook without cooking oil. dah habis.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054031814517722735.post-27510506252560216502010-04-23T07:54:00.000-04:002010-04-23T07:54:18.298-04:00it does mattersif you didn't show your love, then i bet your heart full of hatred<br />
if your heart is not full of hatred, then show your love<br />
i live with those words<br />
in my every breathUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054031814517722735.post-73196711022452116152010-04-23T04:21:00.000-04:002010-04-23T04:29:40.791-04:00the butterfly effectthis right moment. i'm still struggling with grammar and stuff. dizzy and tired. rest for a while and spend a few minutes here. Hmm...do you know about butterfly effect? things you did will cause something in future. well i think it's happening now. things that i did in the past start to haunting. chasing me and nowhere to hide. <br />
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so sad that i'm not myself anymore. <br />
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maybe i should admit the truth<br />
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it's <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">ain't the same.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">attention! back to grammar notes please. urgghhhh!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054031814517722735.post-78449390554481076172010-04-23T02:50:00.000-04:002010-04-23T03:01:07.719-04:00the spider web<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj90BxCMz7FGuMy9d5JklBVWMmbGzot1FL-CDuY4b1VL3rpKNyahd7eCm8GaFbkLF-qY_C5jDQdUln2TYygqFu5kdAHg3ycEoMXEEeSNTDfxzXlWTGkCFvCrKLSfrmoCHtg-kfOlC75xSQ/s1600/spider_web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="165" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj90BxCMz7FGuMy9d5JklBVWMmbGzot1FL-CDuY4b1VL3rpKNyahd7eCm8GaFbkLF-qY_C5jDQdUln2TYygqFu5kdAHg3ycEoMXEEeSNTDfxzXlWTGkCFvCrKLSfrmoCHtg-kfOlC75xSQ/s200/spider_web.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">it is the spider web</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">tough and strong</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">through crazy wind and rain</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">in hurricane of fears</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">and flood of tears</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">yet soft and pure</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">like cotton thread</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">with diamond drops in the morning</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">trap this heart shaped creature</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">with your gluey lines</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">never let it away</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">hold the tree arms </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">dear webby hold it tight</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Liyana </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>April 23, 2010</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>2.30 a.m</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054031814517722735.post-79552681429534505382010-04-22T23:18:00.000-04:002010-04-22T23:20:23.773-04:00honey...it has been a while i didn't see u smile...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054031814517722735.post-22351075117530335322010-04-22T13:25:00.000-04:002010-04-22T13:43:27.095-04:00i am a drakulita...the weather is so nice for a nap lover like me.. always rainy and windy.. aargh..it's a curse! i sleep most of the time. what about the notes? what about the grammar items? what about halim??<br /><br />i have a bad habit... biting my lips. it's so dry... licking make it worse. i will bite till my lip's bleeding. then i turn into drakula...haha, no lahh. since it is rainy nowadays, sometimes i forgot to take enough water. yea.. forgot to drink because i sleep more. The liquid is reduce rapidly through tears... another swollen eyes this morning.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054031814517722735.post-64144974215931050412010-04-22T07:46:00.000-04:002010-04-22T08:24:07.155-04:00moreI can see that you've been crying <br />You can't hide it with a lie <br />What's the use in you denying <br />That what you have is wrong <br />I heard him promise you forever <br />But forever's come and gone <br />Baby, he would say whatever <br />It takes to keep you blind <br />To the truth between the lines, <br /><br />I will love you more than that <br />I won't say the words <br />Then take them back <br />Don't give loneliness a chance <br />Baby listen to me when I say <br />I will love you more than that <br /><br />Baby, you deserve much better <br />What's the use in holding on <br />Don't you see it's now or never <br />Cause I just can't be friends <br />Baby knowing in the end, that.. <br /><br />There's not a day that passes by <br />I don't wonder why we haven't tried <br />It's not too late to change your mind <br />So take my hand, don't say goodbyeUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054031814517722735.post-68198491901042224562010-04-22T05:08:00.000-04:002010-04-22T06:42:49.856-04:00banner picture..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRCDN4xqQmURm1Vc7oCoJ7OxeOXM8qg41WCRt8c0hIzC8PDDs5XRjmJyCTDvanWghkuTaQPLbQvMRPk4Q1MwZKPKDJyTq41qC2l_VFp6KT6MBHkcW_Qi6MEVWgoVgMUUtZak56lReTMFA/s1600/DSC00927.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRCDN4xqQmURm1Vc7oCoJ7OxeOXM8qg41WCRt8c0hIzC8PDDs5XRjmJyCTDvanWghkuTaQPLbQvMRPk4Q1MwZKPKDJyTq41qC2l_VFp6KT6MBHkcW_Qi6MEVWgoVgMUUtZak56lReTMFA/s320/DSC00927.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462888001550247154" /></a><br />this is actually a sketch by my beloved sister, aneesa. she draw a picture of herself and me. the one with long hair is me. funny and cute. she is good in drawing butterfy... i've seen her butterflies everywhere even at toilet's door. ahh..kids.. no matter what they do, still "awww.. comelnyer"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054031814517722735.post-48652242189414724322010-04-22T04:14:00.000-04:002010-04-22T07:07:22.916-04:00dear sayang<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBzpIKHDlZ3x7YlvLWcdMaTy7YCbGBaVdN045Lyr95Y5AenzTEyQ21RE0w-1G56hvu8sQmxR7IFgxzQXoxLtB1On9VtTFGNBg5V1YcHGPNd_CYx68rnPSWj5oxKDAhBcXHN1fXfNJhCn4/s1600/DSC00601.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBzpIKHDlZ3x7YlvLWcdMaTy7YCbGBaVdN045Lyr95Y5AenzTEyQ21RE0w-1G56hvu8sQmxR7IFgxzQXoxLtB1On9VtTFGNBg5V1YcHGPNd_CYx68rnPSWj5oxKDAhBcXHN1fXfNJhCn4/s320/DSC00601.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462916652579403490" /></a><br />it has been years i knowing you. i love you more than anyone else. i trusted you more than my own family. i sharing you all my thought and feelings. i love you for who you are.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTRQIKICX9OqJdRS18bmhVAE3hX5zEFpAwak5xcSEezpEpgPhk1wGzQ9oq6LqHEff8nGC7KqiwqFSxJAc2iqRKOoSneqpBwr95A5Ypjj4lLBAfBn3roBI_4R1qRrWsq8v0pqCRwgi45nI/s1600/DSC00816.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTRQIKICX9OqJdRS18bmhVAE3hX5zEFpAwak5xcSEezpEpgPhk1wGzQ9oq6LqHEff8nGC7KqiwqFSxJAc2iqRKOoSneqpBwr95A5Ypjj4lLBAfBn3roBI_4R1qRrWsq8v0pqCRwgi45nI/s320/DSC00816.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462908455202967362" /></a><br />wall of loveUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054031814517722735.post-79180542761543654482010-04-22T04:08:00.000-04:002010-04-22T04:25:56.519-04:00sacred wordsdon't know why i'm thinking of this blog. hmm..nowhere else to write. my head in chaos. still in exam battle. so sad that he don't know how much i luv him. i have nothing to say accept three sacred words- I LOVE YOU, always.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054031814517722735.post-33778762605617590472010-01-20T03:54:00.000-05:002010-01-20T03:56:33.958-05:00WelcomeSalam.. <br />just starting this new blog.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0