<?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-5421815328479919423</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:20:51.922+08:00</updated><category term='Bunga LOVE'/><category term='YOU GOTTA LOVE ME.'/><category term='when you say them..'/><category term='write you a tale'/><category term='SOMETHING NEW.'/><category term='you know I got ya back.'/><category term='be real.'/><category term='you said i was the one.'/><category term='its you'/><category term='its nearly perfect.'/><category term='sorry.'/><category term='FAGGOT'/><category term='Too many trips.'/><category term='here'/><category term='life goes.'/><category term='for nothing.'/><category term='something 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term='i can&apos;t turn at you;'/><category term='i will make things better for you.'/><category term='GEM.'/><category term='ask me if you want((:'/><category term='like you do♥♥'/><category term='i am a good girl'/><category term='Miss Independent'/><category term='ITS ME AND YOU'/><category term='cry me out'/><category term='oo'/><category term='ihaveneverdoubtedthat'/><category term='everything.'/><category term='tonight.'/><category term='LOVE'/><category term='im not a trick you play'/><category term='long hair Ida'/><category term='&quot;awww so sweet&quot;'/><category term='why cant you wait'/><category term='THEY WILL ALWAYS BE THERE WITH YOU.'/><category term='talk all you want'/><category term='IS SO GGGGGREAT'/><title type='text'>As Days Goes By</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Im only coming 21 this year, but im draining out. Im so tired of my everyday life, doing the same old routine.. Couldnt seems to imagine me doing that, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, heres 2012 for us. Its a new beginning for me. Im changing to be a better person than i was, last year. Heh hope this will stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Jan marks my anniversary with my boy. And im still waiting for many years to come. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all the good things stayyyy 💗&lt;br /&gt;Happy 3rd day of twenty 12, beans!&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DiUzzISAbyU/TwMDLecqbyI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/VDiRV90UkqI/s640/blogger-image--427961273.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DiUzzISAbyU/TwMDLecqbyI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/VDiRV90UkqI/s640/blogger-image--427961273.jpg" /&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/5421815328479919423-7522260854891773679?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/7522260854891773679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-wondering-how-adults-managed-to-live.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/7522260854891773679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/7522260854891773679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-wondering-how-adults-managed-to-live.html' title=''/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DiUzzISAbyU/TwMDLecqbyI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/VDiRV90UkqI/s72-c/blogger-image--427961273.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-40935793412492691</id><published>2011-11-26T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T00:06:55.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt so lucky? Haha. Im feeling it now. When was the last time your heart jumped real fast? When was the last time you feel like theres butterflies flying in your stomach? Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-40935793412492691?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/40935793412492691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/40935793412492691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/40935793412492691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-2122371956832165814</id><published>2011-09-30T19:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T19:46:55.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The little things</title><content type='html'>Most of the days, i find myself thinking. If you havent know, yes, my mind does run wild. I can think of anything, those insecurities and such. Fancy people admiring me for my positiveness. Think about it, yes my positiveness could count as a bonus too. But i could be negative too, very negative at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how weeks ago, i was thanking every friday? They say try to avoid being too happy because things do not last. Even seasons change! Guess they were right, whoever they are must have tasted salt before i did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im getting the hang out of waking up early everyday and switching my body clock as per normal. When i said normal, it does mean i get sleepy as early as 11pm. Yes, that bad.. Or is it good? And i do enjoy those solo long bus rides some afternoon when i feel like it. Honestly, before i started attachment, i hate buses. Especially solo rides. Now, i think these little changes sorta make me realise things. Made me appreciate those little things ive been missing out. Made me squeeze my brain juice more. Made me think some things dont have to stay at all. Made me thank god for the little things which happens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some times when i feel that its already too long and that whatever we have said was just another routine. I did think of the impossible and yes, think of the could bes. May god guide me this time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-2122371956832165814?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/2122371956832165814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2011/09/little-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/2122371956832165814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/2122371956832165814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2011/09/little-things.html' title='The little things'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-1417267253815435340</id><published>2011-09-23T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T21:18:33.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The good week </title><content type='html'>Thank god for another blessful year. Yes, i made it to my 20th birthday. Syukur alhamdullilah. Im looking forward to a better ida. And i mean it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, this week is a week full of love! Yes, i could feel it from my loved ones. There have been times when i feel like i could actually feel like im the worst human on earth, times when im too happy till it felt like im near to heaven, times when i just live for the sake of living. But when i think again, those times were the times that made me, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Allah for the guidance. Thanks for letting me feel like this and thank you to my beloved parents for having me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-v3N55R0ji9M/TnyHJgouasI/AAAAAAAAAwM/lzurgWFil4k/s640/blogger-image-409872571.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-v3N55R0ji9M/TnyHJgouasI/AAAAAAAAAwM/lzurgWFil4k/s640/blogger-image-409872571.jpg" /&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/5421815328479919423-1417267253815435340?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/1417267253815435340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2011/09/thank-god-for-another-blessful-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/1417267253815435340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/1417267253815435340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2011/09/thank-god-for-another-blessful-year.html' title='The good week '/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-v3N55R0ji9M/TnyHJgouasI/AAAAAAAAAwM/lzurgWFil4k/s72-c/blogger-image-409872571.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-5544696909046021377</id><published>2011-09-10T20:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T20:39:37.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im currently like freakingggggg hungry and waiting to munch pizza.. Where is that man  hahaha i dunch want to say but i miss my boyfriend.. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gPo4jJjOJ48/Tmtah0zQ5hI/AAAAAAAAAwE/pE6Syj92To4/s640/blogger-image-1597955970.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gPo4jJjOJ48/Tmtah0zQ5hI/AAAAAAAAAwE/pE6Syj92To4/s640/blogger-image-1597955970.jpg" /&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/5421815328479919423-5544696909046021377?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/5544696909046021377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-currently-like-freakingggggg-hungry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/5544696909046021377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/5544696909046021377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-currently-like-freakingggggg-hungry.html' title=''/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gPo4jJjOJ48/Tmtah0zQ5hI/AAAAAAAAAwE/pE6Syj92To4/s72-c/blogger-image-1597955970.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-7032092802145437377</id><published>2011-07-28T01:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T01:46:59.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;believe it or not, i missed blogging so so much. im now working on a whole ton of projects, yes, i cant even imagine doing it. you know whats best? i have to hand in a project tomorrow and ive yet to finish it. dont chu think im being funny. workload = unbearable for now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by the way, i wanna say this but im afraid it will change everything. anyone feel me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its like youre afraid to claim that youre happy because you know, in just one second (yes that all anyone need) to change to your happiness. and i dont want that to happen. im happy with my life now, and I never wanna change anything please =(&lt;/em&gt; ya allah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont chu think im like ranting instead of blogging. have a happy life everyone. please be happy and spread the love!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-7032092802145437377?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/7032092802145437377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2011/07/believe-it-or-not-i-missed-blogging-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/7032092802145437377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/7032092802145437377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2011/07/believe-it-or-not-i-missed-blogging-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-1679333156343500912</id><published>2011-05-26T00:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T13:26:40.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IS SO GGGGGREAT'/><title type='text'>MY LIFE</title><content type='html'>I think i needa update on my blog!&lt;br /&gt;Many things have changed, for the better i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;Been pretty busy, yes right now I AM AS BUSY AS A BEE due to school and personal business =)&lt;br /&gt;Been coping QUITE well, yeah getting the hang out of it.&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I wanna give things up but yeah, thinking back, I need this to prove myself, like er okay, im capable of doing something. Im capable of shaking legs and getting money and then get kanchiong spider at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; by the way, boyfriend and I made it to our coming 1 year 6 months(??!) you might think im crazy. I don't even know how old our relationship is. you know, we lead a very complicated relationship. unlike other couples, we have 2 dates to remember. 16th of every month and the 1st of every year. yes, as far as i can remember the 1st of 2010 was when boyfriend asked me to be his girlfriend and on the 16th of October 2010, we kinda get into a relationship again. Sounds so complicated. Thats the reason why whenever my girlfriends asks me how long im with boyf i go, "errrrrr... 1 year 6 months like that lah. but eh! nvm lah." haahaha. But nehmind, these things are little things I do take note of (&amp;amp; still trying to win boyf to wish him first right on the dot cosz he always end up doing it first! how to say my boyf dont love me anymore like that right!) HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life have been pretty much %^&amp;amp;*$ (IN A GOOD WAY till its undescribable!!) since i met this particular guy eventhough when we first started, things wasnt that good. But right now, talking about now, I couldnt see myself going on a day without him eventhough you know how ego-istic i am at times. I will act like i dont freaking care but i do! I know how i can act like hes the most horrible boyfriend on earth whenever we quarrel, how self-centered i am but still i know, i have someone who won't give up on me whenever i choose to leave. I don't know how long fate wants us to last, and I dont know how long hes going to tolerate my bullshits but i know, he taught me how to love, and with him, slowly I AM trying to trust him on whatever hes saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwww, i can go on and on and digust you guys who STILL happen to pass here eventhough its DEAD, but yeah to whoever who still do, thank you. youre greatly missed by me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-1679333156343500912?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/1679333156343500912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/1679333156343500912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/1679333156343500912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-life.html' title='MY LIFE'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-7617980315131162138</id><published>2011-05-14T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T01:22:23.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ive been jinx! But as much as i wanna hate life, i can't. Always believe in things happen for a reason. God showed mine right away. But still, Ya allah, bimbingkan lah aku. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-7617980315131162138?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/7617980315131162138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2011/05/ive-been-jinx-but-as-much-as-i-wanna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/7617980315131162138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/7617980315131162138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2011/05/ive-been-jinx-but-as-much-as-i-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-1511869634797979203</id><published>2011-03-02T03:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:27:12.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello world</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;let me find time to jot a lil something about my life since my body clock have decided to play the screwing game today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life will be sucha busy one next week onwards.&lt;br /&gt;Yes nothing funny to laugh at or anything but, ugh, maybe i should just accept the fact that im not born to be a princess or a queen. so holla to my life-saviour called JOB. Im gonna face you until i get married and um, settled down and have got enough money to maybe feed my kids more than just FISH AND POTATO CHIPS WITH F&amp;amp;N-but-90%-water drink. Okay, I know it sound gross but hehehe, i made that up while joking around with boyfriend. And btw i was just talking nonsense, I will stop when Im satisfied with a happy house, my dream car and things like that! hehe. Dont you think my future is brightttttt!(I hope nothing will spoil it. Amin!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhuh, talking bout boyfriend. Sometimes, whenever I see people break-up, quarrel, change partners, flings, crusher and that kinda things, I thank god for letting me stay with Sharulnizam. heh heh. We didnt started out knowing we could last but look at us now! I know a year and umm, 3 months is nothing much but hello, ive never last this long with anyone and i wont last this long with JUST anyone. I still remember when I first get to know him, I only wanna be friends with him. Cosz at that point of time, I practically dont trust anyone but me. But right now, I see me trying to trust him and understand him that kinda stuffs. Because I know hes doing that too. And it seems like lately, hes being extra sweet to me. Except that he works too much, and me, Im starting work soon. maybe really, distance will make the heart grow fonder? or maybe i should just manipulate myself on things like that. I dont deny I always act without thinking and always opt to leave whenever things dont go my way. And whenever i choose to leave it was easy at first and then, i feel like things just start to screw up. heheh. But, my boyfriend loves me too much to let me go. And thats the reason why, we're still together till now. sweet or not! hehehe. Just remember youve got my back whenever you need me cosz i know i will have yors too ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe i should crash now cosz its getting too mushy now. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;May all the lovebirds stay forever!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-1511869634797979203?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/1511869634797979203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2011/03/hello-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/1511869634797979203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/1511869634797979203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2011/03/hello-world.html' title='Hello world'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-5462695355110983860</id><published>2011-03-01T20:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T20:34:47.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when you say them..'/><title type='text'>what are words if you dont really mean them</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="410" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nQY4dIxY1H4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nQY4dIxY1H4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="270"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One of the sweetest ever guy Ive ever came across =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-5462695355110983860?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/5462695355110983860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-are-words-if-you-dont-really-mean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/5462695355110983860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/5462695355110983860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-are-words-if-you-dont-really-mean.html' title='what are words if you dont really mean them'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-2042753673619503307</id><published>2011-02-19T15:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T16:32:47.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You feel like paradise'/><title type='text'>Hold It Against Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575310634727975490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SLcdRpA1rWo/TV97e6drKkI/AAAAAAAAAuE/LF3KvQmRo-g/s320/DSC_5502.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575314179132054834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fhiw5_wsX-4/TV9-tOZdXTI/AAAAAAAAAu8/TmGEiNjqzq4/s320/DSC_5521.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z0antfxzn7M/TV9-tYWgZnI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ZRJ1FFNzT3s/s1600/DSC_5514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575314181804025458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z0antfxzn7M/TV9-tYWgZnI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ZRJ1FFNzT3s/s320/DSC_5514.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hSLajt4eO68/TV98T46ZZxI/AAAAAAAAAuk/g0sQzZ43OwE/s1600/DSC_5546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575311544844642066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hSLajt4eO68/TV98T46ZZxI/AAAAAAAAAuk/g0sQzZ43OwE/s320/DSC_5546.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHcLy896pwk/TV97-f6aZZI/AAAAAAAAAuU/XElEb_7RZWc/s1600/DSC_5558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575311177356567954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHcLy896pwk/TV97-f6aZZI/AAAAAAAAAuU/XElEb_7RZWc/s320/DSC_5558.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w1OW66PO7uE/TV97fLdfH7I/AAAAAAAAAuM/fvyFuplYbdE/s1600/DSC_5578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575310639290589106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w1OW66PO7uE/TV97fLdfH7I/AAAAAAAAAuM/fvyFuplYbdE/s320/DSC_5578.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just realised that I own a blog and that without me realising, Im abandoning it. Z! Anyhoos, each time I feel like blogging, I can't find either the right words to say or Im just too busy like that! How to manage time being a student, an employee, a daughter, a sister, a girlfriend, a friend and so on!(Exaggerating!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life have been happening lately(Which explains why Im out of the cyber world most of the time). Im proud to say that I am being on top of the world now and I desperately wants it to stay like that. But life being life, will change that sooner or later. Besides, everything will change one day whether i like it or not and the only solution for us to learn is by realising that life is all about falling and living is all about getting back up. All we could do is to realise who matters and who dont. And just kick, smack, punch the ones who are not supposed to be there. Basically, if you feel like um, stabbing my back with a knife. Hi, you can take your filthy knifes with you back. TYVM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about happening, about some happy moments leads me to love. heheh. im so in love with my baby now. And I know he is too. Lately my baby have been surprising me with tons of beautiful things and have been sweeping me off my feets. hahah. I love you, you love me, thats all that matters okay &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;For now, Hello Books!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5421815328479919423-2042753673619503307?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/2042753673619503307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2011/02/hold-it-against-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/2042753673619503307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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JOB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WILL BE AS BUSY AS A BEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEH HEH HEH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TILL THE SUN SHINES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Ida&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/5421815328479919423-6326024199769757622?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/6326024199769757622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2011/01/ive-got-job-i-will-be-as-busy-as-bee.html#comment-form' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TQ9Qh4lA0oI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Pnj3JI_viv4/s1600/DSC08311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552745408624644738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TQ9Qh4lA0oI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Pnj3JI_viv4/s320/DSC08311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TQ9QhkkbX7I/AAAAAAAAAs0/ZHKUUBUPxUc/s1600/12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552745403253481394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TQ9QhkkbX7I/AAAAAAAAAs0/ZHKUUBUPxUc/s320/12.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TQ9QhYRpJvI/AAAAAAAAAss/Nz0mLIhzkaM/s1600/33829_471478858599_697473599_5777859_2057417_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552745399953467122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TQ9QhYRpJvI/AAAAAAAAAss/Nz0mLIhzkaM/s320/33829_471478858599_697473599_5777859_2057417_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive been tossing and turning the whole day, thought of doing something productive but um, todaaay, i can't do much. booohoooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lately, i havent been spending my time pinned up on the laptop anymore just because using cellphone is basically more user-friendly to me. this explains why i've been spamming twitter(isit? okay lah 5-8 tweets per day?) and abandoning my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my life is pretty much like a roller coaster ride. so theres nothing special about feeling like as if im falling straight down to the ground or even like as if someone sweeping me off my feets. i could walk through a garden, filled with roses with a life like that. awww, let me dream. you get me? my life will never be in on a fixed ride. okay, who's life is! ive lost a couple of my favourites but hell yeah, im moving on. after all, if you know me, i dont cling on something just because its nice to me. maybe sometimes i did. but things got haywire, okay, yeah wtv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive been meeting my boyfriend aloooooot and i wanna meet him alooooooot more before he starts work. heheh. eventhough one moment i will be laughing, and the other moment feeling all grumpy because of something, i want him to know i luv him. heheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on another happier note, january is coming. im up for a new start and ohhhhhh, alooooot of things is coming my way. may all the good things stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xx!&lt;/div&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/5421815328479919423-1472223920251860467?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/1472223920251860467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/12/xx.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/1472223920251860467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/1472223920251860467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/12/xx.html' title='xx'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TQ9Qiu7vMDI/AAAAAAAAAtM/IFCBxogKlfQ/s72-c/72032_479875783599_697473599_5901491_6374440_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-7261893601218332351</id><published>2010-11-28T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T22:36:52.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apa khabarnya pujaan hatiku'/><title type='text'>suara dengarkan lah aku</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TPJnQozHPZI/AAAAAAAAAsk/-Wc7MlQGMOc/s1600/DSC07709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544607626773872018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TPJnQozHPZI/AAAAAAAAAsk/-Wc7MlQGMOc/s320/DSC07709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TPJnQMwkqcI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Zg69zTtfNnE/s1600/Photo0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544607619247024578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TPJnQMwkqcI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Zg69zTtfNnE/s320/Photo0039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont you find it irritating to not be able to do something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;argh i do. and when i say i cant do something, mostly its about school works :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats a student's life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe networking and me just don't click. been so sucky at it since forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive been letting my blog rust for god know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay i think i also know why. ehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cosz ive been spending my time mostly enjoying what i have now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank god!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i prayed for all those unwanted, hatred, jealousy stuffs cum humans to stay away from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my life is so funny, didnt i tell you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one moment i feel like everyone loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and another moment, i feel like this world wanna discard me at any time.&lt;br /&gt;you feel me? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its like i dont know who to trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont know who to tell my sorrows to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss izy very much at times like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know we used to be very cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our problems always arrive at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and did i tell you, up till now, she have always been the one who always know when i need someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its like suddenly, theres a text, and its from "Izy babe".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thats how cute a girlf can be. heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and beeeeeeeettttttwwwww, boyf is the one who pester me for a blog post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe i shud talk abit of me and him then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MY BOYF AND ME IS SO CUTE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and if he continue to not keep things from me, wouldnt we be cuter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I LOVE HIM TRUCKLOADS :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i also cannot wait for my date with you on thursday. heh heh♥&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/5421815328479919423-7261893601218332351?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/7261893601218332351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/11/suara-dengarkan-lah-aku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/7261893601218332351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/7261893601218332351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/11/suara-dengarkan-lah-aku.html' title='suara dengarkan lah aku'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TOgRUWoTRyI/AAAAAAAAAr0/0D0ys6CDui0/s320/Photograph031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541698362936718226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TOgRTMc085I/AAAAAAAAArs/M-YSvir-w44/s320/Suke3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541696800381688962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TOgP4PerXII/AAAAAAAAArE/kXpfmwUDrRc/s320/Picts023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541696811447120770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TOgP44s4c4I/AAAAAAAAArM/aiNJ77T9b98/s320/Image220.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541701200096773538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TOgT4VsfxaI/AAAAAAAAAsE/pg72JUPCPt8/s320/DSC06131.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TOgT5EcEwtI/AAAAAAAAAsU/u5wFlMQ5OGQ/s1600/DSC07601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541701212644360914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TOgT5EcEwtI/AAAAAAAAAsU/u5wFlMQ5OGQ/s320/DSC07601.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im a confused kid lately. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;one moment i see myself jumping for joy, another moment i feel so useless deep inside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes, im talking about life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i also know im not in this alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;everyone have or will, face this. or maybe some would have a bigger challenge than me. its all up to god anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh btw, helloooo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was bloghopping some young teens blogs and i go awwww.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOL! cosz whether i wanna admit it or not, i used to be like that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahaha. and right now, when i actually think of it, its so hilarious!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;but owh well, everything you do, makes you ^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and suddenly, i feel like putting my pictures here. hehehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;DID I TELL YOU MY PROBLEMS CAN NEVER END?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;IT KEPT COMING.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;now, o-oooh, does it lies with me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOW COME NOW ALOOOOOT OF PROBLEMS COMING TO ME!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;or isit just another challenge? nvm, i will get through this! watch me as i go..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5421815328479919423-2299730319651225208?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/2299730319651225208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/11/ida-ism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/2299730319651225208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/2299730319651225208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/11/ida-ism.html' title='IDA-ISM'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TOgRVhMMzYI/AAAAAAAAAr8/1FXVExRavAA/s72-c/Pict014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-5709391420646778232</id><published>2010-11-07T02:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T03:33:35.251+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='write you a tale'/><title type='text'>and so let me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TNWtfcQyLQI/AAAAAAAAAqU/PbPOxR0OB60/s1600/DSC07226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536522072596032770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TNWtfcQyLQI/AAAAAAAAAqU/PbPOxR0OB60/s320/DSC07226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanted to rant this post with boyf actually just now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wanna do it together like awww so cute right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOL but then it kinda slipped my mind and i suddenly came to my friend rescue awhile ago.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;did i tell you, ive been forgeting aloooot of things lately.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont know what happened to me, but owh well, lets just leave it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will stay strong for those who hates me, feels annoyed with the things i do, etc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because without you people, i wont be this strong. thank you cosz after i know someone hates me all i have to do is irritate them more. and im so sorry for the upcoming nonsensicals im gg to create. lets just say you guys hate me bcosz you cant be what i am now. or you cant have what i have? its okay to be jealous anyway. i mean no harm ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OKAY HI. that was side track. i went abit too far just now. thats just the bitchy me, nothing much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so yeah, i wanted to update about my date with boyf yesterday which didnt really turn out to be a date but owh well, whenever i think ive enjoyed myself, i wouldnt trade that with anything else. so yeah, instead boyf called me up and asked me to tag along with his family to singapore expo. and okayyy, at first i was like "WHAT?" but then i somehow agreed. okay now what shud i say? LOL i dont know but i know i had fun. and so we went around the expo and owh so fun, after that ate at this place somewhere around bedok i guess? after that, went to his house and kinda watched teevee that kinda stuff then went back home with his mum's mee soto. aww. hehehe sedap lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND SO, MY MUM KNOW I HAVE A BOYF NOW. AND SHE WENT LIKE THIS, "so my lil girl have a boyf now? :(" okay sorry, im not a little girl eventhough i act like one. but lol, i still love you no matter what. hehehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;today, i had some good talk with my parents about life, guys, girls, okay anything. i thank god for my wonderful two-some bcos i wouldnt wanna trade them with all the good things in this world. okay actually since yesterday night, ive been like talking. k maybe clearing things up. i just wanna tell you if you happen to be reading my blog, if you think youre close to me, (which i think so if not you woulnt be reading my rants, LOL) and i somekinda pissed you off, or isit i kinda did something you dont like, heres my sorry. but to make things, less complicated, please, if one day this thing happen, approach me. tell me which part i went wrong. cosz im only human. i will make 10001 mistakes but i dowan to lose any good friends at all. i kinda get a goooood i-hate-you from my guy friend last night. but we kinda sort things out and okay the next day, we're sipping frappe, gossiping ansd sharing secrets. awwwww much! LOL the power of friendship i call this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay i think i should head to bed now since its turning late. yeah, goodnight!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-5709391420646778232?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/5709391420646778232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-so-let-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/5709391420646778232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/5709391420646778232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-so-let-me.html' title='and so let me'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TNWtfcQyLQI/AAAAAAAAAqU/PbPOxR0OB60/s72-c/DSC07226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-8409531211604689000</id><published>2010-11-04T20:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T21:02:47.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YOU GOTTA LOVE ME.'/><title type='text'>IM IDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TNKuXCQhDHI/AAAAAAAAAqM/jhxd25empaI/s1600/cats10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535678602758130802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TNKuXCQhDHI/AAAAAAAAAqM/jhxd25empaI/s320/cats10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you duncth have to gimme that look cosz you start this, you end this btch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and oh, im sorry that i live not to please you but myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AWW!&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/5421815328479919423-8409531211604689000?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/8409531211604689000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-ida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/8409531211604689000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/8409531211604689000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-ida.html' title='IM IDA'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TNKuXCQhDHI/AAAAAAAAAqM/jhxd25empaI/s72-c/cats10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-7128330564790627703</id><published>2010-11-02T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T23:16:40.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy girl.'/><title type='text'>im sucha</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;ive been missing alot lately.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;call me whatever, but whatever have taken its toll on me. LOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know that feeling like you couldnt care less because youve been too tired mulling over things and things like that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its like all you want is peace and happiness. the rest dont matter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so far, my life have been amazingly awesome and thank god for that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I havent been sigh-ing(real one) lately cosz all the good things are here with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if god wanna take a lil bit more pity on me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe all this will stay. AMIN!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have upcoming plans and i so cant wait.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;N A I C E  N A I C E  PLANS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOVEMBER, BE GOOD!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-7128330564790627703?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/7128330564790627703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-sucha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/7128330564790627703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532762489975239714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TMhSK7mUdCI/AAAAAAAAAqE/9uXMEmx71ZI/s320/DSC01921.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have you ever find you living in sucha depressing world full of things you dont wish to see happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i do, and i hate that very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it makes me feel like as if im lost in a place where i dont know anyone at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its like ive got no sense of direction, i dont know whats going to come up next and that is very annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if only im given a map, &lt;em&gt;whattodos&lt;/em&gt; and that kinda thing, maybe my life would have been way much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe i should stop dreaming, im not a princess and fairy tales dont come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but im me, and with the sweet creatures with me, i will make my ending much more nicer than any fairy tales youve read about ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/5421815328479919423-831145746956292483?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/831145746956292483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-i-had-one-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/831145746956292483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/831145746956292483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-i-had-one-wish.html' title='if i had one wish'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TMhSK7mUdCI/AAAAAAAAAqE/9uXMEmx71ZI/s72-c/DSC01921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-1077998134640979216</id><published>2010-10-25T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T21:51:03.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nur shahida'/><title type='text'>with love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TMWIxBmQv6I/AAAAAAAAAp8/Myg6aafX_uI/s1600/DSC07078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531978093118406562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TMWIxBmQv6I/AAAAAAAAAp8/Myg6aafX_uI/s320/DSC07078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i havent been blogging awhile and my reason will be because schools here and ouch, what can you say about school? its just some mundane and whatnot stuffs you will be hearing anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe then again, school was this exciting okay no, not so but still.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOL mainly because my two good buddies are here with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;what more do i need?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;the two wishes i wanted is here now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;apart from that, alot of things have been pissing me off lately.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay sheesh, you know that kinda problem?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;ive made up my mind. i should just take it like this now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i only will spend my time over things that matters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and this equals to my time is very precious,&lt;br /&gt;life is very short.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont wanna go cursing and swearing when i can be happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyway yeah i dont have to please everyone in this world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i do what i like, and to hell with the rest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;its like you accept me for who i am, and if you dont, i dont give a hoot bout it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;you got me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;im happy with what i have now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have my family, boyf and friends by my side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-1077998134640979216?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/1077998134640979216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/10/with-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/1077998134640979216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/1077998134640979216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/10/with-love.html' title='with love'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TMWIxBmQv6I/AAAAAAAAAp8/Myg6aafX_uI/s72-c/DSC07078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-8900685550439897863</id><published>2010-10-23T17:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T18:02:01.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='but ah its my life.'/><title type='text'>Theres so much things i wanna say</title><content type='html'>hellaluva(instead of hellalujah) ride was it this week.&lt;br /&gt;you fall, you went up again and then you realised that oh yeah, people cares about you.&lt;br /&gt;That got you smiling at the way knowing they need you, they want you, they are there for you.&lt;br /&gt;This time let me make things clear.&lt;br /&gt;You can talk to me anytime guys, i know how sucky i can be.&lt;br /&gt;I laugh at the wrong time, I give you stupid excuses but you know, you can count on me when you need a listening ear because my attitude varies with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I can be serious one time.&lt;br /&gt;Playful and mad another time.&lt;br /&gt;Like you guys were there for me, im just a call away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, i feel like a princess.&lt;br /&gt;heh heh except that i dont live in a palace.&lt;br /&gt;atleast people treat me like one.&lt;br /&gt;and thats aww so sweet ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, im back with the boy.&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, it seems like real this time.&lt;br /&gt;May the good things stay and the bad ones drift away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love!♥♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-8900685550439897863?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/8900685550439897863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/10/theres-so-much-things-i-wanna-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/8900685550439897863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/8900685550439897863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/10/theres-so-much-things-i-wanna-say.html' title='Theres so much things i wanna say'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-336718683280329801</id><published>2010-10-16T01:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T02:08:00.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>favourite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TLiYK8hTLvI/AAAAAAAAAp0/g9vEFFgYXM4/s1600/042709_blair3_300x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528335856409194226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TLiYK8hTLvI/AAAAAAAAAp0/g9vEFFgYXM4/s320/042709_blair3_300x400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TLiYKX0wk9I/AAAAAAAAAps/e4rV-mM32AM/s1600/bLAIR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528335846558700498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TLiYKX0wk9I/AAAAAAAAAps/e4rV-mM32AM/s320/bLAIR.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me share with you my idol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never been this fanatic before but aww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here she is, Leighton Meester who is known as Queen Bee or BLAIR WALDORF!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, she played the bitch role in Gossip Girls but awww, that dont stop her from being my favourite!♥♥♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5421815328479919423-336718683280329801?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/336718683280329801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/10/favourite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/336718683280329801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/336718683280329801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/10/favourite.html' title='favourite'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TLiYK8hTLvI/AAAAAAAAAp0/g9vEFFgYXM4/s72-c/042709_blair3_300x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-7485926127370274811</id><published>2010-10-13T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T22:42:52.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So if youre the one step into my ride.'/><title type='text'>ive been looking for a driver whos qualified.</title><content type='html'>Before i be a bitch and end this game, and let you watch me go,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna let you know that you dont have to dump her for me.&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later, you will regret.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what came over me but i know i wasnt serious at all.&lt;br /&gt;And when i said I wasnt, I wasnt really thinking about anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;You dont have to go all seriously serious about me and dump the girls of your past.&lt;br /&gt;You dont need my approval for anything. you and me will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;Carry on texting her before you head to bed and when you wake up, find her when youre bored, treating her, making her happy.&lt;br /&gt;When you find your love, be the happiest guy on earth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-7485926127370274811?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/7485926127370274811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/10/ive-been-looking-for-driver-whos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/7485926127370274811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/7485926127370274811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/10/ive-been-looking-for-driver-whos.html' title='ive been looking for a driver whos qualified.'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-3194441526427404964</id><published>2010-10-12T20:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T21:05:20.881+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><title type='text'>IM GOING TO GET THE MINI</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527143570118352882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TLRbyv99H_I/AAAAAAAAApk/Cf4lw53TDOw/s320/love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i have a boyfriend, he will pamper me like im his princess.(heheh like you!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i have a boyfriend, he will make sure im home safely everyday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i have a boyfriend, he will make sure he wont keep anything from me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i have a boyfriend, he will make sure he make time for me everyday atleast a few minutes of talking on the phone saying, "i miss you and i love you" will do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i have a boyfriend, he will be loving me more than i love him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i have a boyfriend, he will make sure i sleep after him so i wont get bored.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i have a boyfriend, his voice will be my lullaby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i have a boyfriend, i will be his favourite topic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i have a boyfriend, he will be the one showing me off to the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i have a boyfriend, he will make me his only girl ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A FRIEND TOLD ME I WILL NEVER BE LEFT ON THE SHELF AND IF ONE DAY I DID, IT MUST BE BECAUSE ALL THE GUYS IN THE WORLD ARE NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now i will scream, "AWWWWWWWWWW".&lt;/em&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/5421815328479919423-3194441526427404964?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/3194441526427404964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-i-had-new-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/3194441526427404964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/3194441526427404964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-i-had-new-guy.html' title='IM GOING TO GET THE MINI'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TLRbyv99H_I/AAAAAAAAApk/Cf4lw53TDOw/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-5992542729356545978</id><published>2010-10-12T01:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T01:26:35.334+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hold me.'/><title type='text'>shoulda never let you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AnMP1oqPTto?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AnMP1oqPTto?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THIS SONG TOTALLY FEEL ME NOW!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-5992542729356545978?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/5992542729356545978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/10/shoulda-never-let-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/5992542729356545978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/5992542729356545978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/10/shoulda-never-let-you.html' title='shoulda never let you'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-6273849243710499909</id><published>2010-10-12T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T01:11:53.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love you'/><title type='text'>hate that</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgSFEAgzbb0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgSFEAgzbb0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;ONE DAY IM GOING TO FIND THE GUY OF MY LIFE AND THIS WILL BE OUR FAVOURITE SONG^^ &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-6273849243710499909?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/6273849243710499909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/10/hate-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/6273849243710499909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/6273849243710499909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/10/hate-that.html' title='hate that'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-3932624611603165948</id><published>2010-10-11T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T20:44:05.957+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE BOMB'/><title type='text'>^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DNmmmpTJp5E?rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" frameborder="0" width="400" type="text/html"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-3932624611603165948?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/3932624611603165948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/3932624611603165948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/3932624611603165948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='^^'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/DNmmmpTJp5E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-2547895594916985011</id><published>2010-10-10T19:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T19:52:53.430+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I WONT STOOP SO LOW.'/><title type='text'>YES THATS NOT ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THIS IS FOR MY LADIES.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FOR THE ONES WHO WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR THE GUY YOU LOVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ONLY TO REALISE THAT HE PLAYED BEHIND YOUR BACK.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE ONES WHO WILL KEEP GIVING CHANCES.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE ONES WHO KNOW THEY DESERVE BETTER BUT STILL STAY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HERES TO US.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pGknIr7Zxas?hd=1" frameborder="0" width="400" type="text/html"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-2547895594916985011?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/2547895594916985011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/10/yes-thats-not-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/2547895594916985011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/2547895594916985011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/10/yes-thats-not-me.html' title='YES THATS NOT ME'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pGknIr7Zxas/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-8713770451099402667</id><published>2010-10-10T00:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T02:00:09.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you switcha.'/><title type='text'>IM cuter than the girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TLCdBWjEgnI/AAAAAAAAApc/vFBFzVG6MJ4/s1600/DSC00414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526089389341704818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TLCdBWjEgnI/AAAAAAAAApc/vFBFzVG6MJ4/s320/DSC00414.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HEH HEH you know me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You read me like a book, this is just so cute ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Listen to Pretty Girl Rock by Keri Hilson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like the way i love myself more than anything in this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HELL YEAH, IM BACK with a big fish on the bait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is how you are going to go down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mark my words, i am going far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-8713770451099402667?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/8713770451099402667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-cuter-than-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/8713770451099402667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/8713770451099402667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-cuter-than-girl.html' title='IM cuter than the girl'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TLCdBWjEgnI/AAAAAAAAApc/vFBFzVG6MJ4/s72-c/DSC00414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-492809494869151201</id><published>2010-10-09T23:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T00:38:32.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOMETHING NEW.'/><title type='text'>LET ME WRITE YOU</title><content type='html'>theres just somethings that you never know when you will lose it.&lt;br /&gt;It went away without an even tiny bit of warning, just.like.that.&lt;br /&gt;Take it like just now.&lt;br /&gt;I was super duper happy over the arrival of some visitors, Topaz all neatly presented for the visitors and omggg, we just couldnt find him after turning the whole house upside down and comb the whole street 20.&lt;br /&gt;I never know how much he meant to me until i find myself, worrying, my whole self suddenly dont feel right at all and began to search for him like one lunatic.&lt;br /&gt;And after 3 hours of search, yes baby we did it.&lt;br /&gt;And when i know i didnt lose him at all, from then on, i knew hes the only one i wanna keep for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been on a super duper smooth ride this few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I even thought that the end of Septembers and Octobers was the month specially set from god for me.&lt;br /&gt;But again, i forgot that good things will always come to an end and that nothing will last.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe yes, karma have been hitting me when i was with you.&lt;br /&gt;I dont remember doing this to anyone, then again yes maybe in the past i did.&lt;br /&gt;But i just wanna let the whole world know that when i love, i dont play that game with only names.&lt;br /&gt;I can assure you that after i broke up with you, 11 months ago, i realised you were something to me.&lt;br /&gt;That was then i ignored all the guys msges and flirtings.&lt;br /&gt;That was then i dont even know how to talk to a guy cosz i thought this thing will last.&lt;br /&gt;That was then you became my favourite topic.&lt;br /&gt;But you, i didnt know what i worth to you at all.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe to you, whatever ive done is never enough.&lt;br /&gt;I swear, that was my all, atleast for now.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its because the whole time i was with you, just like what i predicted, there wasnt only me.&lt;br /&gt;who would ever knew that someone you could trust, someone i ever can label as the honest guy ive met so far have to lie to me over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;All i know is that you have never shared everything with me.&lt;br /&gt;Ive been looking at it being one-sided.&lt;br /&gt;it have always been me talking bout my guy friends and all and you, ONLY your family and guy friends.&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT HAPPENED TO THE GIRLS IN YOUR LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;YOU MEAN, YOU NEVER EVEN CHAT WITH THEM AT ALL?&lt;br /&gt;am i that bad that you wont even bother to tell me bout that so that atleast i can understand and when i do, these irritating things wont happen?&lt;br /&gt;but now, its just too late.&lt;br /&gt;You know trust is like a piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;Once crumpled, it will never be perfect again.&lt;br /&gt;Just when i wanna trust you, i found out things over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;Put yourself in my shoes before you even dare to tell me i wont go far with my attitude.&lt;br /&gt;for the first time in my life when i was with a guy, namely you, i got paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;I used to be okay with guys, my guy that is, contacting a girl.&lt;br /&gt;Its no big deal. BECAUSE i know them, my guy told me about them, and i understand.&lt;br /&gt;IM NOT THIS SICK IN THE ASS TO ACT LIKE A BITCH WHO CONTROLS MY GOD DAMN BF.&lt;br /&gt;after all, im not even married with him so whats the rush?&lt;br /&gt;I dowan to end this making you think, oh afterall im with a bitch?&lt;br /&gt;YES, IM NICE. i really am, if only you know the real meaning of love.&lt;br /&gt;I havent give them yet to anyone so hello my prince, you can take yor time in finding me.&lt;br /&gt;This time im tired of malay guys. Other races please? heh heh heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-492809494869151201?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/492809494869151201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/10/let-me-write-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/492809494869151201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/492809494869151201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/10/let-me-write-you.html' title='LET ME WRITE YOU'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-887093235721878556</id><published>2010-10-09T01:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T01:57:22.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY FAVOURITE'/><title type='text'>Shes is gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FjBipX_u2Nk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/FjBipX_u2Nk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-887093235721878556?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/887093235721878556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/10/shes-is-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/887093235721878556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/887093235721878556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/10/shes-is-gone.html' title='Shes is gone'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-2742398552135990809</id><published>2010-10-07T16:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T17:58:58.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Too many trips.'/><title type='text'>Shes gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525240004309527186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TK2YgoulqpI/AAAAAAAAApE/_m4mf8sUsaU/s320/DSC07054.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525240001007288802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TK2YgcbRgeI/AAAAAAAAAo8/ATGRMb88VHI/s320/DSC07217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525240591333271090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TK2ZCzj9JjI/AAAAAAAAApU/0U2pQUVUQ0A/s320/DSC06965.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive been looking back at pictures, reminiscing memories, asking myself where i go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say "Confidence is attractive" and i agree on that fully. what say you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to be the little girl who held her head high for anything once ive set my mind on it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the little girl who will say "yes" to every challenge given.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But due to some changes that happened a few years ago, i dont really trust myself and the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, im working and getting the hang on it and yessss, im doing whatever i can for the new me, myself and i! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive been told that "what ifs" do happen, not once but many times in a lifetime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But ive also learnt through my 19 years of living that theres no "NO" in my dictionary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anything I want in this world, I can have it. Provided i TRY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But due to some circumstances, the three letter word that makes "try" seems so short but in terms of actions, i can say, its too hard for one to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive been rotting lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when i say ROT, i mean real slacking at home, barely doing anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That explains why i have so much freaking spare time to write a whole load of shit here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to do something beneficial but I dont see anything I can do. Bummer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive got tons of things to add in my wishlist and I dont want a job, i just want the money&lt;strong&gt;♥♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay ive made enough rants for the day&lt;strong&gt;.♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as promised, the pictures for the beautiful present from the boy and the best guy friend ever made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With Love;&lt;/em&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/5421815328479919423-2742398552135990809?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/2742398552135990809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/10/shes-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/2742398552135990809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/2742398552135990809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/10/shes-gone.html' title='Shes gone.'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TK2YgoulqpI/AAAAAAAAApE/_m4mf8sUsaU/s72-c/DSC07054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-5022665679698940842</id><published>2010-10-05T01:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T01:47:05.825+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosz youve been running thru my mind.'/><title type='text'>I know you must be tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TKoSvwrmd8I/AAAAAAAAAo0/9tX9SnXL3eY/s1600/DSC07188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524248504654264258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TKoSvwrmd8I/AAAAAAAAAo0/9tX9SnXL3eY/s320/DSC07188.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524242603053604690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TKoNYPgW31I/AAAAAAAAAoc/ERDLgPz2rfU/s320/DSC07206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524243468335920434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TKoOKm7vNTI/AAAAAAAAAos/VwggFKKfAnE/s320/DSC07212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive been spending my time lazing around and rotting like nobody's business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its been 2 days since im grounded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, im grounded for real this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the only time i can go out is when mum and dad is not at home and thats when i sneak out. with proper planning from the siblings. nice, NOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this time, its totally wrong timing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1stly, im going to miss the zoo trip with the malay lectures mate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;secondly, chalet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i cant meet cinta except if he comes up to my house after work. aww so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;what now? :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i think im going to benefit from that all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos they said, parents knows everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so lets just leave it to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im going to get my reward anyway ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i think theres no harm staying at home &lt;em&gt;awhile&lt;/em&gt;.( im just coating this with sugar to make me happy c: ) when theres something to look forward to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so today since im so bored and errrrrrrrrr since i owe cinta a blog post, so maybe i should just rant everything altogether. heh heh. but argh shit, i forgot the picture is still in the camera. so maybe my present should wait. LOL. sorry cinta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;been having fun with the boy for quite awhile. thurs, he got me my pink puma purse and then followed him to some bukit (i forgot) for his license thing and we ate good food. im still thinking bout the siew mai. yumm! heheh and saturday, to marina square, suntec and wisma. and its worth the memories. i cinta you ^^&lt;/div&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/5421815328479919423-5022665679698940842?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/5022665679698940842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-know-you-must-be-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/5022665679698940842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/5022665679698940842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-know-you-must-be-tired.html' title='I know you must be tired'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TKoSvwrmd8I/AAAAAAAAAo0/9tX9SnXL3eY/s72-c/DSC07188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-4280104088578136221</id><published>2010-10-01T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T23:29:13.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TAMOUS'/><title type='text'>TOMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TKX9vXkd74I/AAAAAAAAAoU/WOQHToyUTOQ/s1600/59990_106130859449219_100001569150289_51024_86371_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523099508262432642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TKX9vXkd74I/AAAAAAAAAoU/WOQHToyUTOQ/s320/59990_106130859449219_100001569150289_51024_86371_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TKX9K4vHgQI/AAAAAAAAAoE/iyJg6X2Wn4E/s1600/59990_106130856115886_100001569150289_51023_3381699_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523098881510310146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TKX9K4vHgQI/AAAAAAAAAoE/iyJg6X2Wn4E/s320/59990_106130856115886_100001569150289_51023_3381699_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i owe an apology for delaying this blog post which is specially made for the day i went out with tomo, my twin. heh heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been ages since we two actually went out together besides going through and fro to school, and doing nonsense things in school which will put up as a memory when ive graduated from nyp. LOL. hopefully we will be in the same class together next semester!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so that day, we went to find yinghao at heeren since i need his help for the fourskin stuffs. and then to cineleisure to eat and window-shopped awhile and off to united square to find max and dine in Bakerzin. and omgg the macaroons was super sweet that i dared not take another one. LOL but the cookies and cream cheesecake was nice! i think im suddenly craving for it now. wrong time, wrong date, wrong day! hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;altogether it was a nice day meeting tomo!&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/5421815328479919423-4280104088578136221?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/4280104088578136221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/10/tomo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/4280104088578136221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/4280104088578136221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/10/tomo.html' title='TOMO'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TKX9vXkd74I/AAAAAAAAAoU/WOQHToyUTOQ/s72-c/59990_106130859449219_100001569150289_51024_86371_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-133640661787168796</id><published>2010-09-24T01:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T01:58:13.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='but i dont see no one but you.'/><title type='text'>theres a million guys out there</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its high-time i grow up.&lt;br /&gt;im NINETEEN and im still the same.&lt;br /&gt;but believe me or not, ive tried but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;i dont look nineteen and i dont act like one. LOL (okay not funny!)&lt;br /&gt;but as a matter of fact, why try to change to be someone else when im loved this way? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side track, just like my dad said, Topaz was a gift from god to replace Precious, just like Precious, Topaz is super random, one minute he was biting my hands and running all around the house, and the next minute, sleeping soundly on the bed. while Precious used to run on her wheels and nibbled on her foods and the next minute, i see her sleeping in her cage. adorable. yes, now i can say im an animal lover ^^ these two lil sweetie showed me how adorable a pet can be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres so much to ramble but i dont know where to start. i miss gossiping, i miss doing the girly stuffs, i miss hanging out doing stupid things, i miss breaking the rules, i miss doing tons of things. lately, ive been shutting my social life out. its only with nizam and a few friends now. nevertheless, i didnt say i dont miss the whole bunch of you right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyway, heres a song to end this post ^^ the current song i played for like 10 times per day. LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6tpl9LtkRRw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6tpl9LtkRRw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-133640661787168796?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/133640661787168796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/09/theres-million-guys-out-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/133640661787168796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/133640661787168796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/09/theres-million-guys-out-there.html' title='theres a million guys out there'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-621221266015766215</id><published>2010-09-21T23:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T00:54:16.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i turned 19'/><title type='text'>Birthday wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TJjcnKgtDGI/AAAAAAAAAn8/3OcxV91u-p4/s1600/DSC06930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519403908737076322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TJjcnKgtDGI/AAAAAAAAAn8/3OcxV91u-p4/s320/DSC06930.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TJjcmnM_vCI/AAAAAAAAAn0/mhSdetagEEc/s1600/DSC06936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519403899259173922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TJjcmnM_vCI/AAAAAAAAAn0/mhSdetagEEc/s320/DSC06936.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TJjcmDkOC7I/AAAAAAAAAns/TxR1X5Mdwuw/s1600/DSC06943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519403889692904370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TJjcmDkOC7I/AAAAAAAAAns/TxR1X5Mdwuw/s320/DSC06943.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TJjclk_KCCI/AAAAAAAAAnk/mkGICqYjdvA/s1600/DSC06939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519403881484388386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TJjclk_KCCI/AAAAAAAAAnk/mkGICqYjdvA/s320/DSC06939.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;its 1 more minute to the end of my 19th birthday and yes, i dont want to waste it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;im so glad that in a way or another, people cared to wish me eventhough ive drifted far away from some of them. or some, i dont even know who they are in the first place. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i feel so important back then ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thanks for making it sucha beautiful day be it whether you wish me by call, sms, msn, twitter or facebook. its nice to see so many sweet people around! and thanks for the presents from the special people, namely yikai, my parents and my 2 sisters. and the coming ones ^^ i swear i like it damn much, everyone of it. and the memories from my family and cinta. ive got pictures for it :-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lets get emotional then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;19 years ago, today was the day my parents and elder sister got very excited cos they were about to have me in their lifes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and soo, today, they got very excited to celebrate mine again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;really, till today i can see that their love have never fade away no matter how screwed my life have got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i dont want to dissapoint them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wanna be someone who they can count on in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and may this wish come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5421815328479919423-621221266015766215?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/621221266015766215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/09/birthday-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/621221266015766215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/621221266015766215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/09/birthday-wish.html' title='Birthday wish'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TJjcnKgtDGI/AAAAAAAAAn8/3OcxV91u-p4/s72-c/DSC06930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-6200368288084679271</id><published>2010-09-20T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T22:47:28.506+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='its so me.'/><title type='text'>Virgo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TJdzaOWEbaI/AAAAAAAAAnc/tTMkl-GCM8o/s1600/images%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519006762730286498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TJdzaOWEbaI/AAAAAAAAAnc/tTMkl-GCM8o/s320/images%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Virgo Astrology August 23- September 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Virgo Strength Keywords:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Analytical- Observant- Helpful- Reliable- Precise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Virgo Weakness Keywords:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Skeptical- Fussy- Inflexible- Cold- Interfering&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Virgo and Independence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgo is a very independent zodiac sign. They are fully able to put their intelligence to use and get things done for themselves. It is possible however that their narrow mindedness causes their creativity to suffer and they may lead regular routine lives. They may dwell too much on the past and over complicate things and this may limit their ability to move forward and confuse themselves. In conclusion, Virgos are able to be independent but the less evolved types will have difficult if someone is not there helping them to achieve more and not be so critical of themselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Virgo and Friendship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People look up to Virgo for friends because they are straight thinkers and solve problems logically. They are truthful, loyal and determined. Some people might find them cold or emotionally detached because they live in their minds, not in their emotions and feelings. It might be hard to pin down how a Virgo friend is feeling because they easily live in denial. A person who is able to read deep into another person will notice when Virgo is not well but if they confront them about it, they would rather retreat then talk about it. It is best to keep your emotional distance from a Virgo friend unless they open up to you first. Virgo might try to analyze and control a friend's life but only with the idea that they will improve their life, not purely for the sake of controlling. Be patient with your Virgo friend and understand that their recommendations are only to make your life better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Virgo and Business:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgos are very intelligent, they have an excellent memory and a highly analytical mind. This makes them good investigators and researchers. They also have the ability to probe into a person's emotions and they can often see into people and detect what their motives are. This makes them great policemen or interrogators. Virgos are very good at problem solving, this is what they do best. They are confronted with a problem, they will pick apart the pieces and put it together in the proper order. They are rational thinkers and are good at settling other people's disputes and putting them on the right track for reconciliation. Any position that requires the above features, which is a very long list, is perfect for the Virgo. They keep the world in order.&lt;br /&gt;Virgo Temperament:&lt;br /&gt;Before a Virgo plunges into anything, from a problem to a vacation idea, they need to analyze all the facts and know all the details before they plunge in and make a decision. This makes them seem indecisive and slow. Virgo's perception is their reality, more so then other astrology signs. What they believe is what will be, if they have a negative outlook on life, things will present themselves to be negative and they will be very moody and isolated/detached. If they are positive, the same events that occur will be held in a positive light and they will be a pleasant, well adjusted person. A Virgo mind is a very powerful mind and they must have the proper attitude for their life to be happy and successful. Virgo needs to get in touch with their feelings, this is why they usually seem cold or detached. They are very prone of living in denial. They will say the feel okay or everything is alright even when it's not. This is an easy way out, the one thing that Virgo does not like to analyze is their feelings so pretending everything is okay is a good defense mechanism for not having to take a closer look at their feelings. Virgo has an unpredictable and sometimes unstable temperament. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Virgo Deep Inside:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They need to be organized in their mind, sometimes all their energy is taken from organizing their mind that they have a difficult time organizing their surroundings. They easily look too deep into an issue and over analyze what they percept. Virgo is ambitious and strives to always know more and have more. This is in their eternal quest to bring order to chaos. Even if order is obtained from an outsiders' point of view, Virgo will not be settled for they have a very active mind that is always thinking and can never be silenced. Virgos want to be of use, they need to be important and essential to everyone in their lives and in everything they do. Virgo's major life lesson is to learn to trust in and have faith in the unknown. They have to understand that things in life happen for a reason that is not always known to them, they do not have to always know everything. They need to learn to calm down and not over-analyze a situation or event. Deep inside, Virgo is very sensitive and they need to be appreciated for all the things they do. When is Virgo is offended or hurt, they may never show it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Virgo in a Nutshell:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Virgo exists in the mind, everything is inside. To the world, Virgo presents a calm and collected exterior but on the inside, nervous uncontrolled intensity in the mind, trying to figure things out, how to improve everything, analyzing and thinking. Virgo can tire itself out without even moving! Virgo has a constant drive to improve and perfect, this can lead to extreme pickiness and finickiest. They are pure, their motives are honest never malicious and they want to accomplish something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What it's like to date a Virgo Woman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Virgo woman is earthly and she may seem cold and detached, but underneath the timid, reserved surface lies the real woman, a strong, passionate woman with a great capacity for strong devoted love. She will play hard to get, she is hard to get for she is worried about exposing her emotional vulnerabilities and getting hurt. She requires patience and you will have to court her and work hard to impress her. Once she is in love, it is for the long term. She will be devoted, loyal and make you very happy and even put a little order in your life. Virgo woman is conservative and old fashioned, a typical woman who is perfect for the man who loves a challenge and likes to take a relationship slow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How To Attract Virgo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgos need intellectual stimulation. Impress them with facts and details. Always try to come to conclusions when having a conversation, they do not like topics that go nowhere, they like conversations to come to a close or consensus, even if you agree to disagree. They are very conventional people so do not do anything spontaneous or force them to make a hasty decision, they take their time and think intensely in their mind. They are not slow, their brain is working evaluating everything. Do not attempt to probe inside their mind because their emotions are pretty much closed off until the relationship is solid, and they will decide when that time will be. Virgos are natural worriers, do not let this get to you. Do not give them cause to worry because this makes them get wound up like a spring. Let Virgo take the lead, they like to be in control of what is happening. Keep the date tasteful and do not be vulgar, they like calm and classy surroundings and people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-6200368288084679271?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/6200368288084679271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/09/virgo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/6200368288084679271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/6200368288084679271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/09/virgo.html' title='Virgo'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TJdzaOWEbaI/AAAAAAAAAnc/tTMkl-GCM8o/s72-c/images%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-1189057560505039996</id><published>2010-09-20T01:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T02:25:30.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ITS ME AND YOU'/><title type='text'>HOOD LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TJZVX01uHUI/AAAAAAAAAnU/qVBYTJsSoAg/s1600/58361_435547008599_697473599_5178612_6576212_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518692261198437698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TJZVX01uHUI/AAAAAAAAAnU/qVBYTJsSoAg/s320/58361_435547008599_697473599_5178612_6576212_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have you ever felt like youre in cloud 9 everytime you come in contact with someone youve kept inside yor tiny heart?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do c: (&lt;em&gt;I know my cinta will smile and whisper to himself that Im sweet but how many times have i told him, im born like dat? lol&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i admit that we did our wrongs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but seriously, its funny to see how we both come along.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from a stranger, to a friend, to being a girlfriend/boyfriends, to ex-es, and now we're going to where we used to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and how we both last as long as nearly a year knowing each other is firstly because someone always tried his best whenever i want to give this up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let me tell you, im not that kind of girl thats easy to please.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will give you 10001 excuses to not do something, will say words that can kill, i think my heart is the only princess in the world and ...(&lt;em&gt;er, i think i should just save that for him&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but okay, i admit each time i did or say something wrong, i know im wrong and that i know im sorry and i know i wanna tell him something but due to my ego, i didnt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okay, im not supposed to talk about this. he asked me to update about yesterday when i came to his house and umm met his parents. i really sucks at this kinda things but nvm. and he met mine too. my parents thinks he's okay ^^ but i think thats for him to update cos i suckk at updating what i did in the day. all i call summarise is that i had some good times with you and errrrrrrrrrrrrrrr i know ur thinking mature gila, u 26 i 27 k? :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5421815328479919423-1189057560505039996?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/1189057560505039996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/09/hood-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/1189057560505039996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/1189057560505039996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/09/hood-love.html' title='HOOD LOVE'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TJZVX01uHUI/AAAAAAAAAnU/qVBYTJsSoAg/s72-c/58361_435547008599_697473599_5178612_6576212_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-5541759809127942450</id><published>2010-09-17T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T00:03:20.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TJORB_omiEI/AAAAAAAAAnE/CsqKgzjbBUQ/s1600/Sbwg+Outs+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517913431906617410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TJORB_omiEI/AAAAAAAAAnE/CsqKgzjbBUQ/s320/Sbwg+Outs+048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;someone wants me to update something about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A PICTURE TELLS A THOUSAND WORDS RIGHT? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-5541759809127942450?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/5541759809127942450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/09/someone-wants-me-to-update-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/5541759809127942450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/5541759809127942450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/09/someone-wants-me-to-update-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TJORB_omiEI/AAAAAAAAAnE/CsqKgzjbBUQ/s72-c/Sbwg+Outs+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-4202393707743018574</id><published>2010-09-17T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T22:58:45.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you know I got ya back.'/><title type='text'>As deceiving as I can get</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TJOBePSiRGI/AAAAAAAAAm8/-jnYzVvrcBA/s1600/DSC06700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517896324959323234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TJOBePSiRGI/AAAAAAAAAm8/-jnYzVvrcBA/s320/DSC06700.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ive been on a tedious ride this week.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing new.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As much as I dont wanna admit, 3/4 of my life was full of trash and rubbish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The other 1/4 maybe some fairytale sweetdreams ive been treasuring until today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever wished someone had the guts to make known of their feelings?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe i still have the old-fashioned mindset, I still believe and will always believe that guys, should be the old playing the pulling game and the girls, the pushing game.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mum told me to stop playing with people hearts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But as sad as the situation is, I didnt even have the intention to do so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As far as I could remember, those three words, have never been for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like yor company, but it doesnt mean I like you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like whatever you have done but sometimes, as lucky as yor lady luck can get, some things are just not like what you wished they were.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know now it seemed like youre proving something.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe that tiny feelings you ever had?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But as far as we can get, I still believed that we're made not to be more than friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another thing, about being together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am me, I dont like having to share my things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its like you can choose me or date 10001 girls.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos if you think im this worthy, then maybe 1 me is more than the 10001 girls.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But please understand that I want to be the only one. Just you and me, no one else in between.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im just going on some waves and storms, trying to get things back on track.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its either I did the right thing, or I didnt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let time proves it all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As thick as my skin can get, I still do get butterflies when someone tell me something i dont know. Till the heartbreak, xxx.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-4202393707743018574?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/4202393707743018574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-deceiving-as-i-can-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/4202393707743018574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/4202393707743018574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-deceiving-as-i-can-get.html' title='As deceiving as I can get'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TJOBePSiRGI/AAAAAAAAAm8/-jnYzVvrcBA/s72-c/DSC06700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-6084431245033765010</id><published>2010-09-16T02:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T02:57:21.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EVER'/><title type='text'>HAVE I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;have you ever wondered what did you actually do to get the treatment someone gave u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;they say karma will hit you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But did i ever do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if i did, i seriously dont have any intention to do it to anyone of you alive or dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;im so muddle-headed i do things without me thinking, sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;right now, i know its stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i lost someone i can hold on to months ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;maybe everyone have problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;IM SORRY IF I EVER FAIL TO BE THERE FOR ANYONE OF YOU WHO HAVE BEEN THERE FOR ME AT TIMES WHEN YOU ENCOUNTER A BREAKDOWN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i know i can be ungrateful sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BUT IM JUST SO SORRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you know you can ring me up at my new number as and when you like it right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I WILL BE THERE FOR YOU, PROMISE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss izy very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i hope things are good for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;YOU KNOW YOU MEAN 100001x to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i feel so useless. ITS LIKE I CANT EVEN MAKE ONE PERSON HAPPY NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AM I LIKE THAT BAD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SO USELESS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okay shit, im so sorry, IM NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;im still positive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;im good. you guys just dont know the meaning of GOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-6084431245033765010?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/6084431245033765010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/09/have-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/6084431245033765010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/6084431245033765010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/09/have-i.html' title='HAVE I'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-6712969195109828338</id><published>2010-09-14T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T02:34:04.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let me write you a love song</title><content type='html'>im staring into space currently. okay no, im here listening to songs and lying in bed. im getting restless. im hungry but theres this supid thing called lizard near my kitchen door. so tell me how am i supposed to pop pizza in the oven at 2am in the morning :( and my life has been wonderful lately. i bet you too! goood day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-6712969195109828338?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/6712969195109828338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/09/let-me-write-you-love-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/6712969195109828338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/6712969195109828338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/09/let-me-write-you-love-song.html' title='let me write you a love song'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-5408386677027114177</id><published>2010-09-07T15:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T15:28:14.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THEY WILL ALWAYS BE THERE WITH YOU.'/><title type='text'>They say as long as you dont forget someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TIXpOcvaP3I/AAAAAAAAAms/sn8jgMjX0L0/s1600/DSC05413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514069753227526002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TIXpOcvaP3I/AAAAAAAAAms/sn8jgMjX0L0/s320/DSC05413.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TIXpOJ9BEjI/AAAAAAAAAmk/6XFf7MmUw34/s1600/DSC03897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514069748184322610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TIXpOJ9BEjI/AAAAAAAAAmk/6XFf7MmUw34/s320/DSC03897.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TIXopzZiO2I/AAAAAAAAAmc/0k0TQARnkZY/s1600/Valentyne+hamster+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514069123654630242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TIXopzZiO2I/AAAAAAAAAmc/0k0TQARnkZY/s320/Valentyne+hamster+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TIXolCbFDtI/AAAAAAAAAmU/MAs_j5BAgGI/s1600/Precious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514069041788292818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TIXolCbFDtI/AAAAAAAAAmU/MAs_j5BAgGI/s320/Precious.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just 3 hours ago I told Precious to wish me good luck for my papers. and when i came back, I thought my sister was lying BUT its real! PRECIOUS LEFT ME, MY GOOD LUCK CHARM LEFT ME! Rest In Peace my lil baby, I should have known.&lt;/span&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/5421815328479919423-5408386677027114177?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/5408386677027114177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/09/they-say-as-long-as-you-dont-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/5408386677027114177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/5408386677027114177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/09/they-say-as-long-as-you-dont-forget.html' title='They say as long as you dont forget someone'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TIXpOcvaP3I/AAAAAAAAAms/sn8jgMjX0L0/s72-c/DSC05413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-733993145274791427</id><published>2010-08-28T17:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T17:18:01.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='but instead the word turned upside down.'/><title type='text'>i thought i said NO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and so, today i was supposed to be &lt;strong&gt;mugging&lt;/strong&gt; my brain out. (&lt;em&gt;it does sound abit wrong but nevermind!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I couldnt!&lt;br /&gt;Ive got 1001 reasons to spare each time Im asked to do something.&lt;br /&gt;Im soo (&lt;em&gt;insert word&lt;/em&gt;) *&lt;strong&gt;O-M-G&lt;/strong&gt;*.&lt;br /&gt;and so instead, Im thinking of what would have happened, what already happened, what will happen and those irritating thoughts that made me &lt;strong&gt;wonder and ponder&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I know this is not needed but &lt;strong&gt;OH&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;gosh&lt;/strong&gt;, what is wrong now.&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, I could have won while running in the first place but I choose not to. (&lt;em&gt;What the fish, now Im talking like as if im an athlete!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I should start taking things lightly or else sooner or later, things will get out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now you know how manipulative i am, dont cha? ^^&lt;/em&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/5421815328479919423-733993145274791427?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/733993145274791427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-thought-i-said-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/733993145274791427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/733993145274791427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-thought-i-said-no.html' title='i thought i said NO'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-2377054952480135621</id><published>2010-08-27T04:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T04:34:53.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that you know i know.'/><title type='text'>now say something</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Here I am at 4:10 am, blogging away.&lt;br /&gt;I have been going out countlessly, meeting up with friends that I longed to catch, get the things I wants and uhh hum, "studying" for exams.&lt;br /&gt;Atleast, Im done writting one paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Its an achivement (for me, atleast!) but I just need to try harder. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So altogether, Im planning to complete 3 papers for Maths before Tues. (okay, still got hope!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Okay then again mug for SEP(next Fri) and IP(the following Tues), gosh!&lt;br /&gt;Now the exam fever is here! I should have seen it coming a week ago!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well each time Ive got papers to mug, my post will all be about how scaredy-wardey i will get, how dissapointed I am with myself when I couldnt study and how I REGRET BEING A LAST-MINUTE STUDIER and OMG, my results! *laughs* but oh well, just get use to this. No matter how I nonsense and retarded my post will be, I am always like this no matter what, i will never change :'( GOSHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Basically, I hope I will put some invisible glue on my bed, pens and papers on the weekends cause &lt;strong&gt;I really need to mug&lt;/strong&gt; by myself &lt;strong&gt;without&lt;/strong&gt; distractions and &lt;em&gt;whatnot&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I have been sensitive lately, getting &lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt; for no reason! (its already stupid calling myself stupid!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;nevertheless, &lt;strong&gt;everything is already great, well-kept by my side&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I just need more lucks and now my fairly god parents, &lt;strong&gt;GRANT ME WISH AND I WILL LOVE YOU TO THE VERY CORE&lt;/strong&gt;. now lets say holla to my dreamland, Im letting the bed bugs bite in awhile! Till here, &lt;em&gt;xxx&lt;/em&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/5421815328479919423-2377054952480135621?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/2377054952480135621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/08/now-say-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/2377054952480135621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/2377054952480135621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/08/now-say-something.html' title='now say something'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-1717124772139641775</id><published>2010-08-23T00:04:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T01:07:06.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when somebody cant do it.'/><title type='text'>you gave me a reason to love today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/THFUQSItfjI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Kb-AHfOGFQw/s1600/tumblr_l1jv1oP1901qzu1fjo1_r1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508276457973841458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/THFUQSItfjI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Kb-AHfOGFQw/s320/tumblr_l1jv1oP1901qzu1fjo1_r1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/THFT-MDP62I/AAAAAAAAAl8/Kf-AdgoHe9s/s1600/tumblr_l6kn6z2Toz1qa8noko1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508276147102673762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/THFT-MDP62I/AAAAAAAAAl8/Kf-AdgoHe9s/s320/tumblr_l6kn6z2Toz1qa8noko1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have you ever wished you had more than what youve achieve right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know its wrong to have these thoughts but Im only human and theres always a day I wished i had something that I can never have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wish i was born to be the perfect girl, everyone, and i mean the whole of everyone will be proud of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But Im not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I stumble as and when I feels like, Im clumsy, I laughed at serious moments, I can't come up with the perfect song lyrics to capture the heart of the guy in my dreams, I come up with the most lamest type of jokes, I can never do things which im supposed to do excellently, I have things I wish to hide and let no one knows about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But me being me, Im quite surprise that I have a couple of people who cares and atleast, care to make me special (and Im very sensitive with being retarded cos Im not!) everyday. And at the very least, Im so proud to say I dont do things like them girls because Im Nur Shahida. I get back up by myself whenever I fall and I know what my parents have educate me as long as I get to see this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ive been on a rollercoaster ride kinda life just like you guys do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have a past no one wish to knows and I bet you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ive also been on days where I believe shit really do happens as well as days where I get all smiley smiley being a happy girl because someone cares to put a smile on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cause Im a girl who's easily contented. I get happy with little things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And one more thing, ive been spending some time thinking about how life goes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sometimes when you care, people tend to take things for granted?&lt;br /&gt;Im pretty sure when i barely make an effort, things wasnt like this.&lt;br /&gt;So maybe, I should just take a step back and act like I dont care about this kinda things cause you know when you care and the other party dont even make the stupid effort to reply you back, it sounds so ridiculous like yor sucha desperate piece of irritating extra(s) trying to be in a person life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But maybe god knows this lil things like this will happen so, each time you make me feel so ridiculous, theres always this someone who got my back to tell me words I would wanna hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe I mustnt be so sure about you. Then again, maybe these things shouldnt matter at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Im sorry if this words kill you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cause if it does, really, your action kills more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5421815328479919423-1717124772139641775?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/1717124772139641775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-youre-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/1717124772139641775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/1717124772139641775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-youre-sad.html' title='you gave me a reason to love today'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/THFUQSItfjI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Kb-AHfOGFQw/s72-c/tumblr_l1jv1oP1901qzu1fjo1_r1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-590195924712090489</id><published>2010-08-19T02:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T02:51:29.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in yor love.'/><title type='text'>keep me drowning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TGwoxsA4zTI/AAAAAAAAAl0/_aVsBi_z4V0/s1600/tumblr_l15h5puE171qze4yoo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506821278460857650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TGwoxsA4zTI/AAAAAAAAAl0/_aVsBi_z4V0/s320/tumblr_l15h5puE171qze4yoo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ive learnt to know that humans love another not for who they are but for how they make them feel. but at the same time, love is loving someone for a long period of time without letting time stop you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;like for instance, this particular guy can make me feel all nice, put a smile on my face everytime we meet, never bicker before, talk to me everyday. people judge that as love but oh god thats go wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wished i knew what goes around the tiny lil brain of human then maybe, just maybe, i will understand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xxx&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/5421815328479919423-590195924712090489?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/590195924712090489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/08/keep-me-drowning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/590195924712090489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/590195924712090489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/08/keep-me-drowning.html' title='keep me drowning'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TGwoxsA4zTI/AAAAAAAAAl0/_aVsBi_z4V0/s72-c/tumblr_l15h5puE171qze4yoo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-2182849358543420294</id><published>2010-08-16T23:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T01:27:40.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yknow its good love.'/><title type='text'>we got hood love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TGlfE7xUWZI/AAAAAAAAAls/bbfhg7criqM/s1600/DSC05186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506036557805803922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TGlfE7xUWZI/AAAAAAAAAls/bbfhg7criqM/s320/DSC05186.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ive met alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;you name it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the ones with money, without money, mat reps, other races, flirts and tons more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;as a matter of fact, alot of the wrong ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the ones i thought could make me feel like im in love forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but no, until one day i thought ive got enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;lil did i know that someone was there for me until today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the one who entertained my nonsense, my mood swings - one moment i was laughing, another moment i became emo and got angry for some small things, in fact my everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i can say this guy have been patience with me. heh heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i know sometimes no matter how we always argue with each other and how i always say i hate him or i wont text him again or talk to him again, i will still check my phone. heh heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and he's the one i text to say "i love you too" every night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;no matter how much i talk about guys friends to you, you know you mean something to me right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-2182849358543420294?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/2182849358543420294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-got-hood-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/2182849358543420294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/2182849358543420294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-got-hood-love.html' title='we got hood love'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TGlfE7xUWZI/AAAAAAAAAls/bbfhg7criqM/s72-c/DSC05186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-2546232532153307596</id><published>2010-08-10T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T02:19:40.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when it rains.'/><title type='text'>cosz i still like it</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;holy-days&lt;/strong&gt; are here to stay!&lt;br /&gt;okay cool. plus im so going to love all these upcoming plans.&lt;br /&gt;with all the &lt;em&gt;sugary sweet combies&lt;/em&gt; here with me by my side, what else do i need?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N O T H I N G&lt;/strong&gt; seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love my life now&lt;/em&gt; please dont change.&lt;br /&gt;dont go away &lt;strong&gt;happiness, love and money&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-2546232532153307596?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/2546232532153307596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/08/cosz-i-still-like-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/2546232532153307596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/2546232532153307596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/08/cosz-i-still-like-it.html' title='cosz i still like it'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-6451996389794713443</id><published>2010-08-07T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T19:53:45.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why cant you wait'/><title type='text'>slow motion</title><content type='html'>this week have been a hella mugging week for me.&lt;br /&gt;but im glad that it have come to an end for atleast, um 3 weeks(&lt;em&gt;isit before i have another 3 papers queing up!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;other than that, life have not been sailing smoothly for me.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i agree to the extent that "&lt;em&gt;people come and go as and when they like&lt;/em&gt;", and er i think i like that cosz usually(&lt;strong&gt;definitely/obviously!&lt;/strong&gt;), these kinda people just dont matter at all.&lt;br /&gt;so exactly, why the hell should you keep them in yor tiny little brain/heart in the first place? ^^&lt;br /&gt;im like sick and tired of people putting a mask in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;like hello, you dont mean what you said so why bother?&lt;br /&gt;so er, if you think im ignoring you then, maybe YES I AM :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-6451996389794713443?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/6451996389794713443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/08/slow-motion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/6451996389794713443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/6451996389794713443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/08/slow-motion.html' title='slow motion'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-6017610489957541599</id><published>2010-07-31T21:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T22:10:34.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whats best for me.'/><title type='text'>You made me think</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TFQt1LcOVUI/AAAAAAAAAlk/td_OW9FlfUc/s1600/DSC06413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500071436553704770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TFQt1LcOVUI/AAAAAAAAAlk/td_OW9FlfUc/s320/DSC06413.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TFQt0mmlGUI/AAAAAAAAAlc/r1m-otZCPbM/s1600/DSC06363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500071426665027906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TFQt0mmlGUI/AAAAAAAAAlc/r1m-otZCPbM/s320/DSC06363.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im on a mission!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and im gonna make the impossible be possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people always say gaining weight is easier than losing weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in my case, im different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;very special :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as much as everyone is worrying about my weight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no doubt i am too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i so wanna gain weight, believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But me being me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i always dont eat according to time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can eat 2 meals a day or even 1 sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my frend told me, i lack of vitamin C and so i need fruits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its nice to know people cares but er, i have a problem with myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i get full easily :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you wanna know how to gain weight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EAT MORE PASTA, MORE BREAD, MORE RAISINS AND DRINK FRUIT JUICES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im lucky i love to eat pasta(esp Pastamania's &amp;amp; my signature dish) and CARROT JUICES TOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yum yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, go and live to eat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and errrr, dont get angry for too long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the bed bugs' stomach are growling. he he &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/5421815328479919423-6017610489957541599?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/6017610489957541599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-made-me-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/6017610489957541599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/6017610489957541599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-made-me-think.html' title='You made me think'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TFQt1LcOVUI/AAAAAAAAAlk/td_OW9FlfUc/s72-c/DSC06413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-613564227391100188</id><published>2010-07-28T23:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T00:08:15.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;awww so sweet&quot;'/><title type='text'>you always give me the reason to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TFBUMSjO4gI/AAAAAAAAAlU/3lg_KmPZnuQ/s1600/DSC01421+BANGS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498987715134153218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TFBUMSjO4gI/AAAAAAAAAlU/3lg_KmPZnuQ/s320/DSC01421+BANGS.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish i can let the whole world know how im feeling right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as much as i want to, i cant put all those feeling to words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;words are just words and argh anyway, i dont even know how to feel right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as far as i know, my life have been good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im surrounded by 1001 sweet creatures found on earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and believe it or not, they are all i need in this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful monster love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but as much as i love being arounf with them, im afraid of being too happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cosz each time im too happy, something sad will happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats what i fear most. I hope things will stay, pretty please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( i just Backspaced a whole paragraph cosz i realised day by day, im writting like a primary school kid. Oh please, dont tell me i sound like one!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright before i head to bed and let the bed bugs bite, i should eat my Nestum( my friends have been teasing me bout it? Hello, healthy okay baby food :P ) so that i will gain atleast 1 more Kg. im 39.3 kg btw! IM SUCHA HAPPY GIRL COS I GAINED 1.3 kg. Im so going to stuff myself with food and buy Carrot Juice every morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; fasting month is coming, so is raya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-613564227391100188?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/613564227391100188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-always-give-me-reason-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/613564227391100188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/613564227391100188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-always-give-me-reason-to-say.html' title='you always give me the reason to say'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TFBUMSjO4gI/AAAAAAAAAlU/3lg_KmPZnuQ/s72-c/DSC01421+BANGS.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-1978648580131837806</id><published>2010-07-25T19:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T19:39:32.591+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life goes.'/><title type='text'>the way</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497806180948465842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TEwhl8thWLI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2dATxWYslr8/s320/DSC01319.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TEwhmbiwHXI/AAAAAAAAAlM/IcVNglBBsQA/s1600/Image585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497806189224795506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TEwhmbiwHXI/AAAAAAAAAlM/IcVNglBBsQA/s320/Image585.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i remember how my sisters and i wished to have a kitten one day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and on friday, after i watched Inception, it was a dream come true to us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Topaz is our new family kitten and he's only 2 months old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's very cute and handsome(and pretty too!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So when i received a text from my sister, i called her and went, "OH-MY-GAWD!"&lt;br /&gt;he he&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;forgot about everything and rushed back home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and then i realised, i got an allergy with cats -.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;ya, whenever i hold Topaz, i will sneeze and get running nose after that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;how sad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;but how can i blame him?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;he's too cute!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything changed after that, Topaz was everyone's new favourite.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;but mine still stays, Precious will always be the best =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hope Precious understand why everyone is giving Topaz attention now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;after all, Topaz is younger than Precious. So this made Precious the big sister now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Precious, you know, everyone still loves you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMG getting emotional already =(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;ive listed things to do for today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and WHATTHAHELL, you know ive got 4 labtest next week!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello life, please handle me with care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;im only 19 and i need my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks&lt;/em&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/5421815328479919423-1978648580131837806?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-6417646631503722500</id><published>2010-07-22T00:23:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T00:35:09.112+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and still see your face.'/><title type='text'>cosz it was when i close my eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this week have been some bumpy ride for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its only like half of the week, O-M-G.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nevertheless, i still find myself smiling now and then over some sweet stuffs i remember and the one i hope i can hold on to forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eventhough me being me, im always tend to forget whats important to me after awhile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i envy people who write good english, talk good english cosz goddamn, im so jealous.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i never had perfect english but i love writing stories, because when i think everything goes wild to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and maybe thats the reason why i used to pass my english composition. he he he&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe its time to start from the scratch, hit on the books and um, read atleast 2-3 words in dictionary.com everyday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lol i used to do that way back before i had my Os. i still remember the word, nitty gritty. its cute, very!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he he talking bout that,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Despicable Me was a hell cute and i still think Agnes is cuter than me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he he&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and since when many people start to use the word special to me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;am i really special? =( (= :S&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont even know if i should smile or laugh or giggle or cry over this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-6417646631503722500?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/6417646631503722500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/07/cosz-it-was-when-i-close-my-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/6417646631503722500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/6417646631503722500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/07/cosz-it-was-when-i-close-my-eyes.html' title='cosz it was when i close my eyes'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-6760768990875238216</id><published>2010-07-14T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T00:18:16.610+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the DJ got us falling in love again.'/><title type='text'>tonight,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i remember those times where i will feel damn happy with the accompany of a lot of guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you know, the time when you were still growing up, secondary school days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;those times when you change your crushes like how you change yor clothes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;those times when you take a lot of pictures because you think you already look yor best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha! i still remember those days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in fact, i took a whole lot of pictures but i end up losing them in my desktop when my dad reboot it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;those were the days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now, everything is different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as in i think, in my mind, i already grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even though when you look at me, you will still see me as a 16 year old girl, im 19 mind you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i didnt know when i stopped those my habit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;prolly a 1 1/2 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now, to be honest, i dont like talking to guys i dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now i dont like it when a guy suddenly add in on facebook and then talk to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or even msn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i will end up not replying or say a "Hi" and block that guy. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its not that im turning into some lesbo or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its just that i think it doesnt even matter anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i prefer to talk to the ones who know me the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;those two person who never fails to talk to me everyday and making me smile no matter what :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but maybe i know at the end of the day theres this someone i will always come back to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can let the tounges wag but at the end of the day, its me who choose my life cos im leading it in my way and nothings gonna bring me down. try harder dude! hehehe its nice to make this kinda stuffs, it gives you motivation in life. like me. im so happy with my life now. the world love me as much as i love it :) ive learn to make eye contacts with people :) nice. i just need to trust myself a lil bit more. and im whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;good life people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-6760768990875238216?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/6760768990875238216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/07/tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/6760768990875238216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/6760768990875238216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-301177063457171673</id><published>2010-07-10T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T00:23:08.285+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='someone like me?'/><title type='text'>have you seen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ive been slacking like idk what this week.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this week was supposed to be a week i need to get used to school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but still, im not being a good girl lately :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i come to school late despite having wake up calls.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and what more if i dont have one?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now even 3 alarms wont wake me up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and when people call, i got the cheek to actually reject, lie and went back to sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;woahh, should really appreciate people's effort y'know!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;argh, i think now i really sleep like a log!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;time to wake up and be a school girl once again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hols are over!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and one more thing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i need to concentrate in lectures like seriously.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ive been playing/talking/texting/doddle-ing in lectures when im not supposed to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you come to school to study, shahida!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; i can see that my grades are dropping.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but idk what i dont even wanna put that effort anymore!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;k enough of ranting bout school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;action speaks louder than words anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so yeah, besides school that basically sends shivers down my spine,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my life have been great!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah.just.like.that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i had that extra excited feeling when people tell me they miss me even for awhile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nice, i loike~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but nothing to brag about cosz yeah, life is so full of ups and downs :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and its great to see me once again!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ive got a new motto in life. he he&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this weeks plan is to watch Despicable Me and Twilight Eclipse!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;looking forward to sucha cute &amp;amp; *cheeky smile* movie!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay nice, i shall get moving now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;promise will do my assignments tmr!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;have a great week ahead :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-301177063457171673?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/301177063457171673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/07/have-you-seen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/301177063457171673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/301177063457171673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/07/have-you-seen.html' title='have you seen'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-3200555659817702833</id><published>2010-07-04T01:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T01:59:28.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GEM.'/><title type='text'>current</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qqUj41QcLbI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qqUj41QcLbI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been waiting for the day&lt;br /&gt;When you will realize&lt;br /&gt;What we have come along just once in a lifetime&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-3200555659817702833?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/3200555659817702833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/07/current.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/3200555659817702833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/3200555659817702833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/07/current.html' title='current'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-3995016599330572556</id><published>2010-07-03T01:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T01:52:28.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='like you do♥♥'/><title type='text'>nobody have made it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tell ya what, each time the clock turns 1am, my wishlist will go on and on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anywy today, i was supposed to pamper myself at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but then i choose to spend some time with my lil one, Precious♥&lt;br /&gt;shes being extra playful today and you know what, i love her more and more each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay grr. anyways, i suddenly feel so free today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one burden off. prolly 4 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;Marketing, Psychology, Interlectual Property and Internet Programming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;will have to start soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;argh but its ida anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;talking about school, my school posted a warning letter to my mail box 3 days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as always, it have always been attendance and not being punctual for class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;someone get dissapointed in me :( but yaaaa, im going to change this term okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and good for me, i found what i wanted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I FOUND ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you know how happy i got when one fine day i woke up, look into the mirror and i found me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then i started, messing up my wardrobe closet! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you should have seen me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay quit that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then i realised the previous me was a lazy bum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i promise myself, that me is not going to come back again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;truth to be told, i didnt know what happened, why i suddenly changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think i know why, but for now, lets keep this a secret!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xxx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-3995016599330572556?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/3995016599330572556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/07/nobody-have-made-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/3995016599330572556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/3995016599330572556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/07/nobody-have-made-it.html' title='nobody have made it'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-8999863853870334234</id><published>2010-06-29T00:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T00:23:00.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XOXO'/><title type='text'>JADEN SMITH</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="150" height="90"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Z5-P9v3F8w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Z5-P9v3F8w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-8999863853870334234?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/8999863853870334234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/06/jaden-smith_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/8999863853870334234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/8999863853870334234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/06/jaden-smith_29.html' title='JADEN SMITH'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-7495280932911634379</id><published>2010-06-26T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T23:49:52.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you said i was the one.'/><title type='text'>cos baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;come on get real ida!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha now i feel like having short hair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i mean im gonna reborn my hair first and have short hair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or maybe i should just stick to my previous plan that is to keep my hair long,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;reborn it and then do the normal curling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im so indecisive and i hate that tons!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;whenever i see pretty girls with short hair, i goes all awwwww.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but whenever i see gorgeous girls with long loose curls, they also made me goes awww.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;zzzz but too bad im not born with the perfect hair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i used to have short straight hair when im young but i choose to destroy it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ONLY GOD KNOWS WHY!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay enough of ranting heeh, good night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna burn some midnight oil tonight but daddy already remind me to sleep early today!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HE HE I LOVE MY DAD. I LOVE MY MUM. I LOVE MY TWO BEAUTIFUL SISTERS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THEY MADE ME WHO I AM TODAY. XOXOS&lt;/em&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/5421815328479919423-7495280932911634379?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/7495280932911634379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/06/cos-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/7495280932911634379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/7495280932911634379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/06/cos-baby.html' title='cos baby'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-6921244417359685382</id><published>2010-06-25T03:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T03:53:37.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OH YEAH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OH YEAH.'/><title type='text'>you really got me singing</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i cant remember when was the last time i stayed this late, all by myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but today, im doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everyone is fast asleep, the one im close to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but here i am, trying to atleast get my work cracking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and what have i done, 4 moving fishes. he he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;k truth to be told, i damn suck at this. so the fishes are cute enough. he he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;while most girls doddle heart-shapes and her boyf's name,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i doodle on fishes and star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont know why but i just love drawing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i used to draw fishes; whenever im bored and sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and stars; when im happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and elf came up with star-fish = confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cuteness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i cant get to sleep :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my midnight chatter is having a fever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i bet tmr is going to be a boring day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i promise, i will study my maths!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;good day, xoxos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-6921244417359685382?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/6921244417359685382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-really-got-me-singing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/6921244417359685382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/6921244417359685382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-really-got-me-singing.html' title='you really got me singing'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-2561797218104940036</id><published>2010-06-20T23:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T23:26:49.944+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you lie.'/><title type='text'>i love the way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;let me declare this blog as something i would rant and spill my all-gone-wrong vocabs on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the blog layout explains it all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;somebody used to tell me, by having a blog, you will somekinda improve your english.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now i trust that someone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;because when i dont blog, woooo, look at what my english/grammar/vocab have become?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't even talk properly. like one small kid, tryna act cute, i know right!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so from today onwards, im back!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but seriously, i dont think this blog is fit for humans to read.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wont be putting any pictures anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and my font letter! but nvm, i like it that way. so anyhow whack wokay!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay now i think i know why i went missing a lil the other days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my reality life was damn good and amazing until i forgot i have a blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah, indeed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ya know how it feels? you dont, youre not me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nvm, i should cut my crap.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i better run along now. he he. good night world!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-2561797218104940036?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/2561797218104940036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-love-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/2561797218104940036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/2561797218104940036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-love-way.html' title='i love the way'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-6063051437965619194</id><published>2010-06-20T00:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T01:08:25.830+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='but it goes on...'/><title type='text'>Not easy;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im left with exactly a week to enjoy my hols. NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ive been swearing and asking my friends why the hell we have hols when all we receive was a whole load of work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im like working double hard as compared to normal school days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;except i got the privilage to sleep longer than before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lately, ive been putting everything besides school apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;still, im gonna squeeze some time for friends ive promised to meet next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont know why but as long as this animation thing is not completed, i dont feel good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it have been bugging me since thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and until now, theres still 6 scenes to get it over and done with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its not easy as it seems. and whats more, i sucked at animation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i will take 1 day or more to complete just one freaking scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tell me something i dont know please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not forgetting, i got my maths exam when school reopens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i freaking dont even know anything about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tell me how can i just sit down, smile and laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i cant even watch any movie at ease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i cant even chat properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when im outside, i keep thinking bout it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when im eating, i keep thinking bout it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when im chatting, i keep thinking bout it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when im watching teevee, i keep thinking bout it( k i havent been watching lately).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ive been all sloppy recently. i can go to anywhere without make-up now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can meet anyone without makeup now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont care what people say about me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is that something to be proud of? NO, cos my sister said i look damn haggard. zzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my dark circles really cannot make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i promised i will do something about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;already doing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and one more thing, im gg to be back real soon. like seriously, me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh well, cut all that crap cos basically, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;life is not being a good girl to me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so please, all the things which dont matter, stay away from me till im done with this okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-6063051437965619194?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/6063051437965619194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/06/not-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/6063051437965619194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/6063051437965619194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/06/not-easy.html' title='Not easy;'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-6277766007695692538</id><published>2010-06-13T20:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T20:29:13.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the secret that youre keeping.'/><title type='text'>This is how it goes down,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im having flu yet again!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have to agree to what some people say; low immune system.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;finally week 8 is gg to be over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so many things happened; mixed feelings altogether.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;one day i was angry with someone, the next i was happy, screwed my test, happy, got guilty, sad, missed my test, got close to people and lastly, to end my week, someone made me happy yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;one of the things i couldnt get over is that I FREAKING MISSED MY TEST.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;felt so blarghhh. you know that feeling!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but atleast, i got my exam wake-up call from that day onwards!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i know i will never get late anymore for any test :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im lying on my bed with nothing but my earpiece stuck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you feel me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-6277766007695692538?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/6277766007695692538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-how-it-goes-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/6277766007695692538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/6277766007695692538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-how-it-goes-down.html' title='This is how it goes down,'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-7093047368347739327</id><published>2010-06-08T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T00:20:29.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something we dont know.'/><title type='text'>lets play</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have always loved mondays :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mondays have always been great!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and its meant to stay until sunday. right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hopefully. he he&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this week is full of tests and works.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im not used to rushing all these stuffs in my head ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but looking at the brighter sight,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im left with 4 days of school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;plans lined-up; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;friends, bbq, chalets, town, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;awww i just cant wait!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;n im gonna plan a day for izy &amp;amp; aina each.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;been ages since i meet them :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-7093047368347739327?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/7093047368347739327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/06/lets-play.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/7093047368347739327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/7093047368347739327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/06/lets-play.html' title='lets play'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-7433191877419639649</id><published>2010-06-06T17:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T19:26:12.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everything.'/><title type='text'>!@#$</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;let me just summarise life as a roller-coaster ride. indeed it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;it was just a few days ago, i was grinning from ear to ear, contented withwhat ive got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;people around me, being so cute and things like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;and since yesterday, ive been going "argh! this sucks!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;not once, not twice. but a couple of times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i never asked something perfect in my life but why the hell cant the beautiful things just stay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;ive got the flu bug &amp;amp; seriously, it sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;and btw, whats with those freaking irritating morons trying to bring people down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;ya know what, you just suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;so get it on your brain that you dont &amp;amp; will never deserve the best no matter how hard you try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;you dont have to make stories about people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;LIKE IM SERIOUSLY FED-UP WITH THIS KINDA PEOPLE LAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i hope you are happy with the outcome now but i really hope you will rot in hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-7433191877419639649?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/7433191877419639649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/7433191877419639649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/7433191877419639649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='!@#$'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-7439949422633821967</id><published>2010-06-02T20:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T21:27:11.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I dont know.'/><title type='text'>tell me something</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TAZbknaXUaI/AAAAAAAAAk8/mcm0xKeC8dE/s1600/DSC00414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478166681355768226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TAZbknaXUaI/AAAAAAAAAk8/mcm0xKeC8dE/s320/DSC00414.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ya know sometimes the little things you do means alot of some poople and likewise; some people's effort can mean the whole damn world to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ive been happy these past few weeks cos i can feel people cares((:&lt;br /&gt;you know how good it feels to have people being sad when youre sad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;happy when youre happy and tries all their way to get you being yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;making surprises for you every now and then, when u least expect it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;taking every lil word you said for real. aww~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sometimes just seeing your name,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;makes me smile and cos im on ur mind right at that point of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and thats simply so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;right now, i feel so carefree(though school works is bugging the hell outta me!!! &amp;amp; i just screwed my maths test)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but thats okay, life still goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;LETS BE FRIENDS AND MAKE THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-7439949422633821967?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/7439949422633821967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/06/tell-me-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/7439949422633821967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/7439949422633821967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/06/tell-me-something.html' title='tell me something'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/TAZbknaXUaI/AAAAAAAAAk8/mcm0xKeC8dE/s72-c/DSC00414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-2487829566204798260</id><published>2010-05-26T23:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T23:53:06.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i will make things better for you.'/><title type='text'>if i had a chance,</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i have changed, completely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i couldnt find myself in my body anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ive run too far to be myself and i need to get myself back into place.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know where and when i was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;but all i know that being the me now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;is just so wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;if i had a chance to be me the last time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i would choose the time where i was so happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;being so carefree, being so in love with just everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;people say i have changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i know i have, i didnt want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and i think i know what made me change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"in the end, you still have to make the choice. it isnt about anybody. its just you. if you think youre already selfish, then youre still not that selfish. learn to make decision bcos you really need to and not because you pity others."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;maybe im really upgrading to be better girl, slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-2487829566204798260?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/2487829566204798260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-i-had-chance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/2487829566204798260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/2487829566204798260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-i-had-chance.html' title='if i had a chance,'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-8267791103835812788</id><published>2010-05-25T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T21:32:32.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for nothing.'/><title type='text'>we're always fighting</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;at this point of time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know whatever im going to share isnt going to make any sense.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but then again, this is just a tiny bit of clue of what my heart have been trying to yell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its not that i dont want, but im just figuring out what im trying to have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im not good at trying to make things right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and asking me things about love? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can give you a tons of solutions to your problems,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but when it comes to mine, i seriously sucks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im nt ready to be there, hurting you over and over again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im not perfect, im selfish and whoever i am right now will stay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i used to love being US, then again, what have we been since the past 9 months and 4 days?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-8267791103835812788?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-2305907287198751935</id><published>2010-05-20T23:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T23:32:14.921+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we do things yor mama dont know about.'/><title type='text'>look;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;these days;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ive been smiling to myself these days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and being eXtra bitchy everyday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i find myself staring infront of my pink lappy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;laughing at lil bit of things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;some people loves to make you smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe the little things they do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes i cant find the answers ive been searching.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i told people before,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont know when is the time i should be serious or when i should not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i love telling my past when people are afraid of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;maybe because thats what made me today ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont think i will be ready for anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont ask me why, just sit and watch.&lt;/em&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/5421815328479919423-2305907287198751935?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/2305907287198751935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/05/look.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/2305907287198751935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/2305907287198751935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/05/look.html' title='look;'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-1032941065105435350</id><published>2010-05-12T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T21:42:05.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='im not a trick you play'/><title type='text'>they just gives me mad attention</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S-qv-B5S1lI/AAAAAAAAAk0/cMyyyYUudeQ/s1600/DSC00483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470378177590384210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S-qv-B5S1lI/AAAAAAAAAk0/cMyyyYUudeQ/s320/DSC00483.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I wanna be a part of something I-Dont-Know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They tried to change me but they can't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cant be blamed, cuz im built like that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-1032941065105435350?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/1032941065105435350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/05/they-just-gives-me-mad-attention.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/1032941065105435350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/1032941065105435350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/05/they-just-gives-me-mad-attention.html' title='they just gives me mad attention'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S-qv-B5S1lI/AAAAAAAAAk0/cMyyyYUudeQ/s72-c/DSC00483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-6140862738009180074</id><published>2010-05-09T20:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:11:00.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long hair Ida'/><title type='text'>9th may</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S-bCTWmsEJI/AAAAAAAAAkk/QqMHVWYrMNQ/s1600/Picts016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469272435229200530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S-bCTWmsEJI/AAAAAAAAAkk/QqMHVWYrMNQ/s320/Picts016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have never seen myself being so super duper lazy about blogging before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i used to be so addicted with it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;blogging about what happened everyday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now it seems so kuku talking about all of it. hehehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Theres so many things on my wishlist suddenly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha im kidding.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ive always had wishlist and sometimes, it just remains the same.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no doubt about this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;today is mother's day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Its also my late aunt's bday ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i wanna take this opportunity to say I love my mum so freaking much no matter how hurtful my words can be sometimes. heheh xoxo&lt;/em&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/5421815328479919423-6140862738009180074?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/6140862738009180074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/05/9th-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/6140862738009180074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/6140862738009180074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/05/9th-may.html' title='9th may'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S-bCTWmsEJI/AAAAAAAAAkk/QqMHVWYrMNQ/s72-c/Picts016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-8686070631611045018</id><published>2010-05-07T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T20:28:19.171+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry.'/><title type='text'>i said</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have never tolerated something like that before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is not the first time i speak my mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont know why i did, but its just not fair to me i guess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hate it when people play favouratism.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know if yor the one doing it, you will feel guilty afterwards.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos u ought to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i dono why i am too now ):&lt;br /&gt;call me a bitch or whatever,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but dont go around spreading irriatating bullshits about me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;theres so much thing in life i wished i did or didnt do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FML&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-8686070631611045018?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/8686070631611045018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-said.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/8686070631611045018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/8686070631611045018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-said.html' title='i said'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-4145025885732204179</id><published>2010-05-02T01:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T01:46:57.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;ive been finding words to put up but all of them doesnt seems to rhyme or even match.&lt;br /&gt;my life these days is as similar as everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;maybe yes, except that everyone have a different fate written by the one above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;everyone needs what i need, prolly if i am normal enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;these days, i find myself not being me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;maybe i am me on the outside, but deep inside, i cant find the real me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;ive got no idea why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;now im contemplating phrases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;and i v.much wanna know what im good at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;the great one, show me the path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-4145025885732204179?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/4145025885732204179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/05/ive-been-finding-words-to-put-up-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/4145025885732204179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/4145025885732204179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/05/ive-been-finding-words-to-put-up-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-4514152472091065099</id><published>2010-04-24T18:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T18:42:16.446+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ihaveneverdoubtedthat'/><title type='text'>as far as i can remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S9LKxn3nSOI/AAAAAAAAAkc/8Lu7OSHoIcI/s1600/DSC05385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463652251818477794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S9LKxn3nSOI/AAAAAAAAAkc/8Lu7OSHoIcI/s320/DSC05385.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;its been long since i last updated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i dont really understand how the hands of clock goes but as far as i remembered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ive been occupied with things whether it is beneficial or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ive started my school and so far, it have been good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i prefer lectures more than tutorial this sem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ive no idea why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;maybe beacuse lecture means playing, making friends and talking time. heheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;im starting to feel my phone is a bore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;because ive played it enough when i first got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;nevertheless, i still love it like ive always do((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and one more thing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;before i get my ass to school last monday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i was caught up with fever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i thought it was the normal start-of-school-fever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;but i didnt get well on the day i started school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&amp;amp; until now, it still bugs me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;haiyahhh but me being me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;im still eating whatever i can and didnt get fat -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;k now i guess ive shared 1/2 of my life story these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;run along, have a good good sunday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-4514152472091065099?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/4514152472091065099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/04/as-far-as-i-can-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/4514152472091065099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/4514152472091065099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/04/as-far-as-i-can-remember.html' title='as far as i can remember'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S9LKxn3nSOI/AAAAAAAAAkc/8Lu7OSHoIcI/s72-c/DSC05385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-8350072990593641386</id><published>2010-04-15T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T00:38:45.291+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss Independent'/><title type='text'>i wanna be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S8XmYXlLUoI/AAAAAAAAAkU/HrDECso4YKg/s1600/DSC05398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460023429577790082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S8XmYXlLUoI/AAAAAAAAAkU/HrDECso4YKg/s320/DSC05398.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S8XmX-C42hI/AAAAAAAAAkM/HVthTwdtisM/s1600/DSC05405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460023422723086866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S8XmX-C42hI/AAAAAAAAAkM/HVthTwdtisM/s320/DSC05405.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;its been awhile since i wrote nicely on my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;today, before my mood goes wrong maybe i should just jot a lil something here and there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i dont really have any idea whats happening to my body.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i think i feel tired easily.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;im weaker than a normal human person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;maybe im really more than a girl *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;today i went to meet sweetcake.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and yesterday too. (but before that dropped by Illuma's Empire state to meet my classmates.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i can see now, we are more in love than we're attached((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lol i know this sounds crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i think im getting cold feets now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;idk y. i dont want to go to school.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;school is a burden to me):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but at the same time, i cant just crop up at home.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it sounds so wrong living in 2010 with no proper education.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gosh i wish life was easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway ive got a new baby.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ayah bought me my Samsung Corby Pro a day after his birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i know it shud be another way round *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nvm, i promise my dad &amp;amp; mum will have a super good life once we 3 sisters start to work *amin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so right now, i wont be online like ive always did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bcos i love accessing wifi. heeh((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;k maybe i shud try not playing laptop for a day((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i think im getting sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y'know what, i just remembered most of my picts are in my desktop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; its been rebooted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i know right? grrrrr~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;good week ahead.&lt;/span&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/5421815328479919423-8350072990593641386?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/8350072990593641386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-wanna-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/8350072990593641386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/8350072990593641386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-wanna-be.html' title='i wanna be'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S8XmYXlLUoI/AAAAAAAAAkU/HrDECso4YKg/s72-c/DSC05398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-5666893848847398866</id><published>2010-04-12T00:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T00:29:12.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play it right'/><title type='text'>lets just</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S8H33WCx5ZI/AAAAAAAAAkE/I9lAT1NhsMo/s1600/DSC00204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458916753531856274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S8H33WCx5ZI/AAAAAAAAAkE/I9lAT1NhsMo/s320/DSC00204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S8H32xoHskI/AAAAAAAAAj8/mZ-RaonUOi8/s1600/DSC00197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458916743756362306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S8H32xoHskI/AAAAAAAAAj8/mZ-RaonUOi8/s320/DSC00197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S8H32S02LNI/AAAAAAAAAj0/GgfoOasgfZc/s1600/DSC00199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458916735488240850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S8H32S02LNI/AAAAAAAAAj0/GgfoOasgfZc/s320/DSC00199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S8H31gldl3I/AAAAAAAAAjs/ZUdIQrHlFPE/s1600/DSC00207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458916722001942386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S8H31gldl3I/AAAAAAAAAjs/ZUdIQrHlFPE/s320/DSC00207.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;today, i had my family outing day after ages of not having one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The special thing about today is its my ayah's birthday((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so we were all trying our best to be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;besides a lil bit of bickering, everything goes on well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so the plan was to actually have our family dinner at Sakura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ordered and ate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;it was satisfying and licking good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so we're planning on another meal on ibu's bday too((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i love it when we play the guessing game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I got it right today((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;its been long since we played on one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and then we went to Causeway point and do some shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;headed home and im damn shagged. grrrrrr~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tmr im going to grandma's house at cck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;its been long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;anyway, my dad is buying me a new phone *screams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;klah its somekinda weird cos i havent even use this phone for atleast a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but nvm. may my wishes come true((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and btw, y is everyone talking to me on msn today? lol random ke ape!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;IDA&lt;/span&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/5421815328479919423-5666893848847398866?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/5666893848847398866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/04/lets-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/5666893848847398866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/5666893848847398866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/04/lets-just.html' title='lets just'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/4445263895383039390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/04/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/4445263895383039390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/4445263895383039390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/04/why.html' title='WHY'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-9125905612836154862</id><published>2010-04-09T03:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T03:52:57.444+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='its nearly perfect.'/><title type='text'>here we are again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S74zbJH-_LI/AAAAAAAAAjk/xyzOV7VuCe0/s1600/si+gila.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457856339818511538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S74zbJH-_LI/AAAAAAAAAjk/xyzOV7VuCe0/s320/si+gila.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;its 3:34 am and im still not sleepy at all -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i cant get to bed early these days.&lt;br /&gt;its not that i didnt try. ive tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cut the crap. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so basically, ive got no idea why im looking forward to school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yes, i must have gone bonkers cos when sch starts, i will whine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a big whatever to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i think im feeling whatever im this way cos im just bored to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yucks. i hate waking up so late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but still, im doing it. im being a part-time owl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i love the way owl looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so adorable, really!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;idk why im feeling this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i said i dont care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then again, if i dont, i wouldnt talk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wouldnt do whatever ive done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;argh. whats wrong with my life?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cant it just stay still, and be colourful like a rainbow?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOSH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/5421815328479919423-9125905612836154862?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/9125905612836154862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-we-are-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/9125905612836154862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/9125905612836154862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-we-are-again.html' title='here we are again'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S74zbJH-_LI/AAAAAAAAAjk/xyzOV7VuCe0/s72-c/si+gila.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-641063695610445384</id><published>2010-04-06T18:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T18:28:09.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you said it best.'/><title type='text'>A G A I N S T T H E W O R L D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S7sMQuPVxmI/AAAAAAAAAjc/x40LBu8Sfqo/s1600/desktop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456968854919300706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S7sMQuPVxmI/AAAAAAAAAjc/x40LBu8Sfqo/s320/desktop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;these days, i woke up with pathetic phonecalls made by strangers.&lt;br /&gt;idk, maybe the caller wanted to wake me up or something like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;its really funny cause i only gave my new number to only less than 10 people this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;ive been slacking way too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;i bet even if i have no plans going on, i would rather stay at home instead of&lt;br /&gt;going out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;yeah, thats how lazy i can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;but fret not, plans are going on this week as well as the next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;and then by the time i know it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;school is on!( k i looked like im excited, the truth is maybe im not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday i had some good time with sweetcake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;believe it or not, sweetcake is being sweet bcos he cooked for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;k actually we planned to cook together, but me being me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;i dont even know how to do anything. haha&lt;br /&gt;aww right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;yes, i love you more than yesterday and lesser than tomorrow((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;umm anyway, i duno..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;SO SHOULD I CHANGE OR NOT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;i dont know if i should,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;maybe if i change, we will be more closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;but then again, maybe this is not i want now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;color:#333333;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;color:#333333;"&gt;IDA&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/5421815328479919423-641063695610445384?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/641063695610445384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/04/g-i-n-s-t-t-h-e-w-o-r-l-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/641063695610445384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/641063695610445384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/04/g-i-n-s-t-t-h-e-w-o-r-l-d.html' title='A G A I N S T T H E W O R L D'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S7sMQuPVxmI/AAAAAAAAAjc/x40LBu8Sfqo/s72-c/desktop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-3867748539657510135</id><published>2010-04-04T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T01:21:10.507+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunga LOVE'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SyRvp6CmfG0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SyRvp6CmfG0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jika ada yang bilang ku lupa kau&lt;br /&gt;Jangan kau dengar&lt;br /&gt;Jika ada yang bilang ku tak setia&lt;br /&gt;Jangan kau dengar&lt;br /&gt;Banyak cinta yang datang mendekat&lt;br /&gt;Ku menolak&lt;br /&gt;Semua itu karena ku cinta kau&lt;br /&gt;Jika ada yang bilang ku tak baik&lt;br /&gt;Jangan kau dengar&lt;br /&gt;Jika ada yang bilang ku berubah&lt;br /&gt;Jangan kau dengar&lt;br /&gt;Banyak cinta yang datang mendekat&lt;br /&gt;Ku menolak&lt;br /&gt;Semua itu karena ku cinta kau, Kau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat kau ingat aku ku ingat kau&lt;br /&gt;Saat kau rindu aku juga rasa&lt;br /&gt;Ku tahu kau slalu ingin denganku&lt;br /&gt;Ku lakukan yang terbaik yang bisa ku lakukan&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan yang tahu ku cinta kau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika kau tak percaya pada ku&lt;br /&gt;Sakitnya aku&lt;br /&gt;Jika kau lebih dengar mereka&lt;br /&gt;Sedih hatiku&lt;br /&gt;Banyak cinta yang datang mendekat&lt;br /&gt;Ku menolak&lt;br /&gt;Semua itu karena ku cinta kau, Kau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat kau ingat aku ku ingat kau&lt;br /&gt;Saat kau rindu aku juga rasa&lt;br /&gt;Ku tahu kau slalu ingin denganku&lt;br /&gt;Kau tahu ku juga ingin denganmu&lt;br /&gt;Ku tahu kau slalu ingin denganku&lt;br /&gt;Ku lakukan yang terbaik yang bisa ku lakukan&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan yang tahu ku cinta kau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-3867748539657510135?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/3867748539657510135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/3867748539657510135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/3867748539657510135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-8721925861299129142</id><published>2010-03-31T17:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T18:18:21.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot Air Balloons'/><title type='text'>Remember Me;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S7MgpYVFLzI/AAAAAAAAAjU/qeAXmDaOlOM/s1600/DSC04146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454739468953399090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S7MgpYVFLzI/AAAAAAAAAjU/qeAXmDaOlOM/s320/DSC04146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Theres one point in life where you get tired of all the dramas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Believe it or not, theres some pathetic moment i feel like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In fact, im always feeling like that. like grrrrr?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Insecure thats what a number of people call it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Im this kinda girl;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My attitude change in a matter of minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;One minute, i can be very nice.&lt;br /&gt;And right the very next, i can be very nasty and bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;I can give you all sort of bloody fucked up attitude no one will ever wanna tolerate.&lt;br /&gt;I dont even know why people like/love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM NOT NICE, SERIOUSLY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;even if im nice, it will only be for a certain week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I dont know why the hell some guys still play the game where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;they will add people and ask for numbers.&lt;br /&gt;they should know that this is so last summer.&lt;br /&gt;AND you know, &lt;strong&gt;GIRLS WHO IS NOT DESPERADOS LIKE ME, no likey.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Certified Cow dungs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-8721925861299129142?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/8721925861299129142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/03/remember-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/8721925861299129142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/8721925861299129142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/03/remember-me.html' title='Remember Me;'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S7MgpYVFLzI/AAAAAAAAAjU/qeAXmDaOlOM/s72-c/DSC04146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-3105635177431598763</id><published>2010-03-30T16:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T01:22:27.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make it clear so i will know((:'/><title type='text'>i miss you very mvch, HAHA (cute right)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S7G2rliC9HI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Zma5DRhTui8/s1600/tumblr_kzuf7nXlY01qza6kro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454341483647923314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S7G2rliC9HI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Zma5DRhTui8/s320/tumblr_kzuf7nXlY01qza6kro1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;im like frigging bored right now...&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like appearing Online because i know people will talk.&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like texting because my bill will bomb&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like talking because im too sleepy&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like eating because im already full&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like doing anything because im so lazy -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find myself being all lazy-dozy-cozy when it comes to term breaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;yeah thats all im good at i guess.&lt;br /&gt;i miss many people but im too lazy to plan&lt;br /&gt;or maybe some people is not here so theres not much to plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;k i guess this is it.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna try to get some work done((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;GOOD DAY~&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/5421815328479919423-3105635177431598763?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/3105635177431598763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-miss-you-very-mvch-h.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/3105635177431598763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/3105635177431598763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-miss-you-very-mvch-h.html' title='i miss you very mvch, HAHA (cute right)'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S7G2rliC9HI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Zma5DRhTui8/s72-c/tumblr_kzuf7nXlY01qza6kro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-522174752023594205</id><published>2010-03-27T23:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T01:17:38.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That should be you?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S649Pn6cowI/AAAAAAAAAjE/eFSYcsCSQq4/s1600/Idaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453363537413710594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S649Pn6cowI/AAAAAAAAAjE/eFSYcsCSQq4/s320/Idaaa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; k before things turn haywire or whatever,&lt;br /&gt;i think i should blog now to fill up the space.&lt;br /&gt;i know ya dont get it, its okay i dont really need you to((: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i just had my fill of Tom Yum noodles, Cheese cake &amp;amp; Ribena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think im having a good life nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;better than before?&lt;br /&gt;but you know, it just sucks to get over the same thing over and again?&lt;br /&gt;k i think im speaking in an alien language,&lt;br /&gt;people says i usually does so pardon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great week ahead((:&lt;br /&gt;everyone deserves it!&lt;br /&gt;( im missing elder sis, though ): )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;color:#333333;"&gt;IDA&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/5421815328479919423-522174752023594205?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/522174752023594205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/03/k-before-things-turn-haywire-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/522174752023594205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/522174752023594205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/03/k-before-things-turn-haywire-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S649Pn6cowI/AAAAAAAAAjE/eFSYcsCSQq4/s72-c/Idaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-5843292024262384996</id><published>2010-03-26T18:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T23:47:22.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talk all you want'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S6zZSntoThI/AAAAAAAAAi0/w7yFm-7UBwU/s1600/tumblr_kzvqb80Rg71qa8412o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452972162760068626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S6zZSntoThI/AAAAAAAAAi0/w7yFm-7UBwU/s320/tumblr_kzvqb80Rg71qa8412o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tell ya what, these days, i get hungry easily!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so i decided to stay indoors today since elder sis is off to Jakarta and baby lolly seems so alone(thats what mum said).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;YEAH RIGHT! SHE WANTS ME TO STAY INDOORS THATS WHY!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, i thought if i stay home today with money in my purse, aww that sounds so wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so since babylolly suggested pastamania yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yes thats where we went after she knock out of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i felt like a big sister, treating my baby lolly. heeeeh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;we will go again anytime soon, promise((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;anyhoos, yesterday i went to catch Alice in Wonderland 3d &amp;amp; Remember Me, thanks to Hakim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yes it was two movies in a day. that guy said, too many movies, so lil time. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the funny this was that, i dont understand Remember Me's ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but atlast i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i bet i had enough of blabbering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;anyways, OWLS SEEMS SO HOT NOW! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;color:#333333;"&gt;IDA&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/5421815328479919423-5843292024262384996?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/5843292024262384996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/03/tell-ya-what-these-days-i-get-hungry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/5843292024262384996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/5843292024262384996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/03/tell-ya-what-these-days-i-get-hungry.html' title=''/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S6zZSntoThI/AAAAAAAAAi0/w7yFm-7UBwU/s72-c/tumblr_kzvqb80Rg71qa8412o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-7260333907662663810</id><published>2010-03-26T00:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T00:31:33.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ask me if you want((:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Theres one point in life where i seems to hate life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and then, right the next few minutes,&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE IT TO BITS((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;things happen for a reason (Y) i love that absofreakinglutely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;color:#333333;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;color:#333333;"&gt;IDA&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/5421815328479919423-7260333907662663810?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/7260333907662663810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/03/theres-one-point-in-life-when-i-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/7260333907662663810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/7260333907662663810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/03/theres-one-point-in-life-when-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-8823245809695447030</id><published>2010-03-24T02:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T02:56:35.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cry me out'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another day to sleepless night.&lt;br /&gt;but fret not ida, youve found friends as owl as you((:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah i did yesterday..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was fun talking all morning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;right now, ive made up my mind, im moving on!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes i am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why should i care about people who cares big shit abt what others wanna say about us?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes we broke up, so what?&lt;br /&gt;people care bcos of a stupid i love you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh thats so BIG DEAL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so now, if you people think IM THE ONE WHO CAUSE THE TROUBLE AGAIN,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then thank you very much, youre so RIGHT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bcos its wrong with saying i love you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;IF I COULD SAY IT IN YOUR FACEBOOK YSTRDAY, WITHOUT CARING WHAT PEOPLE THINKS,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;IF I COULD BLOG ABOUT YOU, WITHOUT CARING WHAT PEOPLE THINKS,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then what sort of shit was that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;even i have to tell you to tag me and then only u do it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i can shove all that stupid ego for you, what is wrong with just shoving a bit for me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know theres someone out there who will appreciate whatever tiny bit im doing for them. maybe im too blind to realise it..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-8823245809695447030?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/8823245809695447030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-day-to-sleepless-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/8823245809695447030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/8823245809695447030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-day-to-sleepless-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-6573941860070049509</id><published>2010-03-21T19:53:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T20:27:06.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='im always gona blow yor mind.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S6YPh9usPOI/AAAAAAAAAis/iiOo-iI6W4w/s1600-h/DSC05352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451061475159063778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S6YPh9usPOI/AAAAAAAAAis/iiOo-iI6W4w/s320/DSC05352.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;sunday have always been the day i can get lazy((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;but its also the day my mum is at home in the morn and so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;i usually dont get the greenlight of sleeping till late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;yes, fyi, im sucha lazy pig! i wake up at 2 plus almost everday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;the same goes for today, i toss and turn and tell myself its a new day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;bathe and did some house chores and then, i got one unexpected call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;hahaha! yada, talked bullshit, onlined and then teached baby lolly maths and im off to bed again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;told ya, sunday is the day i can get lazy((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;and here i am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;for those who wanna date me out, text me in the morn bfor i wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;cos when ive made up my mind, i wont get out of the house((;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;i love it when my parents got understanding and ask me about my boyfriend((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;my dad gave me a millionaire qn,&lt;br /&gt;"kakak anta bf gy camp. abe adek tak hantar?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;HAHAHA. i know hes refering to nizam. lol!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;then i said "haha tkde lah. adek mane ader bf. waste time. anywy der belom ns pon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;i love it when i can talk to that someone for hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;i can simply talk non-stop((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;i love it when people listens to me while im blabbering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;somebody is angry with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;bcos i got jealous he kept a girl picture in his phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;CUTE OR WHUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;IM THE ONE WHO HAVE TO GET ANGRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;nvm, i always get angry wrong timing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;i still love you okay menopause((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;color:#333333;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;color:#333333;"&gt;IDA&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/5421815328479919423-6573941860070049509?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/6573941860070049509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunday-have-always-been-day-i-can-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/6573941860070049509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/6573941860070049509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunday-have-always-been-day-i-can-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S6YPh9usPOI/AAAAAAAAAis/iiOo-iI6W4w/s72-c/DSC05352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-818618008524864403</id><published>2010-03-17T22:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:36:32.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am a good girl'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S6Doti7EArI/AAAAAAAAAik/eW13GT0XxE8/s1600-h/DSC05306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449611418284589746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S6Doti7EArI/AAAAAAAAAik/eW13GT0XxE8/s320/DSC05306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;today, i did nothing yet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;on another note, ive made up my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ive got my share of playing games, trying stupid things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and having bad habits while experimenting the beauty of life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;since im turning 19 in just a blink of an eye, maybe i should change for the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;its either now or never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i mean i know, action speaks louder than words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but without words, i wont come up with this okay((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;time is being time, moving v.v.v.fast..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;slow down could you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but theres some things i wish i can do but no matter how i tried, i cant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ive been drowning in these bad habits way too long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;lets start now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;color:#333333;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;color:#333333;"&gt;IDA&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/5421815328479919423-818618008524864403?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/818618008524864403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-i-did-nothing-yet-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/818618008524864403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/818618008524864403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-i-did-nothing-yet-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S6Doti7EArI/AAAAAAAAAik/eW13GT0XxE8/s72-c/DSC05306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-3827809653748292356</id><published>2010-03-17T00:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T01:28:38.326+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='its you'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S5-6BL_L7wI/AAAAAAAAAiU/2CgN5UqTPoc/s1600-h/DSC05223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449278603702038274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S5-6BL_L7wI/AAAAAAAAAiU/2CgN5UqTPoc/s320/DSC05223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;changed my blogskin again cause the previous one didn't look that good.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so holla to my new blogskin and i hope it will stay for good(;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;currently, chatting with my mates and thanks to those who voted for my friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lol this thing called life can be easily sum up three words; IT GOES ON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;its funny when everyday theres someone who ask you hows your life is going and you, being you telling them the whole story over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and im feeling bad when someone from my past suddenly talks to me about the past = US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lets just put everything behind. things happen for a reason and yeah, everyone changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;im sorry if i don't know how to make decisions, im just being me, muddleheaded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;people talk like as if it is easy. "choose one", "pilih lah yang mane".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but to me, its difficult. its Ida we're talking about here, the oh-so-fickle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i miss my friends(: meet up soon okay? (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;color:#333333;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;color:#333333;"&gt;IDA&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/5421815328479919423-3827809653748292356?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/3827809653748292356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/03/changed-my-blogskin-again-cause.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/3827809653748292356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/3827809653748292356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/03/changed-my-blogskin-again-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S5-6BL_L7wI/AAAAAAAAAiU/2CgN5UqTPoc/s72-c/DSC05223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-5618753439050253163</id><published>2010-03-13T17:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T17:35:51.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confessions'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S5tcZIUavDI/AAAAAAAAAiM/RfrLzq06PsE/s1600-h/DSC01421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448049761034353714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S5tcZIUavDI/AAAAAAAAAiM/RfrLzq06PsE/s320/DSC01421.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;"&gt;Dear diary, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;"&gt;I fell in love again. i dont know when i did. it just happened, without giving me time to think and get myself ready. tell my heart to stop being egoistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;color:#333333;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;color:#333333;"&gt;IDA&lt;/span&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/5421815328479919423-5618753439050253163?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/5618753439050253163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-diary-i-feel-in-love-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/5618753439050253163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/5618753439050253163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-diary-i-feel-in-love-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S5tcZIUavDI/AAAAAAAAAiM/RfrLzq06PsE/s72-c/DSC01421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-4446892773001276281</id><published>2010-03-11T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:24:53.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAGGOT'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S5kLKWscvHI/AAAAAAAAAh8/QQsQhwCQCcw/s1600-h/1+2+3+-013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447397496799935602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S5kLKWscvHI/AAAAAAAAAh8/QQsQhwCQCcw/s320/1+2+3+-013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;im all alone in my living room today. i just dont feel like talking to anyone at the moment. elder sis is working and theres nobody to accompany me this thursday night. k i sound like as if my sister have gone for her hols! oh yeah. i wanted to follow her to Jakarta but she said i need to find arnd 200 myself. k if im working maybe i would have that sum. too bad, im not. so shoo those thoughts away, ida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;other than that, life have been good so far. you know, how this thing called life goes... when one problem come crashing, the whole lot will follow through. but then again, like they say, life is very fair; when one good thing happen to you, all the other things follow through too. BINGO. i love that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i dont know why i get bored of things easily. grrr~ and now, im left with nothing else to do. i wanted to learn up to play guitar budden, after i took izy's guitar home, i suddenly dont feel like playing anymore. hahaha i must be mad, right?! but maybe i will try once i got the thing fixed(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;lately, ive been asking myself this; "what will i be 5 years from now?" I dont know why but this questions seems to pop out almost all the time. things happen so quickly i just wish time will slow down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-4446892773001276281?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/4446892773001276281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-all-alone-in-my-living-room-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/4446892773001276281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/4446892773001276281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-all-alone-in-my-living-room-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S5kLKWscvHI/AAAAAAAAAh8/QQsQhwCQCcw/s72-c/1+2+3+-013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-7792795289636070417</id><published>2010-03-06T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T21:19:38.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i can&apos;t turn at you;'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;so lettme scribble something and update a lil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ive been oooooooooooo-so-bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i didnt know where i went wrong but why is everything crashing down on me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i know i am not perfect, thanks for reminding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i know i can never be someone who's there for everyone when evry little problem tumble on you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;that day when i told them my past, im thinking why the hell people fall in love and hurt themselves later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;it don't break even.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;all i know is i can never last long in relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;im sucha selfish bitch so keep away from me, thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;anywy, im job hunting with recommandation from tam. for real! i just feel like i need something to occupy me this time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;let me hear the good news&lt;/span&gt;((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-7792795289636070417?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/7792795289636070417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-lettme-scribble-something-and-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/7792795289636070417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/7792795289636070417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-lettme-scribble-something-and-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-7815585041765071661</id><published>2010-03-06T00:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T01:17:58.712+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you can try;'/><title type='text'>too much;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S5E74ecbMZI/AAAAAAAAAhs/oOW1wUznro4/s1600-h/DSC05163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445199265898639762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S5E74ecbMZI/AAAAAAAAAhs/oOW1wUznro4/s320/DSC05163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;have you ever feel that you dont want to get a certain feeling because you dont want to lose what you have right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;im feeling it, right now.&lt;br /&gt;i just want things to sit back to where it was the other time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;when it was just perfect and we can just talk about anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ah skip that! so yeah, had my sleep for 7 hours already just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so its a miracle if i can sleep now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;wonderful tracks have been accompanying me eversince just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyway, im a single girl swag from today onwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and thanks to the ones being there :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you know my love story have always been dramatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the midnight walk to downtown atleast made me think and yes, i need a "water" now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;right now, i just dont feel like talking to guys who have that "i want more than friends" feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;awww keep out from me at the time being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;will do everyone good, serious shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and to nizam, things have not been working out right from the start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;thanks for realising that. im alright, no worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;k i found one best chatter tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;will be counting sheeps later~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to the world, have a good night(:&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/5421815328479919423-7815585041765071661?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/7815585041765071661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/03/too-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/7815585041765071661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/7815585041765071661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/03/too-much.html' title='too much;'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S5E74ecbMZI/AAAAAAAAAhs/oOW1wUznro4/s72-c/DSC05163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-515413022785607488</id><published>2010-03-03T23:09:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T23:38:08.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tonight.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='here'/><title type='text'>i dont want to let go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S46ALlC85NI/AAAAAAAAAhk/r7ks6BHET8k/s1600-h/tumblr_kxy598LjZO1qzr5ipo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444429935948915922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S46ALlC85NI/AAAAAAAAAhk/r7ks6BHET8k/s320/tumblr_kxy598LjZO1qzr5ipo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i very much wanna say this, i miss many things in life and i wish sometimes, i will come across the best thing that life can offers. but too bad for me, life will never go the way i want it. no matter how stupid it feels to be in any situation im feeling, have been feeling or is going to feel, i still am thankful because no matter how sucky or perfect my day was, atleast i know i have lived it and will live it, in the best way that i can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i seriously didnt have a perfect life. my life is as sucky as everyone else in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i looked like i have no issues with life, i looked like i dont care, i looked all smiley whenever i see anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;maybe i looked and feel like dat sometimes because i dont see the world as many of you did. i see every problem have a solution and i love running away from it. i see evrything serious as funny. i see theres always another line to cross it when theres a negative sign. but actually, hello, do you know what if feels like to be in my shoes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;how do i put it, sometimes, its not that i dont care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sometimes, its best to pretend not to care because when you care too much, people will see as it as something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sometimes, its best to pretend not to care because when you do, people around you will take advantage of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sometimes, its best to pretend not to care so you wont fall too hard and hurt yourself afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i dont know, sometimes when i care about somethings in life, im afraid one fine day, something will take it away from me. and i will fall hard. i did once. i became crazy for someone with hopes that one day it will be perfect. but to know that the someone did this cause the someone is jealous of what i got. boy, thats bullshit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i never believed in forever since that day. its not that i havent moved on. i have but sometimes, some black marks in your chapter really teach you somethings. it did, thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thats about it. im killing two stones at one go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;good day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-515413022785607488?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/515413022785607488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dont-want-to-let-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/515413022785607488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/515413022785607488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dont-want-to-let-go.html' title='i dont want to let go.'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S46ALlC85NI/AAAAAAAAAhk/r7ks6BHET8k/s72-c/tumblr_kxy598LjZO1qzr5ipo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-6739079721880106841</id><published>2010-03-01T13:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T14:07:43.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tell me something i dont know'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; got bored and tired after reading and trying my best to fit the whole revision paper in my brain. today i went a bit of a kanchiong cos yesterday instead of mugging midnight, i was talking nonsense. and my earpiece or speaker failed on me. now whattttt! k then before i went to sleep, i was feeling all guilty to myself cos i didnt study and was talking bullshit that night. put my alarm, read my novel and fall into a deep sleep. this time, i didnt use that sleeping spray. i slept all by myself. k whut do you expect, it was already 3 plus -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tomorrow will be my last paper but i still cant get myself to study. i need motivations. maybe i will wait till elder sis is back and we can mug together. and then, on thursday, i will be having my class chalet :D my body is achingg, ive been sleeping late. and to avoid those dark eye circles, my mum have been asking me to apply this cream or whatever. tsk school have been bugging me hard. but its one more paper to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421815328479919423-6739079721880106841?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/6739079721880106841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-got-bored-and-tired-after-reading-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/6739079721880106841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/6739079721880106841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-got-bored-and-tired-after-reading-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-7797895864307580751</id><published>2010-02-28T13:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T13:47:19.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>typo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443164579668304082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S4oBWJkeINI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-GeQTObBqBg/s320/DSC02664.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;imma waste sometime blogging while waiting for elder sister to get ready and off we go to KFC. perfecto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i love kfc like how i love my bantal busok :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;yesterday, i slept macam pig cos i used some bodyshop sleeping spray and it got me sleepy very early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;k effective stuffs. lol! but now, im feeling sleepy all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;anyhoos, today will be another stay home sunday, trying my best to mug -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;been having that for the whole of this week and this includes a monday for tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;what a nice week to start with!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;but hello, after tuesday, you will see me complaining how boring life can be because there simply nothing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;typical ida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and then, bla bla bla and there goes my hols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;im in year two, baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;k i just cant wait to finish school. maybe if my GPA is good enuf, i will consider gg to University.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and then, i can work and earn big salary, drive my car and swing my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;k enough, before that i really need to mug hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;suffer now and enjoy later~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;anyhoos, i met izy babe last friday. and gosh, i atleast have some stress-free time and girls catching up with her (L) meet you again soon!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and i feel guilty for love since ive been mugging and not meeting him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and OMG, tmr is our 2nd month. time flies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;k toodles~&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/5421815328479919423-7797895864307580751?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/7797895864307580751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/02/typo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/7797895864307580751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/7797895864307580751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/02/typo.html' title='typo'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S4oBWJkeINI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-GeQTObBqBg/s72-c/DSC02664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421815328479919423.post-5231393199574342230</id><published>2010-02-20T23:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T23:29:25.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='share me world.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='come'/><title type='text'>come, share me world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S3__hekY0HI/AAAAAAAAAhU/K9mw45juTN4/s1600-h/DSC05197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440347825493299314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4P6XBXO8PA/S3__hekY0HI/AAAAAAAAAhU/K9mw45juTN4/s320/DSC05197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;today, im sucha a happy girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;enough sleep, loads of favourite foods, outing with loved ones, no bickering with boyf.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;awww i know, little things like this made my day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i love the way things are right now, please don't let it change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lets talk about yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a day with sweetcake(;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;from fareast, paragon, heeren, the place opposite plaza sing &amp;amp; plaza sing itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but we didnt get our fried mars bar due to me :b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;will get it the next time we drop by fareast or raffles place k love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyway, i love it when boyf said i was there for him yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mission accomplished! i want to be there when you need me(:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;anywys, whats with me and not studying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;grrr, somebody just wake me up from my dream land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my paper is in like 3 days time &amp;amp; as a matter of fact, i only am aware of what is HTTP &amp;amp; HTML.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lets recap;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HTTP = HyperText Transport Protocol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HTML = HyperText Markup Language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Y) goody good girl, now go study!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;good week ahead, world.&lt;/span&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/5421815328479919423-5231393199574342230?l=idakheir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/feeds/5231393199574342230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/02/come-share-me-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/5231393199574342230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421815328479919423/posts/default/5231393199574342230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idakheir.blogspot.com/2010/02/come-share-me-world.html' title='come, share me world.'/><author><name>Masoeur Closet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' 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