<?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-2524430566919008123</id><updated>2011-12-23T06:08:58.179-08:00</updated><category term='what i feel right now'/><category term='The best for you.'/><category term='what if?.'/><category term='happy always.'/><category term='hanya kau yang mampu ):'/><category term='I am Linda.'/><category term='ends .'/><category term='for my smile.'/><category term='I love my people'/><category term='RANDOM IDIOTS(:'/><category term='nurulfarhana'/><category term='I wont meddle with your life.'/><category term='im scared. i want to be promote)='/><category term='I♥you.'/><category term='love♥'/><category term='........'/><category term='Good Morning(((:'/><category term='list up evrthing?. china next(:'/><category term='sorie. fall?.'/><category term='Telephone'/><category term='flew to bintan'/><category term='iloveyounomatterwhat ):'/><category term='linda.'/><category term='I still missing you.'/><category term='still smile.'/><category term='linda is feelingfeeling high.'/><category term='nurull'/><category term='Oh Zanah'/><category term='Dia. (:'/><category term='sumpah'/><category term='im not acting like im a big fuck here.'/><category term='be strong Linda (:'/><category term='what&apos;s the best for me'/><category term='tired of chingay'/><category term='Offically over'/><category term='i hope i get to hold you ):'/><category term='4 July 2010 (Y)'/><category term='to our friendship.'/><category term='nurull(:'/><category term='I will let it be my future.'/><category term='the love (Y)'/><category term='iloveyoumyfriend.'/><category term='I am leanduh.'/><category term='shake me to wake from this bad dream'/><category term='to'/><category term='moving on (:'/><category term='to face it. but i&apos;m weak now.'/><category term='the world goes around.'/><category term='Like you use to.'/><category term='you&apos;re one in a million'/><category term='The smile i&apos;ve ever wanted.'/><category term='YOU.'/><category term='the world (Y)'/><category term='Imissyou.'/><category term='still .'/><category term='Monthsary'/><category term='May it be one day (:'/><category term='maintain the best.'/><category term='21062010'/><category term='everytime you dance.'/><category term='love.'/><category term='Iloveyou'/><category term='from you.'/><category term='ending soon.'/><category term='effort'/><category term='Peace Out'/><category term='im missing you.'/><category term='i need you ):'/><category term='will be back.'/><category term='Lots of loveeeeee'/><category term='to you is hard.'/><category term='Love'/><category term='flew to china. gonna miss'/><category term='i will clean it'/><category term='It suppose to be'/><category term='for me.'/><category term='i love you my friend (Y)'/><category term='i will hold on to'/><category term='you will understand what i mean.'/><category term='moving on(:'/><category term='i promise.'/><category term='i treasure always'/><category term='with awesome.'/><category term='i miss you boy / sunny ):'/><title type='text'>The worlds go round and round</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>250</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-27479490397632350</id><published>2011-11-01T01:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T01:30:47.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you will understand what i mean.'/><title type='text'>When the time comes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hi Earths! It's been a long time snince i've update my blog. So let's start it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Life&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; People do change, so as me. It's been weird without god brother around right now. Usually, it's always been the 3 of us, now left 2. The time whereby we laugh together and gossip and watching Linda and him slapping game with each other. I'm proud that she is strong to face it. I know it's hard babe, I'm sorry, deeply sorry. Didn't get to say sorry to him, I'm sorry brother. Please be fine brother. Your girlfriend is worried about you and keeps on thinking about you. She miss every moments with you. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; If i were to given a chance to say what i wanted to say to you all the while, i would say it to you. Many obstacles that we've been through all this while and i'm happy that, we didn't even lost contact with each other no matter what. I know how much you miss her, please don't deny that dude. But still, i smile no matter what. I see that you miss her. Sometinmes i wonder, do you know that i need you? Do you know how much i treasure this friendship? I'm trying to move on, but i can't. Like what i've told you before, You're One In A Million. I can't say anything much, i can't put too much high hopes nomore. I'm afraid. Still, i hold this friendship strong and smile. ImissyouBonchs &amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;I wonder, do you really meant what you say? I need prove from you. But, iloveyoustill. &amp;lt;/3&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;Till here i end. -NurulFarhanaLogan.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Sayang &amp;lt;3 &lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v2.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-27479490397632350?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/27479490397632350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=27479490397632350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/27479490397632350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/27479490397632350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-time-comes.html' title='When the time comes'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-76441783962053799</id><published>2011-09-03T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T16:47:33.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='with awesome.'/><title type='text'>Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hello readers! This video was taken with me and Awesome. we're in bored terms so we make up a video. there's alot more, but i'll just upload this one for now. Enjoy! ^^ &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-76441783962053799?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/76441783962053799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=76441783962053799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/76441783962053799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/76441783962053799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2011/09/video.html' title='Video'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-5771806958430046061</id><published>2011-08-25T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T03:20:37.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what&apos;s the best for me'/><title type='text'>choose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EPqAG16SO3o/TlYcTL2BJ8I/AAAAAAAAAwM/3gOvb-7ddaI/s1600/Picture+2452.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EPqAG16SO3o/TlYcTL2BJ8I/AAAAAAAAAwM/3gOvb-7ddaI/s320/Picture+2452.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What's past is past, it can't be rewind back how hard I try to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Hello earth! Since a long since I've update my blog, awwww rinduuuuu ohh ~ hahahahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Life&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Life been so great for me right now. been having enjoying it and I'm loving my life right now. fcuk to those past I have before because can't been standing here and wait till it returns to me. haven't been coming to school lately, damn fcuk! attendance drop down. due to some reasons for not attending. i know studies is important. i will put in effort for next week and bakcup everything. i've been missing alot of subject and new things that have happen now. damn it! exams are just around the corner and i have to backup myself to come to school regularly.&amp;nbsp; fasting much is ending soon and Hari Raya is just aroud the corner. Hari Raya,&amp;nbsp; pleas ebe nice this year because i wanna enjoy it pretty much despite i will be going with new company's this year and new atmosphere. Family, Friends, i' so loving it. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Love? What is love? yes, i've move on. i've already tell myself to move on. it's not worth it to keep on waiting for someone which you know he/she won't love you back. i told myself this,"if he meant to be mine, sooner or later he will." i can't be standing here and waiting for your reply. i've already tried my best and this is what i've already did. ignore you and act as if you've already in relationship with someone else which i know you didn't, maybe? you've already move on and you are enjoying your new life right now. your birthday had alrready gone and my wish on your birthday is that, Throw away your ego, that's all. your ego is hurting me too much. with all the hurting wordds was given to me all this while. i've try to endure and pretend there's nothing actually happening around me, and yes i manage to although i fail about a few times. and now, i've already prove to you that i've change. remember what i've told you before? i'll change myself, not for, but for my own good. whatever happens, i will still smile no matter what. -My Past, Still The Best Among The Rest &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;you can't be mine life partner.&amp;nbsp; it's not that i'm choosy or whatsoever in your mind. you didn't put in effort to text me up. it's always me to be the first one who will text you up every single morning. you didn't show me that you're serious. like today, i told myself not to text you and see whether you will text me up, end up no! didn't even receive any single text from you. i'm sorry, but we can't be more than what in your mind right now. we are only friends, and that's final from me. knowing you was fun, but just as friends ok? -My End. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;finding life partner wasn't that easy. i know that. sometimes, i may be jealous looking at sweet couples. but afterall, i think back. why must i search for love when i've once love/admire that someone didn't even put in an effort to it? single or not, it's still the same for me. sometimes, i do miss having my good times with My Past, but to think back, does he even miss it? and i asked myself, am i clapping my own hand? and yes i did! i'm just clapping my own hand while inside his mind is someone else. felt terrible for meddling with his life all this while. i'm sorry Past. that won't happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-5771806958430046061?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/5771806958430046061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=5771806958430046061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/5771806958430046061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/5771806958430046061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2011/08/choose.html' title='choose'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EPqAG16SO3o/TlYcTL2BJ8I/AAAAAAAAAwM/3gOvb-7ddaI/s72-c/Picture+2452.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-1169506052965784181</id><published>2011-08-02T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T08:58:18.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wont meddle with your life.'/><title type='text'>Now I'm gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PvGfdlJqRw4/TjgZ3bHRYAI/AAAAAAAAAwI/ZTQfzZO4rtA/s1600/DSC02041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PvGfdlJqRw4/TjgZ3bHRYAI/AAAAAAAAAwI/ZTQfzZO4rtA/s320/DSC02041.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;As time goes by, I just realize that many things change. Surround me, the atmosphere and people. I just wonder, did I make the right move? To think back, yes I did. And now, you're happy with your own life and your future ones. I'm happy to see that you're happy. And from now on, no one will meddle with your life. I'm sorry for every causes that was given in your life with my presence. I know, you don't like someone who types this way. I'm just letting everything out here today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Jealous isn't that much was given, but ignorance yes. I did tried my best to change, to a better me. But eventually, I fail. I'm sorry. I know that I'm the worst ever person that you've known in your life. Who have been meddling with your life and so on. I know i ain't like other girls. I've once asked you, "Do i change?" and you said no. But after that, you're acting weird towards me. I'm fine with it, because, I've already get use to it. But somehow, trying to control this feelings isn't that easy. I still keep on smiling and act as if nothing is actually happening around me. I stay strong and face it and accept everything with sincere heart. I won't hate you or even regret knowing you. It's not even worth it. For what you've done towards me, thats always a reason why to it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;You're happy with her, I'm happy for you. As you are doing fine, I'm ok with it. For all the hurtful words was given to me, I'm ok with it. Fighting won't solve anything I know. I give in, and accept it as I'm the one to be blame. Yes, I'm the fire starter to all of our&amp;nbsp;arguments. I'm sorry, I've make a messed in your life. And now, your life won't be a messed anymore. It's gonna be fine as it use to from now on. Last message from me is, Please control your ego. Your laughter, that is what people likes. Your laughter makes people smile and cheer up. Don't get stress too much and pleas don't do stupid stuffs again. As you've already told me you're already stop it. And last but not least, smile always. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your sincerely;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;NurulFarhana.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-1169506052965784181?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/1169506052965784181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=1169506052965784181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/1169506052965784181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/1169506052965784181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2011/08/now-im-gone.html' title='Now I&apos;m gone'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PvGfdlJqRw4/TjgZ3bHRYAI/AAAAAAAAAwI/ZTQfzZO4rtA/s72-c/DSC02041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-7762224754438326097</id><published>2011-07-24T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T08:48:39.979-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from you.'/><title type='text'>This is not what i expected</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-COu3DfbSm8I/Tiw4obt8enI/AAAAAAAAAwE/D9qw8RVvbMc/s1600/DSC02001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-COu3DfbSm8I/Tiw4obt8enI/AAAAAAAAAwE/D9qw8RVvbMc/s320/DSC02001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Say whatever you gonna say about &amp;nbsp;me after this. All i care now is, CHANGES!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;DO you even know what you've type towards me? do you know how shocked am i reading the text that you've gave me? Yes, I may be the fire starter. I'm not dragging this problem. But, in the first place, I was asking you in a nice way. yes, i may pissed you off by asking you that question but i was just asking? not accusing you or text you in a rude way. am i? you know what's the worst that i'm disappointed of? the second last text that you've gave me. if i control, meddle or whatsoever with your life, i'm sorry about it then. i'm just concern and care about you. but if i'm wrong to do that, i'm sorry. i'm just a friend who always care about my friends. if you don't like it and feel as of i meddle with your life, it's ok with me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;i've already tried to cool down the situation. i've already apologize to you and i've already asked to end this war. i know, it's easy to say sorry and it will repeat again and again. what else should i do? i know, i always pissed you off. i tried not to blow myself up because i know, if i blow up myself and you, yourself is pissed off, nothing will be settle. so i relax myself up. but still, it doesn't works. i know, it takes time. but, till when? till when i have to face this all by myself? throw away your ego, it's hurting me, you know that? this is the worst ever fight we had. and yesterday, i went to your workplace with AwesomeG and her boyfriend. this part is hurting part. you know why? you didn't even look at me. am i invisible? i didn't expect your attention or something but. i'm just speechless with your reaction yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;can we end this war? can we? if you need time, i'll give you. if you need space, i'll give you. but what i want you to remember is that, You will never ever can make me hate you, no matter what. I'm just disappointed in you, that's all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Had fun with AwesomeG and her boyfriend on Saturday. We went swimming at Jurong East. Swim here and there and off to her boyfriend cribs, then to AwesomeG place, chill here and there and off home. I love you guys, please? heh! Now, i wanna watch my Assalammualaikum Cinta ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-7762224754438326097?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/7762224754438326097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=7762224754438326097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/7762224754438326097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/7762224754438326097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-is-not-what-i-expected.html' title='This is not what i expected'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-COu3DfbSm8I/Tiw4obt8enI/AAAAAAAAAwE/D9qw8RVvbMc/s72-c/DSC02001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-928767054225110371</id><published>2011-07-16T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T09:10:17.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from you.'/><title type='text'>Will be M.I.A</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6CYm2oM8ddM/TiGvqJ82Q3I/AAAAAAAAAwA/_nttaMoPXwE/s1600/264757_10150248198033796_603683795_7264817_779423_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6CYm2oM8ddM/TiGvqJ82Q3I/AAAAAAAAAwA/_nttaMoPXwE/s320/264757_10150248198033796_603683795_7264817_779423_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No words could be express how much I miss you guy. (':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Long time didn't update so let's start the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So yeah, school re-open but then enter macam starkarat, hahahas. School starts at 8am but i enter at 9am. See, how starkarat I am, hahahs. schools time-table has been shuffle. On Monday, &amp;nbsp;starts at 8am-530pm, Tuesday 930am-1pm, Wednesday 930am-6pm, Thursday 8am-530pm and Friday 8am-12pm. Adoi! So yea, just now meet AwesomeG and her boyfriend up at her place. Chill here and there and laugh alot. And yeah, tomorrow gonna chill up at Blangla Park.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You use to rock my world. You use to be there for me when I'm down. You use to cheer me up and give me an encouragement words. But somehow, the atmosphere now is different, totally. No more cheering me up, no more being there for me and giving encouragement words. No more texting up and zombie words. I miss our lame jokes, I miss calling you my Zombie. I miss texting you up with long text. But, whenever I send long text, you will only reply short words. It's not that I'm expecting, because I know that you will only reply that way. But, i will only receive your text when needed only. But don't worry, you are still the same Otty I've known before. Your stubborn-ness is still with you. But whatever it is, You Are Still The Best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Move on and find someones else."-someone told me this. If only I could move on, I would. But somehow, I fail, I can't. I just don't know why I can't move on with someone else. There's something in him that I can't forget about him. Whatever happenings around me, it will always reminds me of you, although every single things that happening. For this one whole year, I still keeping this little feelings with me. Yes, I admit, I do be in relationship with someone else before, but I just fail to it. I don't know why, whats the reasons. I just fail to move on. But whatever it is, You Are Still the Best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm not asking much from you as you know that. I do appreciate your presence in my life although it's just a friend to me. I know you have your own choice in relationship. I'm not your type of girl that you wanted because I always make you pissed off. I know that you want someone who doesn't make you pissed off. I respect your decision. Your presence as a friend to me is totally enough for me. I know it's just a friend, nothing big deal. But to me, yes it is! say whatever you wanna say, I don't give a damn to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Tak message your ex-fling?"-someone asked me this question and I was totally blank for the moment and I was asking who? and the person say his name. I was smiling and reply back," No." with a low voice. As long as you are happy, I'm happy for you dearest Friend. (':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I love my AwesomeG no matter how much I have done towards her. I love her so much till I can't bare to lose her. I know that I've cause her much problems all this while and I'm the one who is to be blame for everything. I'm sorry beh, I'm really sorry. AwesomeG, you are my bestest G babeh. I love you truck fucking loads! &amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-928767054225110371?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/928767054225110371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=928767054225110371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/928767054225110371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/928767054225110371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2011/07/will-be-mia.html' title='Will be M.I.A'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6CYm2oM8ddM/TiGvqJ82Q3I/AAAAAAAAAwA/_nttaMoPXwE/s72-c/264757_10150248198033796_603683795_7264817_779423_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-926635254259311858</id><published>2011-06-25T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T10:08:55.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maintain the best.'/><title type='text'>My best will always</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J7a_NuznU5c/TgYP4UWCZNI/AAAAAAAAAv4/p9EV4Fb2npc/s1600/217012_110539059031402_100002259240429_107744_2157124_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J7a_NuznU5c/TgYP4UWCZNI/AAAAAAAAAv4/p9EV4Fb2npc/s1600/217012_110539059031402_100002259240429_107744_2157124_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Life may look that easy for me. But many things that I have to face right now and but still, I'm still putting on my smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hello readers. Oh well, life have been so great for me right now. Oh wait! let me update something first.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rIN0r6NlVI/TgYREGCkhmI/AAAAAAAAAv8/vXW99TbEjFE/s1600/248317_229927040366292_100000469924291_974314_2750260_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rIN0r6NlVI/TgYREGCkhmI/AAAAAAAAAv8/vXW99TbEjFE/s320/248317_229927040366292_100000469924291_974314_2750260_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My Son ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hahahaha! Happy 18th Birthday Iwan Tomahawk! May you blast with happiness ok? Stay strong Iwan with every challenges that was given to you. I know that you are, always ^^ Take care my son and see you tomorrow ok.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So yes, let's get to my story. Just now, went out and meet Linda and her boyfriend. We chill out at Shuqun Primary area there. Chit chat here and there after that we proceed to Linda cribs. Me and her boyfriend wait for her at her void deck and after that, we proceed to Pasar Tengah and buy some stuffs for tomorrow. Buy alot of things, and after that we proceed to Linda boyfriend cribs. Chill out there for a while and we watch some movies and off we went home. Tomorrow, need to wake up early in the morning and meet Linda and her boyfriend to buy some stuffs again and off to her boyfriend cribs to do some help out. But, badly My Best can't make it tomorrow. *sigh* It's ok, i understand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Many things had happen lately at home. Usually, besides My BestG, My Best will be there to listen to my problems, but now? Nomore. His not there to listen to my problems/stories, His not there to comfort me. *sigh* it's ok, I just follow the flows.I didn't asked much from him. I didn't even asked him to be there for me all the time as I, myself know that he is also having some problems that he have to handle with. But, all I will ask from him is not to do stupid stuffs nomore. Nomore stupid stuffs as you're already told me that you have already stop it. I'm sorry, because I broke my promise towards you. I'm sorry, friend. *sad*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I will try to cut down to it as I've already broke my promise towards you. Once again, I'm sorry, friend. *sad*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="mls uiTooltip presenceIndicator" href="http://www.facebook.com/mobileprotection#" id="u050817_1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-926635254259311858?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/926635254259311858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=926635254259311858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/926635254259311858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/926635254259311858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-best-will-always.html' title='My best will always'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J7a_NuznU5c/TgYP4UWCZNI/AAAAAAAAAv4/p9EV4Fb2npc/s72-c/217012_110539059031402_100002259240429_107744_2157124_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-1612752547216230909</id><published>2011-06-17T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T12:06:28.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to face it. but i&apos;m weak now.'/><title type='text'>Wish that I'm strong enuf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R_jZotNSGsA/TfueAetLTTI/AAAAAAAAAvw/UspuUU-EoDk/s1600/Picture+1533.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R_jZotNSGsA/TfueAetLTTI/AAAAAAAAAvw/UspuUU-EoDk/s320/Picture+1533.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, I give up. It's not that I'm weak but it seems that I'm the only one who is trying to hold on in this friendship. You ignore me, but I'm ok with it because I'm already use to it. But, you will only find me when needed. What would I feel? Yes, I know that we are just friends, but please. Everything went wrong after our quarrel that we had. Yes, I'm in wrong position. I've already tried my best and I know it takes time in it. I'm ok with it. What would you feel if you are in my position? &amp;nbsp;It's not that I'm giving up just like that, but with a reason. You ignore me, and not like we use to be. I'm not blaming you totally cause I'm the one who started it. I will just follow the flows. Sunday will be meeting you up. -I'm sorry, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Cause it seems that I'm the only one who is trying to main things up and hold on in this friendship. I know that I'm not like others. I'm an emo shits girl. Yes I admit, I am. I know you don't like it. I'm sorry cause I'm not like other girls who can act nothing happen. I've tried my best to it and be strong. Yes, I am all this while but somehow , I fail. I'm a failure. I'm sorry, I'm a loser. I fail to hold on and stay strong. No more strength to it, friend. I'm weak. I admit that I'm weak. I'm clapping my own hand just to hold on in this friendship that we've gone through all the obstacles. And when something happen, we talk things out and left it unsaid. *sigh* As you know that this friendship really meant alot me, really! I do really treasure it alot and I don't wanna lose a friend like you as you know that, You're One In A Million and no one can ever be like you. How much we fought, how the problems that we've gone through, how much obstacles that we've face, I will fight for it and main things up and I want this friendship to stay, although it's just a friendship. Nevermind, you won't understand what I mean. I'm sorry because I fail to it. I fail not to be emo shit girl. I'm sorry, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tomorrow going to Teck Whye to celebrate Juriah's birthday and her niece, I think. Jyeeeeeah! &amp;nbsp;^^&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MjmhUQ8ihuY/TfujAIirnFI/AAAAAAAAAv0/mfygClFFWFE/s1600/255164_110956182328214_100002414994327_110508_744527_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MjmhUQ8ihuY/TfujAIirnFI/AAAAAAAAAv0/mfygClFFWFE/s320/255164_110956182328214_100002414994327_110508_744527_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*look up, Linda &amp;lt;3*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Awwwww, IloveLeanduhVilla can I? I love you babe. I'm sorry for everything that I've done babe. I'm truly sorry. I love you babe, and I truly say that I can't bare to lose you babe. ): You are everything to me. We've gone through our hard times together. I'm sorry for every shits that I've done babe. No more repeating the same mistakes babe, I swear. *no cross finger* IloveyouLeanduh &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3&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/2524430566919008123-1612752547216230909?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/1612752547216230909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=1612752547216230909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/1612752547216230909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/1612752547216230909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2011/06/wish-that-im-strong-enuf.html' title='Wish that I&apos;m strong enuf'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R_jZotNSGsA/TfueAetLTTI/AAAAAAAAAvw/UspuUU-EoDk/s72-c/Picture+1533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-2573874725116730756</id><published>2011-06-15T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T13:52:34.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i promise.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i will clean it'/><title type='text'>Mistakes that Ive made</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jnHhlaisyCk/TfkUjSrgyuI/AAAAAAAAAvo/M11UTbQZALI/s1600/Picture+1522.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jnHhlaisyCk/TfkUjSrgyuI/AAAAAAAAAvo/M11UTbQZALI/s320/Picture+1522.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hellohello ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Let's start with my story. So here we goooo. ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When out today with cousin to Universal Studio. Reach at cousin house at 12 and &amp;nbsp;we went out at 1 plus. We took bus to Vivo as my uncle wanted to. Reach Vivo, we and have our eating time. I ate Chicken Rice Lemon with cousin. The Lemon is too, 'pekat' and it doesn't taste that nice, but hungry already so we just eat, hahahahaha. After that, we proceed there and we walk here and there. The&amp;nbsp;weather&amp;nbsp;is freaking hot. Me and my cousin keep complaining about the weather. But the kids are still very hyper, daamn! Reach entrance, went in and damn I walk here and there just to find a place to sit. Too tired and the kids are too hyper and they took photos here and there. So, we proceed to USS. Reach outside USS, uncle show us around there. COOOOOOOOOOL babeh! ^^ *jakon habes* Freaking cool man till cousin took pictures everywhere, hahahaha. After a long walk, we go and take a rest first and the kids still can snap some pictures, hahahaha. After that, we proceed to grab some drinks at Coffee Bean. After that, we go and find a place to sit while waiting for the thing to start. Sit here and there and in the end, uncle make up his mind to go off since the thing starts at 9pm. So we went back to Vivo City and &amp;nbsp;uncle wanted to survey something there. And after that, off we go. Uncle go and have his smoke break first. While waiting for uncle, I heard someone shouting my name and I was shocked and it's was Shidaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Hug her and have a mini chat with her just for awhile and off we went on our seperate ways. Waited for bus and off we went home. Reach Jurong, went to uncle house, take my stuffs and send my lil' brother home and off meet Linda, her boyfriend and Iwan at near Linda place. And off home sweeet homeeeee ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I kinda miss him, kinda. I just don't know how am I suppose to elaborate this feelings. It's freaking weird and afterall just face it. Standing strong babeh ^^ and yesyes, I'm sorry because I hold your phone this long. Will be giving you back few days time or before you went for your band camp :\&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TwhfNASyn3s/Tfkaj3tAZ2I/AAAAAAAAAvs/nNwKIgSFqlc/s1600/DSC00026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TwhfNASyn3s/Tfkaj3tAZ2I/AAAAAAAAAvs/nNwKIgSFqlc/s320/DSC00026.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;cuteeeeeeeeeee kan? hahahah! Udin jakon habes and popoh, malumalu. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;other photos with cousin. will be uploading soon ok? ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-2573874725116730756?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/2573874725116730756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=2573874725116730756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/2573874725116730756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/2573874725116730756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2011/06/mistakes-that-ive-made.html' title='Mistakes that Ive made'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jnHhlaisyCk/TfkUjSrgyuI/AAAAAAAAAvo/M11UTbQZALI/s72-c/Picture+1522.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-6676707459419675593</id><published>2011-06-04T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T13:40:48.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The best for you.'/><title type='text'>Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*Wave hand* Hello Readers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DdwFjPJhUVM/TeqREM4pFoI/AAAAAAAAAvc/qvFfETfnKQ0/s1600/254473_177308208989934_100001322693929_397554_7062754_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DdwFjPJhUVM/TeqREM4pFoI/AAAAAAAAAvc/qvFfETfnKQ0/s320/254473_177308208989934_100001322693929_397554_7062754_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Linda's TradeMark ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy One MonthSary Baby. LindaAfir &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;See, you both have gone through many challenges and obstacles together and I'm proud to say that you guys managed to survive within this one month. Although it's just one month, but do you guys ever know what have they gone through all this while? The hard times, ever challenges, one by one obstacles. Although something nearly happen, but still I'm proud of them. Lat baby, I know you can. Baby, stay happy always ok? Nomore fight please? Iloveyouboth ok? &amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jDALiazog4g/TeqSyNmOC0I/AAAAAAAAAvg/uY_bR66ZG88/s1600/247055_1905982201768_1008169068_31865044_3266461_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jDALiazog4g/TeqSyNmOC0I/AAAAAAAAAvg/uY_bR66ZG88/s320/247055_1905982201768_1008169068_31865044_3266461_n.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I&lt;i&gt; miss this Bloody Guy name, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Sollahien&lt;/span&gt; please? )):&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I miss this guy so much. I have some conflicts with him and we already talk things out yesterday. It's my fault and I'm sorry Ein. How worst the situation is, how much misunderstanding we had all this while, how many obstacles that we've gone through all this while, e.g ( lost contact). Never ever in my mind, to give up on this friendship. But all I ever asked myself is this question, "Does he ever know how much does this friendship meant to me?" Now I asked you, does you know how much I treasure this friendship? I treasure it alot than you do. I love this friendship alot than you do. I miss our friendship alot than you do. I want this friendship to stay always than you ever know and do. Now you know, how much ever care about this friendship and how big does it means to me? Just observed it and you will understand. Who ever is going to bring our friendship down, I swear I gonna fight for it, No matter whatever brings me down. If you're were ever to say,"This is just a friendship and we are just a normal friends. You still have many guy friends out there way better." You know what, I've already told you countless of times - You're One In A Million. No One can be like you do. You are different from others. I hold you tight and don't want to lose a grip. I'm sorry for every causes that was made. I'm the one to be blame and I'm sorry about it. Smile always, Ein. &amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Moving on with life right now. I just can't be standing here and having a high hope from you. No I can't. Once is enough, no twice please. And in sudden, started to miss someone, awwwwwwwwwww &amp;lt;3 I miss you please ^^&amp;nbsp;&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/2524430566919008123-6676707459419675593?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/6676707459419675593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=6676707459419675593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/6676707459419675593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/6676707459419675593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2011/06/wish.html' title='Wish'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DdwFjPJhUVM/TeqREM4pFoI/AAAAAAAAAvc/qvFfETfnKQ0/s72-c/254473_177308208989934_100001322693929_397554_7062754_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-700570654108707804</id><published>2011-06-03T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T12:17:16.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I still missing you.'/><title type='text'>My best</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zejazLt0B9Q/Tekm3K3reOI/AAAAAAAAAvU/pZYpZC0TwB4/s1600/227554_169055053155525_1000015309uh5rtefhbwre35813_426178_2036125_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zejazLt0B9Q/Tekm3K3reOI/AAAAAAAAAvU/pZYpZC0TwB4/s320/227554_169055053155525_1000015309uh5rtefhbwre35813_426178_2036125_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I Love The Way He Move, Cause He Rock My Life &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hello, Peace! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Life&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So yes, have already settle every of our misunderstanding with each other and hopefully we gonna be like we use to last time. I miss the old us please? Do you guys know that? I miss it alot. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;So yeah, right now hanging out with Linda, her Boyfriend and Ery, Linda ITE friend. We've been gossip about alot of peoples, hahahaha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Not in good terms with My Best. Had some arguement abit and just now we talk things out and yes, everything is ok back, as per normal, hopefully. I'm sorry Ein, I'm truly sorry. Miss you please?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2 path way to choose. It's either to stay, or to move on. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-700570654108707804?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/700570654108707804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=700570654108707804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/700570654108707804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/700570654108707804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-best.html' title='My best'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zejazLt0B9Q/Tekm3K3reOI/AAAAAAAAAvU/pZYpZC0TwB4/s72-c/227554_169055053155525_1000015309uh5rtefhbwre35813_426178_2036125_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-8790989678358663667</id><published>2011-05-31T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T23:13:02.962-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The best for you.'/><title type='text'>Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ES6jcfSSD_Y/TeXT1nk-xXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/OBH5iZPvxpY/s1600/Picnik+collagedwqxqa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ES6jcfSSD_Y/TeXT1nk-xXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/OBH5iZPvxpY/s400/Picnik+collagedwqxqa.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Remember this always, if thats what you wanna do and you've already think through it, ok then. we will just follow the flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Life&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Life has been mess up for me. Misunderstanding and damn fuck up with everything. Is this the way you wanna avoid us? Is this the way you wanna lost contact with us? And as for you, this is what i receive? Im disappointed in you babe, you know that? You're not in my situation, and you won't know how it feels. Remember this always, "&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;Fi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: 11px; font-style: italic; line-height: 14px;"&gt;nd me when you're in need of help and ditch me for someone else when you felt better. I am not a tissue paper which you can take and throw. Remember, I was the one that you turned to when you're in confusion state. I'm the one you turned to when you almost gave up on Love. If you think you've made the wrong move of sharing your problems with me, you can find someone else who can understands you like I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Truly, im so disappointed. You said that you've made the biggest mistake. Thankgod babe, thanks alot. You're my truly friend. Say whatever you gonna say, I don't give a damn. I'm gonna follow the flow, as you wish.If this what you want, ok then.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;i'm missing My Best please ): I miss him so damn much. I miss my BestG, I miss my Abang Fir, I miss the old us girls. Where is it? where? Haissh, I gave up.&amp;nbsp;&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/2524430566919008123-8790989678358663667?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/8790989678358663667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=8790989678358663667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/8790989678358663667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/8790989678358663667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2011/05/wish.html' title='Wish'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ES6jcfSSD_Y/TeXT1nk-xXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/OBH5iZPvxpY/s72-c/Picnik+collagedwqxqa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-6168384895885884935</id><published>2011-05-23T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T16:52:41.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i will hold on to'/><title type='text'>My best</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ALUhX-RiZBQ/Tdrswo9eQKI/AAAAAAAAAvM/h4xxgaZsvZE/s1600/248150_169058366488527_100001530935813_426244_2627662_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ALUhX-RiZBQ/Tdrswo9eQKI/AAAAAAAAAvM/h4xxgaZsvZE/s320/248150_169058366488527_100001530935813_426244_2627662_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Good Morning People's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Check time- 7.25am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Still early going to school lah, hahaha. So yeaah, let's get to the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Life&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Life is now normal for me. There's fun, sadness and others. Yesterday, meet Juriah up at Lakeside and after that we went to MacDonald to grab some foods cos I'm fucking hungry. after that, we went to Linda's voide deck and waited for Linda bf. and then we proceed to her house. reach her house, enter and get to know that she's still sleeping. maybe she is still in a weak situation. Do have a well rest babeh,&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; sayang kau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;lt;3 Linda bf went to her room and wake her up, hahahaha, dah mcm laki bini ohhh ~ As for me and Juriah, we're enjoying our meal, yummy. ^^ after that, Linda bf went off as he wanted to go to Boon Lay first and as for me, Linda and Juriah, we stay at Linda place first and let Linda had her meal first then we proceed to her bf place. So, do this and that, off we went out. Reach at her &amp;nbsp;bf place, waited for him and we proceed to 711 but her bf didnt tag along. so only the three of us. bought a big bottle of drinks and we proceed to her bf place. after that, accompany Juriah meet her adopted brother at Boon lay MRT. and then proceed to Linda bf place. we sat at RC near at Linda bf place and Juriah and her adopted brother had some chitchatting. And after that, sit here and there, Linda and her bf come along and sit with us. after that, we proceed to Blangla Park. Find the suitable place and sit. after that, we play true or dare. The dare part was fun. Linda and Juriah, sorry for the dare part. and after that, went to Linda bf house to get Juriah bag and off we went off to send Linda home. While walking, Ein called me up. chitchat with him here and there and his making this cute freaking fucking voice! &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Geram aku!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; hahahahaha. ^^ thats all that I can share about my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Guys, I'm sorry if I ditch you guys just for my phone calls. There won't be next time. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Love? Feelings? I just can't describe any of it right now. yes, i admit that I'm still missing My Best. It's hard for me to forget about him for all what we've gone through together? Nononononon, I won't. I will still hold on to it as how many obstacles coming through. I don't give a fucking damn. ILoveYou,&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;P&lt;/i&gt;.s;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Life may be easy for you to find love. but it's hard for you to forget your love ones. ones you hold it, don't you ever let it go. ones you let it go, there's no use for regretting. fight for your love ones. how much obstacles coming through, endure and ignore it. just go through it together. &amp;lt;3&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/2524430566919008123-6168384895885884935?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/6168384895885884935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=6168384895885884935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/6168384895885884935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/6168384895885884935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-best_23.html' title='My best'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ALUhX-RiZBQ/Tdrswo9eQKI/AAAAAAAAAvM/h4xxgaZsvZE/s72-c/248150_169058366488527_100001530935813_426244_2627662_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-1295071451032664689</id><published>2011-05-21T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T10:38:26.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='still .'/><title type='text'>I hold you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v9rXYd61r_M/Tdfwm3vugDI/AAAAAAAAAvI/5Vb1JCVpsUM/s1600/227568_221025597909298_100000055780130_918787_2627498_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v9rXYd61r_M/Tdfwm3vugDI/AAAAAAAAAvI/5Vb1JCVpsUM/s320/227568_221025597909298_100000055780130_918787_2627498_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nur Farhanna Hanif &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;17 May 2011&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This girl who people called her Panda. The name was actually was given by Linda boyfriend, when they first start to tease each other at class. And from there, the Panda name was called. And this girl, she loves to manja, and majuk with us. Cute kan? hahahahs, ok jangan kembang please? ^^ Happy 17th Birthday Nur Farhanna Hanif. I know that you're having your hard time now facing *insertname*. Stay strong ok? I will support you all the way baby. I know you can. Don't give up easily ok babe? Loveyoubaby &amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So yeah, meet Linda up at her place. And we chitchat here and there and we have our open talk. &amp;nbsp;Laugh here and there while waiting for her boyfriend to reach her place. at 10pm, her boyfriend reach and off we went to Makan Shoik. I had my carrot cake and had our steamboat. Linda's boyfriend treat us today. Thankyou very the much and now I'm freaking full and had stomache. Currenty, bored right now. Off, toilet. Stomache gyler! Peace Out ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-You're One In A Million &amp;lt;3&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/2524430566919008123-1295071451032664689?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/1295071451032664689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=1295071451032664689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/1295071451032664689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/1295071451032664689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2011/05/nur-farhanna-hanif-17-may-2011-this.html' title='I hold you'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v9rXYd61r_M/Tdfwm3vugDI/AAAAAAAAAvI/5Vb1JCVpsUM/s72-c/227568_221025597909298_100000055780130_918787_2627498_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-1757477768832211961</id><published>2011-05-17T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T10:57:33.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you&apos;re one in a million'/><title type='text'>my best</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-odpq73zm8h4/TdKu46GXZDI/AAAAAAAAAt0/sfVy-FkhdfA/s1600/Hahaha%2521%25281264%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-odpq73zm8h4/TdKu46GXZDI/AAAAAAAAAt0/sfVy-FkhdfA/s320/Hahaha%2521%25281264%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No words could be express how what I feel right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hello readeers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Sorry for not updating my blog recently. Been busy with stuffs and laaaaaaaziness ^^ Oh well, life been so great nowadays. Let's get to the story, shall we? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Life&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Been so great. I do really enjoy my life right now. Oh, I'm so loving it babeh. I'm missing bestG right now, awwwwwwww. Went and meet Juriah at her place. After that, went to Jurong Point and meet Linda and her bf. So, me and Juriah waited for them outside coffee bean while we having smoke break. After that, proceed to banquet and meet Wan, Nyah and Black. Ahhhh, missing Nyahh. Meet her and she gave me a tight hug, awwwww. Love you nyah (: After that, we went MacCafe. Chill there for awhile, then proceed to pondok. Chitchat here and there, and off we went Boon Lay. For? Karaoke lorh! hahahas. After that, send Juriah to busstop and off we went home. Really enjoy today ^^. I love you guys please ((: &amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I miss my ITE friends. I miss Sollahien and most of all, I miss my PPG please &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Could I ever hold you? Could I ever stand still and lead with my own life? May i or not, let I'm the one who decide it. Love is not about comparing or just to get a name of relationship. it's not even a game. Enduring and enduring is all that I can do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Last word&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;If &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;ou were ever know where to find me, just call out my name. When you feel like finding me, just find me. But, if you can't find me, means you are in the wrong path way and you're lost. Make the right decision before going to that path. Because, once you choose that path, there's no way of turning back. If you were ever to be regret, asked this question to yourself. In the first place, why you choose that path? There's should always be a reason to your decision. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;You're The Best, Among The Rest-You're One In A Million.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAY PEACE BE UPON YOU.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-1757477768832211961?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/1757477768832211961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=1757477768832211961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/1757477768832211961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/1757477768832211961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-best_17.html' title='my best'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-odpq73zm8h4/TdKu46GXZDI/AAAAAAAAAt0/sfVy-FkhdfA/s72-c/Hahaha%2521%25281264%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-6202642923093055839</id><published>2011-05-11T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T11:28:32.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i need you ):'/><title type='text'>My best,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zuxEVJ74OOE/TcrCPaFoA8I/AAAAAAAAAts/N2hV5vSwVE4/s1600/my+best.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zuxEVJ74OOE/TcrCPaFoA8I/AAAAAAAAAts/N2hV5vSwVE4/s320/my+best.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;M&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;y best and I'm freaking misses you, friend. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;The first display picture at your Facebook when we get to know each other, 040710 ^^.The day that we chat with each other non-stop. Laugh non-stop and the day when we exchange our number. We texting with each other non-stop. The next day, receive a text from you and I was smiling all the way. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Do enjoy texting with you because you will always makes me smile, never fail. Too much sweet message, happy moments, sad moments that we've shared together. Yes, we do have conflicts, misunderstanding with each other. But we didn't give up to main things up together, we talk things out together. You are One In A Million. You know why? You are different form other guys that I've known. It's not that I'm comparing although it sounds like it is, but its true baby. You are different. You have your own way to make me smile, cheer me up when I'm down, be there for me when I'm down. Your smile, laughter, messages, late night calls do really brighten up my day. I just can't bare to lose you because You're The Best, Among The Rest. Still remember this line? It's true Ein, and I'm not lying. Yes, I admit that I do know alot of guys. But you're different Ein. Still remember the time whereby you went missing for a few weeks or a month? Im missing you so damn fucking much. I still remember the time where we went for Hari Raya outing with your cousins and friends. Do really enjoy it. You make my day, always Ein. I miss youuu, I missing you freaking much. Could we maintain in this kind of situation? No one could ever could ever take over your place, No One. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkEjSQwq0LY/TcrI1e4I6VI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yZk36TSpL2k/s1600/mpkl%253B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkEjSQwq0LY/TcrI1e4I6VI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yZk36TSpL2k/s320/mpkl%253B.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Life been so fucking damn, arrrrrrrrgggggggh! Can I stop everything and start everything all over again from square one? Many things that I've to gone through with. TskTsk. )):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAY PEACE BE UPON YOU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-6202642923093055839?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/6202642923093055839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=6202642923093055839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/6202642923093055839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/6202642923093055839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-best.html' title='My best,'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zuxEVJ74OOE/TcrCPaFoA8I/AAAAAAAAAts/N2hV5vSwVE4/s72-c/my+best.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-1450509025665400167</id><published>2011-04-26T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T10:00:50.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iloveyou'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sumpah'/><title type='text'>Numata-Raja Jatuh Cinta Cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/I1Cx_spmtlw?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKpIvCuzVko/Tbb4q8BVYRI/AAAAAAAAAtk/dfljstcoYsk/s1600/3fds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKpIvCuzVko/Tbb4q8BVYRI/AAAAAAAAAtk/dfljstcoYsk/s400/3fds.jpg" width="211px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Nowadays, people doesn't know how to appreciate what we had done for them. And when you're absent, they will intend you take over your place and rule it and when you are present, they will act good infront of you. Awwww, that's type of old fashion baby. What are you trying to do? You want fame? If that's what you want, tell me baby. Hahahah, please babe. act matured. You're 17, not 15 years old. I'm not trying to be rude or whatsoever but please, there's always a limit to my patience. So, don't over do it. Till now, I can be patience with it. Don't you ever step over my head girl. ((:&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/2524430566919008123-1450509025665400167?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/1450509025665400167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=1450509025665400167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/1450509025665400167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/1450509025665400167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2011/04/numata-raja-jatuh-cinta-cover.html' title='Numata-Raja Jatuh Cinta Cover'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/I1Cx_spmtlw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-2932271779256525169</id><published>2011-04-25T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T10:32:41.330-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I will let it be my future.'/><title type='text'>My Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ6cBPfL6D8/TbWfga12KsI/AAAAAAAAAtU/yfr2ZvHIPBA/s1600/Hahaha%2521%25281264%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ6cBPfL6D8/TbWfga12KsI/AAAAAAAAAtU/yfr2ZvHIPBA/s320/Hahaha%2521%25281264%2529.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the world turns round, my heart keeps on saying. 'Leave your past and move on with your future ahead.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;How much longer much I kept this missing feeling that I had? I can't stand it any longer. I wish that I could hug you and let you know how much I miss you alot. Could I boy? I miss you so damn fucking much. That meeting that we had, wasn't that enough. We just get to meet each other just for alot and a little chat we had. Well, that meeting is fcuking last minute, takleh salahkan ohh. But, I still can't believe with my own eyes that you actaully peeeeeees your ear man. I was so damn shocked man. And till now, I still can't believe that you actual do that man.&amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a42MzqjqQl4/TbWmMtr7r8I/AAAAAAAAAtY/C887XXlf-qk/s1600/64323_1518448513668_1008169068_31272240_994570_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a42MzqjqQl4/TbWmMtr7r8I/AAAAAAAAAtY/C887XXlf-qk/s320/64323_1518448513668_1008169068_31272240_994570_n.jpg" width="254px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The person who I always look up to. The person who I will never ever forget because he use to rock my world. His the person who use to comfort me. His the reason why I will always say, 'You the best, among the rest'. No one else can replace you my friend. you meant alot to me and I swear, till now no one ever replace your place. You are still the best my dear friend. Whatever happen last time, was past. I'm looking future ahead. You know what? I miss you damn fucking much, you know? When I was down, you will always be there for me. You will never, ever fail to cheer me up. And I wish that, everyday will be a new day for me and you will me smile when I receieve your text. You know how important our friendship towards me? It meants alot to me dude. I miss your smile, I miss your laughter, I miss your voice, I miss our late night calls, I miss our late night text. And you know what I miss the most, listening to your lecturing at me. Many things that I could list here but yes, I won't. I don't want to be the old girl that you know last time. The girl who is emo shit with all the post and gets you irritated. I'm sorry for all that. Now, I've already learn to maintain everything. When you enter in my life, many things that I've learn. Be more patience, control my emotion. I never regret knowing you in my life. No one can be the best than you do. You are still the best, among the rest. Till now, i still haven't found the bestest that could take over your place. Cause I know, there's no one else that could be like you do. Trust me, you are One In&amp;nbsp; A Million. ^^ -Peace out My Dear&amp;nbsp;Friend, &amp;nbsp;Eien Otty &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nkolaeG9ync/TbWtZJpmnvI/AAAAAAAAAtc/7VtJrOgWHxc/s1600/Picture+1217.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nkolaeG9ync/TbWtZJpmnvI/AAAAAAAAAtc/7VtJrOgWHxc/s320/Picture+1217.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Linda Bte Mohamed;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We shared everything together. I learn so much thing from you. And almost everyday we meet up but I don't feel 'jelak' at all. We are like siblings towards each other. We laugh together, fight, conflicts, doing stupid things, cried and most of all we will be there for each other all the time. I love you babe. Do you know how much I love you? You meant alot to me babe. You meant the whole world to me. You are half of my life. And I really treasure our friendship that we had spend together all this while. No one can replace you my&amp;nbsp; BestG, sumpah ILoveYou. &amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAY PEACE BE UPON YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-2932271779256525169?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/2932271779256525169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=2932271779256525169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/2932271779256525169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/2932271779256525169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-past.html' title='My Past'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ6cBPfL6D8/TbWfga12KsI/AAAAAAAAAtU/yfr2ZvHIPBA/s72-c/Hahaha%2521%25281264%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-9166911905898370992</id><published>2011-04-21T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T10:39:45.868-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='still smile.'/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-daeUnm4zzSc/TbBeGI18bhI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/jwmTa6GJx3U/s1600/DSA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-daeUnm4zzSc/TbBeGI18bhI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/jwmTa6GJx3U/s320/DSA.jpg" width="168px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I cried today. I cried because I just can't stand the things that I have been enduring all this while. do you ever be in my shoe? I do have feelings to you know that? I can endure with it and be patience with it but there's always a limit to my patience. I can't just fight back whatever you said. So I just kept my mouth shut and do my household chores and after that off I went out. Release all my stress up. Meet Afir, Juriah, Linda and Yana. Linda, thanks for the advice that you've gave me and thanks for listening to my story. I love you babe &amp;lt;3 . Meet them at Afir place and after that we chitchat here and there and after that, meet JayJay and the rest. Awwwww, tappi sayang nyeh tak daapat jumpe Atifah Zunna. Rinduuuuuuu uuuuuu oh Atifah Zunna ^^.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Go and fetch JayJay all at Wendy and off we went bring them to meet Linda all. After that, proceed to 652A and chill there. Laugh here and there, tears that was shred. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I miss my dear friend. My dear friend, I miss you. Stay there, don't be sad. Stay strong baby, don't fall. One day, you will find someone who can makes you happy in your life and rock your life. ^^ Smile always, stay cool like you use to be. I know you will always be. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Nana Fanaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~ &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Tweeet Tweeeet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ^^ Her favourite word. Nice knowing you Nanaaaaa. Nanaaaaaaaaa cuteeeeeeeee ohh ~ hahahahs. *Nana kembang jap* Patrick Star Fish ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Linda babeh,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks for being there for me all the times. I do really appreciate it babe. All the conflicts that we've gone through together, I still love you babe. No one can replace you place where I stay reserved it as BestBabehAlways &amp;lt;3 I.Love.You.Babeh.Com.Sg. Tomorrow gonna sleep over at your place. Tomorrow I'm gonna start my work already. Arrrrrghhhhhhhhhh~ Fetch me up please babe, hahahhahs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ok, I will end my update for now. Till here;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;MAY PEACE BE UPON YOU.&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/2524430566919008123-9166911905898370992?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/9166911905898370992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=9166911905898370992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/9166911905898370992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/9166911905898370992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2011/04/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-daeUnm4zzSc/TbBeGI18bhI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/jwmTa6GJx3U/s72-c/DSA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-3572609999366169106</id><published>2011-04-19T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T09:24:15.872-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Like you use to.'/><title type='text'>Move it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JlD2HDlnIA8/Ta2hM3DG58I/AAAAAAAAAtE/QQj7BweCKds/s320/Picture+1262.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Let everything be as back to square one. I just can't take it anymore. Move on with my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hello Readers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ok, I'm back readers. Sorry for not updating blog this few days and weeks. Busy with stuff and i have many things to handle right now. Ok, moving on with my stories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Person Who use To Rock My World;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-31zgiU3uO2Q/Ta2jqPycMfI/AAAAAAAAAtI/28s1nSwO51s/s1600/36243_1660260378876_1008169068_31539598_1404846_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-31zgiU3uO2Q/Ta2jqPycMfI/AAAAAAAAAtI/28s1nSwO51s/s320/36243_1660260378876_1008169068_31539598_1404846_n.jpg" width="200px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sollahien; The person who use to rock my life always, without failing.The person who makes me smile, throughout the day. The person who will always be there for me to comfort me when I'm down. The person who I always called, 'You're the best, among the rest.' The&amp;nbsp;person who I never to stop smiling. he really makes my day brighter and he is the one that I wanted to called, bestfriend. The moment that we had, The time that we spend, The message that we send each other, The laughter that we shared together, The word zombie that we use to call each other. The person who I will always look forward to meet up. I miss you so damn freaking much my dear friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sollahien, Thanks for everything that we had spend together all this while. I really appreciate it alot my dear friend. Don't be sad ok dear guy? Smile always. Don't worry, if you need any listening hear. I will always be ready to lend you my ear to listen to your story and will try to solve it together ok? I miss you ok? (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8dnm2xGjtbo/Ta8GNaPW90I/AAAAAAAAAtM/sRfievgqOds/s1600/217019_196065380429078_100000768535759_459186_7270787_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8dnm2xGjtbo/Ta8GNaPW90I/AAAAAAAAAtM/sRfievgqOds/s320/217019_196065380429078_100000768535759_459186_7270787_n.jpg" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;JayJay Qatek; Mane kau menghilang oit???&amp;nbsp; Akuh rindu kau ohh ~ Nice meeting you and the rest just now. Awww, I miss you guys man. Meet up again tomorrow ok? heheheeh ^^ Nana Fana cuteeee ~ Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay ! I dislike you ok?&amp;nbsp;Dah sombong ah orang tuhh. hahahahs. Last Long ok pendek? Thanks for being there when I'm down. I do really appreacite it alot shortie. ^^ sayang kau budak P.E.N.D.E.K , B.A.B.I , M.O.N.Y.E.T ! &amp;lt;3 Oh yes, gamba upload please? Bile nak upload gamba ni? lame ohhhhhhhhhhh! ~ grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ! hahahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Currently, listening to Ein favourite song that he use to give to- My Love; Sallys. hahahahahs ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;MAY PEACE BE UPON YOU&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/2524430566919008123-3572609999366169106?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/3572609999366169106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=3572609999366169106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/3572609999366169106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/3572609999366169106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2011/04/move-it.html' title='Move it'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JlD2HDlnIA8/Ta2hM3DG58I/AAAAAAAAAtE/QQj7BweCKds/s72-c/Picture+1262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-6269669636191903705</id><published>2011-03-13T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T19:02:35.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to you is hard.'/><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lj9G_WLMte4/TX1wsRUwbRI/AAAAAAAAAtA/AqetVM9dNkc/s1600/190512_153095298084834_100001530935813_323254_4515843_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lj9G_WLMte4/TX1wsRUwbRI/AAAAAAAAAtA/AqetVM9dNkc/s320/190512_153095298084834_100001530935813_323254_4515843_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the world turns upside down, You use to be there for me. But now, you're gone, no one to comfort me nomore. )':&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hello readers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Let's get back to the loveeely old story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Muhammad Sollahein. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I miss the the way you smile. I miss the way you laugh. I miss the way you jokes with me. I&amp;nbsp;miss the way you call me, ZOOOMBIIE! I miss everything about you. I miss our conversation. and now that you're gone, I feel like giving up in our friendship. I get news that you gonna patch back with your ex and you're ignoring me. yes, i'm giving up. Say whatever you want to say about me. I don't care nomore because you also don't give a fucking shit daamn to me, sooo? I just don't know why all this while I have to care about you, stay strong in this friendship&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;when you, yourself don't give a fucking shit daamn care to me? Haiisssh! I must be blind in our friendship last time. Many things that we've gone through and I'm always the only one who have to find you. But you? You don't give a daaamn to me. I want to give up, but I can. But now, I have to. I can't take it nomre because I've kept this&amp;nbsp;feelings for a long time already. I never regret knowing you in my life because I've told you before that, You're the best that i've had. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hello!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Jaaay&lt;/span&gt;, thanks for being there for me. i really appreacite it alot ok? Oit Tikus! I miss youuuuuuuuuuu! Hahahas! I miss &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Ez Tic,&lt;/span&gt; I miss &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Atifah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Natraaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;/span&gt; Hahahahahahs!&amp;nbsp;By the waaay Jaaay, all the best in you new relationship ok? Haiissssh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do you have to elaborate it on facebook? We're already talk things out together right? And now, you making the matter more big. How? Your sister ain't happy with it. It's just a small matter anyway and you elaborate it through facebook, haiiyaaa!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2 April 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pack with many plans. But I'nm going to Linda place's, for suree. Don't worry ok? (: &amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-large;"&gt;May Peace Be Upon You! &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/2524430566919008123-6269669636191903705?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/6269669636191903705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=6269669636191903705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/6269669636191903705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/6269669636191903705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2011/03/saying-goodbye.html' title='Saying Goodbye'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lj9G_WLMte4/TX1wsRUwbRI/AAAAAAAAAtA/AqetVM9dNkc/s72-c/190512_153095298084834_100001530935813_323254_4515843_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-2014767873817726602</id><published>2011-03-01T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T19:57:05.882-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The smile i&apos;ve ever wanted.'/><title type='text'>the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-MlK5ysUC3cc/TBMdC3I0KrI/AAAAAAAAAlg/ptB1Q8MzfiQ/s1600/untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="143" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-MlK5ysUC3cc/TBMdC3I0KrI/AAAAAAAAAlg/ptB1Q8MzfiQ/s400/untitled.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Uw_lNRBKDl0/TW254WyKZeI/AAAAAAAAAs8/pp9BxecSGv0/s1600/183060_10150106310793796_603683795_6188236_3630809_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Uw_lNRBKDl0/TW254WyKZeI/AAAAAAAAAs8/pp9BxecSGv0/s320/183060_10150106310793796_603683795_6188236_3630809_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;As the worlds goes round, my life stared to change alot day by day., week by week. And time flies that fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you beest bully. I miss you teasing me. ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2HKCbRiwAuM/TKcQNg5UEsI/AAAAAAAAAsk/FAm8PYRmxOg/s1600/29255_1387973091864_1008169068_30964722_1072205_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2HKCbRiwAuM/TKcQNg5UEsI/AAAAAAAAAsk/FAm8PYRmxOg/s320/29255_1387973091864_1008169068_30964722_1072205_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;I miss Muhammad&amp;nbsp; Sollahien! My deear friend, i miss youu so much. If only you know how much I miss youu. :( I swear, i miss you so muuuch! Haissh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Till here I end. ):&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/2524430566919008123-2014767873817726602?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/2014767873817726602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=2014767873817726602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/2014767873817726602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/2014767873817726602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2011/03/world.html' title='the world'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-MlK5ysUC3cc/TBMdC3I0KrI/AAAAAAAAAlg/ptB1Q8MzfiQ/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-8658511077779629885</id><published>2011-02-21T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T17:34:01.297-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It suppose to be'/><title type='text'>Make it The wayy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-djzDz0lw_tc/TWMJZVhti8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/LriBtE7Smds/s1600/180943_10150097433718796_603683795_6097589_3169059_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-djzDz0lw_tc/TWMJZVhti8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/LriBtE7Smds/s320/180943_10150097433718796_603683795_6097589_3169059_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make the world go C.R.A.Z.Y !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hello readers! Wow, it"s been a long time since I update my blog, hah! hehehe, well lazy lahh. So yeahh, ITE life started already and it's a new life for me to face with. And yeees, I've met many strange peoples around me and fuun people too. Well, thats ITE life right? So yeaah, lets get started with my own lovely lifee ok? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Went for dance practice yesterday and I'm still tireeed not because of the dance practice but because my leg is cramp, hahahs!&amp;nbsp;Yesterday was a bit slack dance but it's ok then. Linda went down but she didn't dance but she had valid rerason. So yaahh, this friday I'm having my Team Bulding at Sentosa. *pagypagy buta apeh steam seehh pegyy, damnn* After that, went for practice at RP. Waaaaahhh, cealaaak! leeeeeeceeeeeeh leeeehhh! Sorry guys, I can't attend sheesha this Friday after Sentosaa, sorry banyakbanyak yeeee! Hehehehehs!&amp;nbsp;Yesterday, my best buly didn't comeee. got no one to bully with yesterdaaay. Boreeeeeeeeeeed! but still have fuun.! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friendship lifee. - Muhd Solihin. &amp;lt;3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I somehow miss spending my whole&amp;nbsp;night texting with you. And things change bit by bit. I don't know why. I don't know if you realize it but our friendship totally change. I wish that I could turn back the time and start everything all over again, can I? I miss you soo mucch, do you even notice that? I miss our first chat, I miss texting you every single night; witout fail, I miss calling you every night, I miss calling you Zombiiiie, I miss your laughter, I miss your voice, I miss your smilee, I miss you teasing me, i miss our sweet message and moss of all, I miss our friendship. But things started to change and I'm saaaaad. Why must everything change? Time flies fast and it's gonnna be our 1year of friendship and I'm proud that we could managed to stay strong although we didn't keep in touch. Eventhough you don't even care about me, Our friendship, I'm ok with it. I still want to keep this friendship string as before. I miss you, FRIEND!&amp;nbsp;-counting down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I miss &lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;my beest bullllly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Comeee to school pleaseee, I've no one to bullly witthhhhhh leeehhh, heehs! And I'm fucking serious that, his face is the same as Muhd Solihin face, I sweeeaar mann! Daaaaamnnnn! OkOk, got to goooo! Chatting with Nur Diana currently right now, haahahh! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How can I ever forget our friendship when there's many sweet things happen in our friendship? i&amp;nbsp;can list&amp;nbsp;eveyrthing, verything just say it. &amp;nbsp;I cherish every single moments that we had together, I appreciate every moments that we had, I treasure our friendship. I know you can't be the old Eien I use to know.&amp;nbsp;I don't want every of your attention towards me.&amp;nbsp;For once, I hopee you understand what I meean.- I didn't mean that i wanna be with you as I know already what's the reason (: &amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I miss K1, I miss the old K5, I miss 4T2. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;K5; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;everything started to change after each one of us went to ITE already, whyyyy? I miss the old ussss, can I have it back? without 4T2, there is no K1. Without K1, there will be no K5. I miss ittttt! Eveyrthing that we had, I miss it alottt! yeees, ALOT! :( &amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3 Butt, people doo change. So doo I now. Till here I end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Loveeee;&amp;nbsp; NurulFarhana &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"&gt;MAY PEACE UPON YOU.&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/2524430566919008123-8658511077779629885?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/8658511077779629885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=8658511077779629885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/8658511077779629885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/8658511077779629885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2011/02/make-it-wayy.html' title='Make it The wayy'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-djzDz0lw_tc/TWMJZVhti8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/LriBtE7Smds/s72-c/180943_10150097433718796_603683795_6097589_3169059_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-3359711930221669649</id><published>2010-12-06T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T23:21:59.365-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everytime you dance.'/><title type='text'>Make it move</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TP3UPRQKxNI/AAAAAAAAAss/BHCGGN7SerY/s1600/Hahaha%2521%25281254%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TP3UPRQKxNI/AAAAAAAAAss/BHCGGN7SerY/s320/Hahaha%2521%25281254%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When we already made up our mind, no more turining back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hello, sorry for not updating my blog recently. Been busy with stuffs and no time to update. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Let's get to my lovely beautiful Love Story first ok? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;We didn't contact for nearly 1 month plus and gonna be 2month. I just miss the old us. The story that we use to have. The time whereby we chat non-stop. Texting each other non-stop. And we on the phone every night. The time whereby we had our sweet message together. But evrything change of what I had confess to you the next morning. There's where the changes started. We didn't contact each other that much like we use&amp;nbsp;to. Texting each othere that much like we use to. And i had this feelings that you like her. And on our raya Outing, I really had my great time with you and your friends and Cousin. And in sudden, when you send me home, this questions pops-up through my mind. Asking whether you like her and my feelings was right. You do like her. After knowing that, i put on a fake smile just to make me feel everythings is alright and at the same time, I'm happy for you. cos I know, she can take good care of you much more better than I do. She deserve you. And I knoe, till now, you still love her. You can't get her rid out of your mind. There's this one night, you called me up. We talk here and there and you told me about you and her. Abit sad for me to hear that but i have to be strong. maybe you guys a fate to be together but &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;belum mase die lagy. Insyallah sau hari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (: And now, we already lost contact with each other. if only I could rewind back the past and open a new chapter between us and will not had this feelings anymore. Till now, I still can't forget you. Although we didn't contact each other, you ignore me and whatsoever, I still accept it. You know I will always say, " I will not say a word give up to our friendship, never." Till here, my story ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nexttttttttttttttttttt...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I had already started working at Cathay. I've seen macam-macam people at there. It's quite tiring but it's fun. I'm doing 3D, Linda as Food and Beverage and as for Aida, she is doing Mini Bar. I have to do my closing for 3D and it's quite tiring, I swear. Cousin had already reach S'pore with safe . I miss her. She bought me a necklace and panda keychain, cuteeeeeeeeeeeeee! She bought it at Hong Kong, haah! Linda went for a vacantion and she is coming back today. Oh i miss her man! ♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;End here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;With love; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;NurulFarhana;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-3359711930221669649?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/3359711930221669649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=3359711930221669649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/3359711930221669649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/3359711930221669649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/12/make-it-move.html' title='Make it move'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TP3UPRQKxNI/AAAAAAAAAss/BHCGGN7SerY/s72-c/Hahaha%2521%25281254%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-4671859751077128624</id><published>2010-12-06T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T23:18:49.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ne-Yo - Empty Frames [New 2009, Lyrics]</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/f3yDi_mv2WQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-4671859751077128624?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/4671859751077128624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=4671859751077128624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/4671859751077128624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/4671859751077128624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/12/ne-yo-empty-frames-new-2009-lyrics.html' title='Ne-Yo - Empty Frames [New 2009, Lyrics]'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/f3yDi_mv2WQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-1605962530361063561</id><published>2010-11-04T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T08:35:03.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sorry for the dead blog. Been busy lately and yeahh many things to handle. And for now, blog will be dead for the time being okaey ? Sorry people ! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And finally;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I miss you, Kawan ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&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/2524430566919008123-1605962530361063561?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/1605962530361063561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=1605962530361063561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/1605962530361063561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/1605962530361063561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/11/sorry.html' title='Sorry.'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-3124407937699460289</id><published>2010-10-07T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T06:33:45.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what i feel right now'/><title type='text'>if only you can feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TK3Gde8esDI/AAAAAAAAAso/dEFLba0TbmY/s1600/02062010138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TK3Gde8esDI/AAAAAAAAAso/dEFLba0TbmY/s320/02062010138.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;You won't understand a single thing why I felt this way. It's hard for me to explain to you. Trust me (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hello Readers!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sorry for not updating my blog recently. Been busy with my N'level currently and tomorrow is &amp;nbsp;the last day of my paper! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Enjoy babeh! So yeah, today went out to find whether is there and vacancy jobs. Actually, we are suppose to go and try at Sentosa, but last minute change. We try our luck at Vivo City. So yeahh, do some roundings. And Juriah tired this first shop. I forgot about the name but it sells babies cloths. And after that, we went to&amp;nbsp;Esprit. I try to applied. After feeling in the form, the boss interview us. And maybe, I will start my work next Tuesday. Hahahaha! Next storyyyyyyy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Another 2 more days to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;LINDA MOHAMED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; birthday! :D We will celebrate on the 10 October ok babe? (:&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Hahaha, jgn lupeh ader adat K1&amp;amp;K5 tau!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; hahahaha! And you will have a surprise for you. I don't know you like it or not. But, hopefully you like it. So yeah, after that meet Linda, Mamat, Azhar and Iwan at Jurong for awhile after that went home sweet home. Tomorrow my Maths Paper 2. Ohhhhhh damn it! Still have to do some plannings. Oh stress,! Many things in my head, oh my!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I&lt;i&gt;' sorry for everything. I can't explain to you what's on my mind cos it's very diffcult for me to explain. I;m sorry but I miss you, friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Good Night Readers! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;MAY PEACE UPON YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-3124407937699460289?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/3124407937699460289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=3124407937699460289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/3124407937699460289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/3124407937699460289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-only-you-can-feel.html' title='if only you can feel'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TK3Gde8esDI/AAAAAAAAAso/dEFLba0TbmY/s72-c/02062010138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-7324029939284811603</id><published>2010-10-02T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T04:07:46.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love♥'/><title type='text'>Bila Cinta - OST Lagenda Budak Setan (Female Full Version)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" style="background-image: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/Op0KB_CmAVo/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Op0KB_CmAVo?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/Op0KB_CmAVo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Should I let you, or Should I not? Someone say this to me: &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Jangan lepaskan die. Aku tau, hati kau berat untuk tinggalkan die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; It's true what the person says. I still love you. My feelings towards you won't fade abit, not abit. It's just that, I have my very hard time this and that. Thinking what will happen next and I am stress with everything. I care about you, I cherish every moment with you, I still love you as my, friend. I am not putting high hopes on you, nomore.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt; P.s: I will never ever give up on our friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So yeah, yesterday was my last day of school at Jurongville Secondary. And next Monday, my exams starts and after 8October, everything ends. And yeah, Linda's birthday is coming soon and I don't know what to get for her? Bag? Hahahaha! But then. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;adat tetap adat yeeh. Hahaha, leader tak leader. Mesty kene punyer, tapi kau nyer ader sikt laen skit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hahahahah! Okaye, currently talking with my cousin and she asked me about Abg Sol. I just said that, we are ok. Don't worry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TKcPNvzzf9I/AAAAAAAAAsY/eJRoqcL_H5c/s1600/59451_430176953795_603683795_4845823_3599654_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TKcPNvzzf9I/AAAAAAAAAsY/eJRoqcL_H5c/s320/59451_430176953795_603683795_4845823_3599654_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I love you. No matter how much we fight, how much conflicts we had, I still love you my dear Lynda Mohamed &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TKcPOaDBvzI/AAAAAAAAAsc/h8qvkwPJ9e0/s1600/36983_406020408795_603683795_4241086_6867851_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TKcPOaDBvzI/AAAAAAAAAsc/h8qvkwPJ9e0/s320/36983_406020408795_603683795_4241086_6867851_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I miss you my cute Nurul Asyikin. I love you.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TKcPO79cUNI/AAAAAAAAAsg/BmvKezKXA5U/s1600/40024_425472533795_603683795_4744562_6900650_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TKcPO79cUNI/AAAAAAAAAsg/BmvKezKXA5U/s320/40024_425472533795_603683795_4744562_6900650_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;You're my best ever cousin that I ever had. Although we had some arguments, we will be ok back not even a minute. I love you so much FeeZaKaySiow! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;♥♥ &lt;/span&gt;And last but not least..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TKcQNg5UEsI/AAAAAAAAAsk/nDQP51yOD7Y/s1600/29255_1387973091864_1008169068_30964722_1072205_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TKcQNg5UEsI/AAAAAAAAAsk/nDQP51yOD7Y/s400/29255_1387973091864_1008169068_30964722_1072205_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;How much problems that we have gone through, how much I have shred my tears for you. Your jokes, Your laughter, You smile, The time whereby I think negative about you, The time whereby, we are uncountable, The time whereby you send me home, The time whereby I've get to know that you like *insertname* but I still smile. Our late night calls, I still love you no matter what my dear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Eien Otty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; I love you my, friend. You are still the best from the rest. And I'm sorry for taking your photo, without your permission, heheheeh! :D &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;love; NurulFarhana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;MAY PEACE UPON YOU!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-7324029939284811603?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/7324029939284811603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=7324029939284811603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/7324029939284811603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/7324029939284811603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/10/bila-cinta-ost-lagenda-budak-setan.html' title='Bila Cinta - OST Lagenda Budak Setan (Female Full Version)'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TKcPNvzzf9I/AAAAAAAAAsY/eJRoqcL_H5c/s72-c/59451_430176953795_603683795_4845823_3599654_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-2794687602160175561</id><published>2010-09-29T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T03:56:20.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YOU.'/><title type='text'>Just only</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TKMVi30NWuI/AAAAAAAAAsU/Z_iZO6q89HI/s1600/62465_436853913795_603683795_4987686_2471823_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TKMVi30NWuI/AAAAAAAAAsU/Z_iZO6q89HI/s320/62465_436853913795_603683795_4987686_2471823_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Moving on with my life is easy, but forgetting you is hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;. I tried my best to forget you but it's very hard. The more I want to forget you, much more feelings of missing came. Someone told me this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"kau lupekan die suda.Die pon tak layan kau."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; I've thought of that but it's hard. He meant alot to me and I just can't forget him. I've tried my best to stay calm and act normal, but I can't. Many things have been coming through my mind and I have been thinking many things, this and that. I have a very hard time. You precious too me although we are just friend, a normal friend. I try to like someone else, but I fail. Whatever I do, I try my best to forget you, like someone else, but I fail. It will always returns to you. I just don't know what else to do. I am not strong enough to face it anymore. I feel like giving up, but I can't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You the reason why I won't give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; I'm sorry if everything my Walls is emo shits. I know you are tired of reading it and you get&amp;nbsp;irritated&amp;nbsp;and it's very annoying. I will try my best to find a solution to it. Finally, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Imissyousomuch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I miss the moments we had. I miss messaging you. I miss chatting with you. I miss our late night messages. Do you still remember the first song you let me hear through your phone, Annoying Orange? At that moment I was sad and you cheer me up by letting me hear that song. I was laughing. And do you still remember the time when we first meet? I was shouting out your name at Library but at that moment you went out already, hahaha. Do you still&amp;nbsp;remember&amp;nbsp;our Raya Outing? You were caring my bag and you are doing some hand sign and you make me smile and laugh at the same time. I miss those moments. You called me at this one night. I was so damn shocked. It was my first time received your phone. And we talk here and there but not that much conversations. Maybe, now you are buys with you assignment. It's ok then. I understand. Hope you would take good care of yourself ok?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Peace;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;NurulFarhana.♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;MAY PEACE UPON YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-2794687602160175561?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/2794687602160175561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=2794687602160175561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/2794687602160175561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/2794687602160175561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-only.html' title='Just only'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TKMVi30NWuI/AAAAAAAAAsU/Z_iZO6q89HI/s72-c/62465_436853913795_603683795_4987686_2471823_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-3610564219131324732</id><published>2010-09-25T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T10:42:51.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for me.'/><title type='text'>you're everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TJ4pmIsKB1I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/oVV2CPUFOQc/s1600/59766_436853858795_603683795_4987683_564277_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TJ4pmIsKB1I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/oVV2CPUFOQc/s320/59766_436853858795_603683795_4987683_564277_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;The World's Challenge, Will Never Ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hello Readers;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Sorry for not updating my blog recently. Have been busy and plus lazy to update. Since now I'm freaking bored, so I update. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;251010;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Out Raya with K1 peoples, (Y). So yeah, suppose to meet them early but then I was late. Waiting for my adq to reach home then, I'm off to Linda's crib. While I was on my way there, it started to rain. I called Shidah up and asked her to fetch me at MacDonald. Reach at Linda crib, everyone has already reach there. We ate Mee Soto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;yumyum! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And they have their smoke break and as for me, I was with the others in the house. After that, I went out and we took alot of photos. After that, we proceed to Acun house. On our way there, Shidah and Iwan went and buy something and we waited for them. After that, we continue our journery. We had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sup Tulang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;. Me and Amir, share it together but we didn't take the bone, hehehehe. After that, we went to Shidah's crib. They had their smoke break awhile and the others went up first. Took pictures here and there and after that went to Mila's crib. After that, Ayunn 's crib. Ok, this part everyone is freaking tired already. And Nizam always snap our pictures here and there, ain't you tired? hahahah! FAKE! Sheila, goneee to lalala land and as so as Amir and after that, Linda. After that, we proceed to my crib. After that, we went to Lalat place. Lalat lil' sister is very cuteeeeeeeee man! Reach Lalat place, his mum asked Pipit [his lil sister] who is the best brother?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;His mum: Speh abg paling best?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pipit: Abg yg pki cermin mata besar. Die dukung Pipit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;[ the person was on his way to Lalat place]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;His mum: Speh kak paling best?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pipit: [showing to Aida]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;[the person arrived already]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Everyone: Org nya sudaa smpi! [clapping our hands]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pipit: Ni abg die. Abg ni dukung Pipit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;After that, we went to Iwan cribs. Linda, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;HARDCOREEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;!!!!!! hahahahah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;you know, i know jeh lahh yee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;, hahahah! We went off at 1230 plus and we took 334 home. On my way home. text him. and he said that this week his kinda busy with sch work. It's ok, I understand and I kinda miss you man )): Reach home, take a quick bath, text with Linda and off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*hibernateeeeeeeeee!*.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And as for today, my moood goneeeeee. Had &amp;nbsp;a little argument with Ibu. And my cuzz came and we talk here and there and she is also having problem and just now, she asked me how's me and him. I said that we are ok, as usual. She said that, he is cuteeee, hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Kene puji seyy die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;, hahahahs! Ibu birthdasy is comingggggg sooon :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I kinda miss you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I kinda miss our messages.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I kinda miss your voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I kinda miss chatting with you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;MAY PEACE UPON YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-3610564219131324732?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/3610564219131324732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=3610564219131324732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/3610564219131324732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/3610564219131324732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/09/youre-everything.html' title='you&apos;re everything'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TJ4pmIsKB1I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/oVV2CPUFOQc/s72-c/59766_436853858795_603683795_4987683_564277_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-6613600485124809882</id><published>2010-09-20T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T04:39:35.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for my smile.'/><title type='text'>you the reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TJc9JhuO54I/AAAAAAAAAsI/Ml6GPlOjFlM/s1600/Picture+819.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TJc9JhuO54I/AAAAAAAAAsI/Ml6GPlOjFlM/s320/Picture+819.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I know where my roots are and you won't know how much i miss our moments together ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hello Readers;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sorry for not updating my blog recently. Have been busy with some other things. So yeah, lets drop the topic and move on with the another topic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;171010;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Went out with Eien. It was a last minute invitation from him. After putting down the phone, get ready here and there. I am seriously late to meet him and I really apologize about that, friend. After meeting him and his friend, we proceed to this place near his cousin block area. After meeting them, I saw Salihin, Shazri and some other peoples that I know. Afetr that, we went to their friend house, Suh if I'm not wrong. Wait for the rest and at 6pm, off we went to Shazri house. At 6 plus or 7 if I'm not wrong, we went off and we wait for someone, till 8 plus. Talk with Eien here and there and after that, we went to their friend house at Bukit Batok. After that, went to the other house and off I'm home. We took, 187 and reach lakeside at 11 plus I think. Eien send me home. On our way home, we talk here and there. And suddenly, this one question pops out of my mind. After asking him that question, I feel relieve&amp;nbsp;and after knowing the answer althought it's quite sad and I put a&amp;nbsp;smile on my face just to make&amp;nbsp;me feel&amp;nbsp;better&amp;nbsp;but atleast, I've known the answer. I am happy for you, if you are happy. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thanks for sending me home, friend. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am facing it with my open hearts. After all, we are just friends. Who am i to control who you like, right? And, she deserved you better. Don't worry, I won't give up on our friendship. Your happiness, is my happiness too. May everything go smoothly after this cos i have a bad feelings. A dream that i don't even want it to exsits but it came. Let's hope, it won't happen, Amin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Saying goodbye, wasn't easy. Saying goodbye, is not what I wanted. Don't worry, I'm ok. I happy for you. You are the reason why I am standing strong now, (: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;[tak bedek eh, betolbetol nie]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yesterday, went out with Linda and Juiah. Meet Linda at her house and off we went and meet Juriah.Chat with Linda, here and there and off we meet Juriah and went to basement at Jurong Point. Accompany Juriah buy her earpiece and off we went. Bought some foods and off we went to void deck at student corner. Sit here and there, chitchat here and there, video, took pictures and off we went home. Bus arrived and we took 157 but thennnnnnnnnnn! Something happen, time berjalan oi! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Took bus again and reach Linda place, accompany Linda to sned something and take her laptop and off I went home as she is meeting the others. Text with Linda and blankkkkkkkk! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Today, i didn't attend school and I heard something from Linda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Relak ok babe? Nothing will happen. Remember what I told you yesterday? Ending everything, wasn't a solution. Sabar jehh ok babe? I will always be there for you. Kau sedih, aku pon sedih pasal kau kwn baek aku. aku kesah psl kau. Jangan pkir papeh cos I know, die tetap ingatkan aku. die care psl kau, walo betape terok krg gado. Everyones around you, will always be there for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Your smile, Your laughter, is already enough for me to make me smile. You happy, I'm happy. I love you, friend. She deserve you better cos I know, you really like her. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Love; NurulFarhana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;MAY PEACE UPON YOU.&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/2524430566919008123-6613600485124809882?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/6613600485124809882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=6613600485124809882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/6613600485124809882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/6613600485124809882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-reason.html' title='you the reason'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TJc9JhuO54I/AAAAAAAAAsI/Ml6GPlOjFlM/s72-c/Picture+819.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-3957163097859077182</id><published>2010-09-16T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T22:14:18.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAAF(Radja) With Lyric</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/UWJ6pVxop3k/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UWJ6pVxop3k?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/UWJ6pVxop3k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&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/2524430566919008123-3957163097859077182?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/3957163097859077182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=3957163097859077182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/3957163097859077182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/3957163097859077182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/09/maafradja-with-lyric.html' title='MAAF(Radja) With Lyric'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-7289424396747764155</id><published>2010-09-13T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T05:27:28.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i treasure always'/><title type='text'>the friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TI3_vzEl7aI/AAAAAAAAArY/BNsFnAhC-Fs/s1600/3.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TI3_vzEl7aI/AAAAAAAAArY/BNsFnAhC-Fs/s320/3.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;The songs keeps on playing through my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thanks for being there for me when i am down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thanks for making smile every each day when we text each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You were there when i need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You can't imagine how much i really treasure our friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You meant alot to me and always be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;You are the best, among the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No lies in our friendship am i swear it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'll do my best to be as we use to, i swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I wanna say something to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;There's no one else that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Swept me off my feet like the way you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-My love lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Love; nurulfarhana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-7289424396747764155?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/7289424396747764155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=7289424396747764155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/7289424396747764155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/7289424396747764155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/09/friendship.html' title='the friendship'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TI3_vzEl7aI/AAAAAAAAArY/BNsFnAhC-Fs/s72-c/3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-7584995582360830580</id><published>2010-09-13T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T03:59:18.402-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to our friendship.'/><title type='text'>You meant eveyrthing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TI3ywgkU5OI/AAAAAAAAArQ/upfxpfuAg80/s1600/Picture+878.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TI3ywgkU5OI/AAAAAAAAArQ/upfxpfuAg80/s320/Picture+878.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm sorry for every misunderstanding that we had now. I am still standing strong, facing all the challenges. Ignore all the emo shits that i have wrote at my FB. You know how much I care about our friendship.You know how much i treasure our friendship.I can't deny that i really miss you. I understand that you are busy and your prepaid is low. Don't get me wrong if any of my words says that i am giving up on our friendship. I care for our friendship. Please forgive me with all the misunderstanding that i have done. I'm really sorry. No more words could describe how i feel right now, no more words. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;*tears roll down my cheeks and i felt very guilty towards you.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I know that you can't say anything right now and i understand that. I hope that i could gain back everything like we use to. But i know, it's all need process. I will try my best to do anything to be like we use to be last time. And i'm not giving up. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;[tak ada kata putus dalam kamus hidupku]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have been dreaming about you recently, bad dream. For the second time ever i have been dreaming about you.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, please forgive me;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One after another. Despite all the misunderstanding, I'm still standing strong. Little did I know it will make such a huge impact on you. Although sometimes giving up is the best solution but when I think about it again, I don't think it is. Leaving the problems dangling just like that and left unsaid does not helps a problem to resolve&lt;/i&gt;.-Lynda Villa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till here; nurulfarhana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MAY PEACE UPON YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-7584995582360830580?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/7584995582360830580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=7584995582360830580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/7584995582360830580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/7584995582360830580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-meant-eveyrthing.html' title='You meant eveyrthing'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TI3ywgkU5OI/AAAAAAAAArQ/upfxpfuAg80/s72-c/Picture+878.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-3927753282215818349</id><published>2010-09-11T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T05:53:31.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ends .'/><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TItwO90CODI/AAAAAAAAArI/YCNjvG11D5c/s1600/Picture+883.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TItwO90CODI/AAAAAAAAArI/YCNjvG11D5c/s320/Picture+883.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I have my own reasons why I have to lie to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For everything that you have done for me, i really appreciate it, thanks friend ):&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you still remember the first time we know each other? Do you still remember that you the one who chat with me and ask me how do I know you? From the topic that till ITE and so on. We chat alot of things. We chat non-stop.And we start to exchange our numbers and we from there we know each other. We text each other non-stop. Not a single second that we reply each other late. And this one time your prepaid is low and you asked me to call you but the most sad thing is that you told me we could talk only for 5 mins. And we talk here and there. It's ok, I understand. And that was my very first time talking with you. You told me that anything just give you a call since you can't text me. And there we go, our late night calls. We talk here and there. Do you still the time you let me hear about Glozell? Hahaha, I was laughing and I can't denied that you can remember every of her dialog, hahahah! Do you still remember on your birthday? I message you to meet me at 545pm but end up at 6pm plus. It's ok, I am willing to wait. And that is my 2 ever time saw you in real life. Buuuuut, everything change this one day. We ain't like before, we didn't contact each other that much and our conversation is fading, really fading. I can't describe anymore my feelings towards you. Nomore words that I could describe anymore towards you.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; [dah tak terkate lagy]&lt;/span&gt;. And there go, our friendship, fading and fading. I understand that your prepaid is low and you are busy. I don't want you to think that I am a Attention Seeker or whatsoever. It's not that I want every of you attention towards me. Over all, we are just friends. I understand. The moments that I don't ever-ever want it to happen, but it had already happen, Fading. Everything is fading. I care about you, I really treasure our friendship, I really love you, friend but somehow everything is changing. I just don't understand why. What's happening? Our conversation is fading and what's happening? Somehow, it just feel that you like someone else. I am happy for you, as long as you are happy, I am happy.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt; *While I am typing this, i still remember everything and it is still fresh in my mind and I feel like crying*&lt;/span&gt; .And just now you comment me asking me who do i refer to that post, and I said it's random right? I actually lied. I have my own reasons why I lie towards you. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Till here;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;NurulFarhana♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;MAY PEACE UPON YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-3927753282215818349?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/3927753282215818349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=3927753282215818349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/3927753282215818349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/3927753282215818349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/09/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TItwO90CODI/AAAAAAAAArI/YCNjvG11D5c/s72-c/Picture+883.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-4276997287044397041</id><published>2010-09-06T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T05:50:55.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ending soon.'/><title type='text'>The moments.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TITbjJ9nv1I/AAAAAAAAAqY/RnhOyeR9VAk/s1600/Hahaha!(436).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TITbjJ9nv1I/AAAAAAAAAqY/RnhOyeR9VAk/s320/Hahaha!(436).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If i know the situation will be this kind of way, I will think of the concequences first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hello Readers!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Let me get straight to my lalalala story. So yes, yesterday out with Linda and Juriah. Accompany Linda buy her stuffs and off we went to Bugis Street. We walk here and there and after that ................................. and meet Mamat, Myrah and Nizam cos since they will going to catch a movie at Bugis.We have no idea where to go and last, we headed to MacDonald's. See outside at Mac and at 7, we went and bought our breakfast food. So to kill time, I am in my bored lalala land, took their pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;[Smuer fedup sey, lagy2 Mat! Haaahah, naseb aku dgr ckp kau untok delete tau Ziz, hahahah! (:] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;at 7 sharp, we went and bought our food. Mamat, Myrah and Nizam ate their food as fast as they could so that they won't be late for their movie. After they went off, me and Linda chill at Mac first and after that, we went to 7 eleven to get something and we just chill outside there first and after that we headed to Bugis Junction. We do some roundings and I told Linda that I want to go to Superman shops. Reach there, we shop here and there. Hahaha, we bought alot of things. Afetr that, meet the rest at the same venues and off we went home. Reach Jurong, went to Linda's crib for the moment and off I went home. Had really a great time with Linda and the rest. Wooohoooo!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Today's story.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Had my N-level LC today. First thing in the morning, had our Malay paper 1. Finish at 830a.m and off we went home. at 12 plus, meet the rest at Linda's cribs and off meet Azhar and off we went to school at 1 plus. Had our English LC in the afternoon. And after that, headed to Jurong Point for the moment and off we went home. Tomorrow's paper will be English paper 2 I think if I'm not wrong. Reporting time will be at 945a.m as the paper starts at 10a.m.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- I miss our conversation that we had. I think, I;m gonna give up on you as I am not confident in our situation now. It's very damn complicated. I have no confident that we will be like before we use to. If only I could turn back the time, I wish I could go back to where we first known each other for the fist time. And I would stop at that moment and let it be the only date that remains. But I know that it won't happen anyway. &amp;nbsp;I will always be there for you no matter what happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;040410 ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*.........................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Miss youuuuuu.. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-4276997287044397041?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/4276997287044397041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=4276997287044397041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/4276997287044397041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/4276997287044397041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/09/moments.html' title='The moments.'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TITbjJ9nv1I/AAAAAAAAAqY/RnhOyeR9VAk/s72-c/Hahaha!(436).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-6841273853980482908</id><published>2010-08-28T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T05:50:56.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imissyou.'/><title type='text'>It's all About You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/THj_Cv0yHFI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/DFn8n9GRcKA/s1600/35255_414933243795_603683795_4464713_7795488_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/THj_Cv0yHFI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/DFn8n9GRcKA/s320/35255_414933243795_603683795_4464713_7795488_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;No matter it will takes me edges or what, I will wait for you no matter what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I don't know, there is something in you that's attracts me so much and I, myself not sure what is it. amount all, you are the hardest for me to let you go although we didn't contact that oftens now this days and you have&amp;nbsp;been very busy with your work. No worries, I understand. Somehow, I felt that I really treasure our friendship so much. You meant alot to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, NurulFarhana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Readers, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sorry for not updating my blog and sorry for the dead blog. So yes, finally problems is solve, Amin. Let's all learn for each other mistake. We do makes mistake everytime and from there, we should learn them. So yes, I have already gotten my Prelim's result. Basically, I have done badly for my Prelim's. I fail my Maths, English and EBS, ):&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; For Art, just pass and Malay, I pass, haisss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday meet Linda and off buy something and off we went to busstop. Before that, Linda share stories with me and yes quite sad. It's ok Linda, you are a strong girl and I know that you can face all of this problems. Afetr that text Mamat as we have already aboard the bus and told Mamat to take this bus. And yeahh, saw Zairul in the bus and Linda called Mamat saying that we have already reach his place. Hahahaha, Mamat was running towards Zairul place and one by one choose one partner as for some reasons, hahahaha! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"Barang Baek Punya!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hahahahah, and yeah reach K1 sit here and there and at 1030pm, I went off with my cucu, Naqyam and my son, Ewan. Me and my granddaughter distured my son through out they send me at busstop, hahhaah! We laugh non-stop. Hahahaha, I told my son like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Me: Ewan, bpk kau terok ah. Die pentingkan tangan die yang saket dary kter ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ewan: "ketaweee jeeh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Me: -Distured Ewan-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ewan: kaeykaye aku diam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Me: Ok, let's see baper lame kau leh senyap. (looking at my watch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Me: Distured Ewan again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ewan: Doing some reactions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Me: Kecian anak aku sorang nie, bisu rupenyerr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ewan: Laughing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaah, reach home and I text him. He could only reply for the moment and stop ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today buka, I ate Mee Goreng and Jemput-Jemput, yummyumm! Tomorrow, maybe going out. Meet you guys soon yeahhh? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace Out;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nurulfarhana.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-6841273853980482908?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/6841273853980482908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=6841273853980482908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/6841273853980482908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/6841273853980482908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-all-about-you.html' title='It&apos;s all About You.'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/THj_Cv0yHFI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/DFn8n9GRcKA/s72-c/35255_414933243795_603683795_4464713_7795488_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-4605739806938713678</id><published>2010-08-22T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T06:45:59.242-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='effort'/><title type='text'>memories is left as memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/THEhC5m-xzI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ybbPkJrbHFw/s1600/13432_408325768795_603683795_4301641_6546428_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/THEhC5m-xzI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ybbPkJrbHFw/s320/13432_408325768795_603683795_4301641_6546428_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hello Readers!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Sorry for the dead blog yeahh? So yes, first of all...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;14 August.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/THEiKJcHXUI/AAAAAAAAAqA/OTnFKuzoL4I/s1600/37319_1421134600881_1008169068_31047086_4449707_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/THEiKJcHXUI/AAAAAAAAAqA/OTnFKuzoL4I/s320/37319_1421134600881_1008169068_31047086_4449707_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Happy Birthday Eien Otty!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;May wish you all the best in your life and happy always.. (Y)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Miss you kawan! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And maaf, ambek gamba awak without permission yee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;21 August&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went out yesterday with the guys and girls. Firstly, suppose to meet Aida ar Jurong East at 2pm but end up at 3 plus. After that, meet Aida and guess what? Get text from Acun and meet them at 5.30pm??? What the hell! Me and Aida sit here and there and we plan to call Juriah to join us and end up she can't join us. After that, me and Aida plan to go for rounding taking 334 bus. We board the bus already and guess what? Acun text Aida and said meet them at Jurong Point at 5.30pm. Me and Aida went to Jurong Point, do some rounding, after that accompany Aida and off we went to interchange. Wait for the guys till 6.30pm??? &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Punyer penat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;! Nevermind, &lt;b&gt;lesson to be learn- Confirm with the guys first about the timing first before going out&lt;/b&gt;. After that, they plan to eat at West Coast, but time is precious and Lalat so bising said that he is hungry so we break fast at Jurong Point. We wait for their friend name Faiz and off we went to ind place to break fast. After that, meet Shidah and Azhar at one place and off we went to Geylang. We take train to Joon Koon first cos Mamat want to have a long journey and place to sit. After that, another of their friend join us. Reach Paya Lebar, meet Linda at Joo Chait. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;*panas man!* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. After that, we walk here and there and off we went home. Since, there is nomore trains left, we took bus 51. Had a tired journey and reach Jurong East already, thought that 334 bus is still on cos Mamat said that still on, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;*Mat bbl mcm yee jee, hahah!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; . Me, Linda, Azhar and Shidah took taxi home. Sent Shidah first and me and Linda off walking home. Call Ayah to fetch me home at void deck. Take a bath and off to sleep!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today, for breakfast, I had Mee Bandung! Yumyum! hehehe. Ouh yes, not to forget!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;To you guys;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;You want us to be like before,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;You want the old us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You miss the old us,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Do have some effort to be like before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;You can't depends on fate only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We also have to put an effort on it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Remember that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;To you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;IMISSYOU. "You are the best, among the rest."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;MAY PEACE UPON YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-4605739806938713678?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/4605739806938713678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=4605739806938713678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/4605739806938713678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/4605739806938713678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/08/memories-is-left-as-memories.html' title='memories is left as memories'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/THEhC5m-xzI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ybbPkJrbHFw/s72-c/13432_408325768795_603683795_4301641_6546428_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-3236305418270592607</id><published>2010-08-11T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T00:02:07.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia. (:'/><title type='text'>Kawan (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TGJKCe7MTLI/AAAAAAAAApg/n8jZ4tAYiZc/s1600/Picture+857.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TGJKCe7MTLI/AAAAAAAAApg/n8jZ4tAYiZc/s320/Picture+857.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks people! Thanks for wishing me for my birthday yeaahh? I appreciate it alot guys. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, sorry for making my blog dead for now cos will be busy with my Prelima and Nlevel is just around the corner. -off now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Aku rindu dia ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;I just want to hear that you miss me.&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/2524430566919008123-3236305418270592607?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/3236305418270592607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=3236305418270592607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/3236305418270592607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/3236305418270592607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/08/kawan.html' title='Kawan (:'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TGJKCe7MTLI/AAAAAAAAApg/n8jZ4tAYiZc/s72-c/Picture+857.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-5213552922283673258</id><published>2010-07-31T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T11:46:00.378-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='........'/><title type='text'>Oh Kawan, I miss you. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TFRiEf8jKII/AAAAAAAAApY/MILCDFBAQO0/s1600/23258_603683795_1072_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TFRiEf8jKII/AAAAAAAAApY/MILCDFBAQO0/s320/23258_603683795_1072_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;" I smile, cause I don't want people to know that I am sad. i will always smile no matter what"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello Readers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So yeahh, let me starts today's story okaey? So yeah, I wake up early in the morning and went out with Ibu to Geylang and after that, took 154 bus and went home. I receive text from Linda and Farrah. Sorry, I can't reply your text due to my prepaid is low. I took a nap cos I was damn sleepy and after that, I took taxi from lakeside and when I reach home, I text Linda and Farrah. After that, I online and, guess what? I chat with him. Nyahah, I was so damn happyyyyyy man. But sad thing is that, he will only topup on his birthday? nevermind, I will wait. *sad face* Chat with Lind and Eien and after that went out and meet Linda at her house. After that, wait for Acun to message and we went out. Supposely, we are meeting Acun and Mamat at Acun voide deck but then, when we try to call Acun, we can't get through and Linda suggest to call Hasmir. After that, Linda ask Hasmir to meet us at Acun voide deck and asked Hasmir to call Acun. Afetr that, we went and meet the rest. accompany them buy something and off we went to Nparks. Today's whether is very hot plus sunny. I cannot take it man! Reach Nparks, call Farrah to meet us straight there. At 6 plus, we went to Jurong Point to buy some drinks and after that, meet the guys at Nparks. And the rest of the Dikir Barat's boys came and others too! Hahaha, very happening today, nyhaha! Today, we laugh alot. Gerek lah man! nyhahaha. Okaey, this&amp;nbsp;what happen during night at around 9 plus gonna be at 10.00 pm. Mamat wanted to make a surprise fot Nyah. He wanted to give Nyah a present for their 3rd Monthsary and Mamat asked for an idea. Linda suggest something and it works but then, he said the wrong thing! Hahaha, but eevrything is fine, nyhahah! Happy 3rd Monthsary Mamat Rascal and Myrah Zaini. May Allah bless you guys a happy relationship always, Amin. Okaey, I will end my story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want present on my birthday! hahaha, chey fake! hehehe, you guys wish me and I'm already happy with it. That's is enough for me already (Y)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;- I don't know what to get for you on your birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;- Oh Kawan, i miss you. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;May Peace Upon You- NurulFarhana (Y)&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/2524430566919008123-5213552922283673258?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/5213552922283673258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=5213552922283673258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/5213552922283673258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/5213552922283673258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-kawan-i-miss-you.html' title='Oh Kawan, I miss you. ♥'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TFRiEf8jKII/AAAAAAAAApY/MILCDFBAQO0/s72-c/23258_603683795_1072_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-2673201335219101237</id><published>2010-07-29T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T03:05:51.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Far Away nickelBack lyrics-for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/VxZByfLPdSQ/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VxZByfLPdSQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VxZByfLPdSQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-2673201335219101237?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/2673201335219101237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=2673201335219101237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/2673201335219101237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/2673201335219101237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/07/far-away-nickelback-lyrics.html' title='Far Away nickelBack lyrics-for you.'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-1160121189173174556</id><published>2010-07-29T03:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T03:03:44.268-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the world goes around.'/><title type='text'>imissyou.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TFFMteZ7HbI/AAAAAAAAApQ/yB3SJZgewlQ/s1600/03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TFFMteZ7HbI/AAAAAAAAApQ/yB3SJZgewlQ/s320/03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(I Swear, I Miss You SO Much!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Readers, sorry for not updating my blog recently. Lazy lehhh, nyhahah! So yeah, every problems is solve now. Wooohoooo! So yahh, tomorrow there will be and outing with the girls. We go eat only lerrr, nyhahah! So yeah, our EBS coursework is finally over! Happy Happy! Nyhahha, so yeah, Linda and her bestfriend is back, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;alhamdullillah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (: Please stay this way. And Linda, you should know in the first place, who is the one who started first right? (&lt;em&gt; I hope, you understand what I mean)&lt;/em&gt; So yeah, today gonna have night class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today English class was Superb! Hahaha, I became the police as I have to investigate some matters. Nyhahaa, tomorrow gonna have continue (: Tarandeep and Rahmat group has already present and left with Linda and Hafiz Group. Hahahah, okaeyokaye gonna nah stop here&amp;nbsp;aitees? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;For someone; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I miss you so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;We have not chat with each other for 6 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Oh god! I'm still standing strong waiting for you to topup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;And give me a call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I'm still counting downs to teh day and date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Later you will know what is it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Imysm ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Take care ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-1160121189173174556?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/1160121189173174556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=1160121189173174556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/1160121189173174556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/1160121189173174556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/07/imissyou_29.html' title='imissyou.'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TFFMteZ7HbI/AAAAAAAAApQ/yB3SJZgewlQ/s72-c/03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-2619444009746742858</id><published>2010-07-29T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T03:03:23.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Plan - I Miss You</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W041-YqxWaQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W041-YqxWaQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-2619444009746742858?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/2619444009746742858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=2619444009746742858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/2619444009746742858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/2619444009746742858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/07/simple-plan-i-miss-you.html' title='Simple Plan - I Miss You'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-4021288005448998275</id><published>2010-07-23T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T09:23:01.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='im missing you.'/><title type='text'>The moments that we had still fresh in my mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"&gt;I want to blog about you, But I just can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"&gt;People outside there might think that I am so obsessed with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"&gt;I am missing every single thing that we had spent together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"&gt;I just can't express anymore words to say how much I really missing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"&gt;I am missing you every single day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"&gt;I just don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"&gt;I just miss the momenst that we had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Awwww, I feel like flying back to the time we know each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realize that every single post that I post is always about you. Gosh, god damn it!&lt;br /&gt;Am i strong enough to face this situation?&lt;br /&gt;May I be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had really fun today, nyhahah! Okay, im super tired right now, Sorry for the short post today. I will update soon aitees? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love; Nurulfarhana (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;MAY PEACE UPON YOU!&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/2524430566919008123-4021288005448998275?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/4021288005448998275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=4021288005448998275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/4021288005448998275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I miss you, I love you, I heart you, I treasure our friendship and what else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;You brighten up my day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;You make me smile and some sadness but still, I am still happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;You make me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Our jokes at afternoon and night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Our laughter during night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The hug that you gave me through message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Our moments of chat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Our late night calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;May our friendship last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;May Allah bless our friendship with happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I am starting to miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I just miss chatting with you, call you up, laugh with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I miss it so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I want this to last, I swear, I love you my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Although today I am quite disappointed that I couldn't get to meet you, but I understand why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Don't worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;There is always a next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;All of this is true and it's from my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I hope that, my dream will came true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Amin;&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/2524430566919008123-8391849003098005369?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/8391849003098005369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-311802852859259606</id><published>2010-07-14T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T07:19:15.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be strong Linda (:'/><title type='text'>I miss our conversation ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TD3FfxJPgfI/AAAAAAAAApI/y6eEB2B3J-g/s1600/untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TD3FfxJPgfI/AAAAAAAAApI/y6eEB2B3J-g/s320/untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I miss our old conversation that we had before. Now, it's different. I didn't expect it can turns to be this fast. Why must this situation happen? Our conversation is fading that. We had known each other for 1 week 3 days. And now? Yes, i'm counting down baby. I just didn't expect this thing to happen, and plus it didn't even come across my mind. The conversation that we had, the laughter, the jokes that we spend together is still fresh in my mind. I just can't express and words to my feelings. I feel like shouting loudly and let everything out. I just feel like letting everything out but I can't. Maybe you are still stress with what had happen with you. I am thinking positive now. God damn, why must I face this? I am just about to have my happiness but now? Ouh no, what's happening to me? Nevermind, let fate arrange everything. Hopefully it will be back as per-normal, Amin.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be my N-level Oral. Oh god, I'm sacred man. Wish me luck, hahah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Linda Mohamed; Be strong babe (Y)&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/2524430566919008123-311802852859259606?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/311802852859259606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=311802852859259606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/311802852859259606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/311802852859259606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-miss-our-conversation.html' title='I miss our conversation ):'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TD3FfxJPgfI/AAAAAAAAApI/y6eEB2B3J-g/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-37832094998937005</id><published>2010-07-10T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T07:58:15.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4 July 2010 (Y)'/><title type='text'>All the best.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TDiCmiq7HMI/AAAAAAAAAow/pO1-jbxfKp4/s1600/fwf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TDiCmiq7HMI/AAAAAAAAAow/pO1-jbxfKp4/s320/fwf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All The Best For You Aitees?- Eien Otty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello Earth!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; How are you readers today? Fine? I hope you guys are fine today, hahah! Okaey, let me start my story aitees? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;4 July 2010;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My best ever day. Had a great chat with this someone. Hahah, we chat as if we have known each other for how many years, hahah! The date, I just can't forget it man! Hahaha, too much memories, hahah! And we text each other till 12 plus cos you need to get a nap as you have to go to school the next day, too bad! hahahah! I just feel happy, hahaha. I just don't know why, weird right? For me lahh, hahah! After that, text each other and my prepaid went low ): That was the sad part, haisss! And his prepaid is also low, so he said, anything just call him. 6/7 July 2010, was my first time talking with him on the phone, hahah! had really so much fun. And yeahh, today is his competition/performance. Wish you all the best aitees?Geees, imissyou man ): So yeah, today wake up early in the morning nearly 8am. Hahaha, today I didn't attend Mendaki cos I am helping my mum today at CJC school. Tired babeh, goshh! Reach home already, first thing when I step inside my house........ Asyikin ran towards me and she hug me, hahah! Sweet right? After that, I was about to turn on my omputer and my brother came back home already, haiyayay! He and his friend. Today, my brother and his group went to Mediacorp, I'm not sure for what, hahahah! Tomorrow? I got no plan but for sure I need to help my mum. God damn, my mum says that the next order gonna be 500 packets? Cannot tahan man! Hahahaha, damn it !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TDiICXqgjcI/AAAAAAAAAo4/B5C4wh-tLXI/s1600/gwfw.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TDiICXqgjcI/AAAAAAAAAo4/B5C4wh-tLXI/s400/gwfw.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TDiId4cwM8I/AAAAAAAAApA/uAl8923brTc/s1600/gwg.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TDiId4cwM8I/AAAAAAAAApA/uAl8923brTc/s400/gwg.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Webcam with Linda (Y) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Will end here aiittes?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;May Peace Upon You-nurulfarhana (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-37832094998937005?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/37832094998937005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=37832094998937005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/37832094998937005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/37832094998937005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-best.html' title='All the best.'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TDiCmiq7HMI/AAAAAAAAAow/pO1-jbxfKp4/s72-c/fwf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-7043317931203730666</id><published>2010-07-06T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T04:38:28.996-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love you my friend (Y)'/><title type='text'>Weird?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TDMCdiqfp6I/AAAAAAAAAnw/nM5EVZGKeBs/s1600/eclipse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TDMCdiqfp6I/AAAAAAAAAnw/nM5EVZGKeBs/s320/eclipse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gossh! Just can't believe that I watch Eclipse? Hahaha! :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So yeahh, Hello Readers! I'm back, so let me storytelling aitees? Hahahhaah!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Hello Earth!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; So yeah, yesterday, I went our with my cousin to watch Eclipse. Meet her at Lakeside at 3.25pm. But, we are suppose to meet at 2.30 but it was extent to 3pm till we meet up at and end up meet at 3.25pm. Hahah, after that we went take MRT as my cousin want to watch at 4pm show unfortunately, went we reach already, it was already 4 and plus, we have not yet bought the ticket! What the hell! After that, we went to toilet first. Goshh, the toilet was very pack man! A long queue as if that we are buying TOTO numbers, hahaha! After that, we went and buy tickets and we watch at 5pm show. We went up and buy food and something happen to my cousin. Goshh, i'm ashamed man! Hahaha, after that we went in, and find our sit. After that, my cousin want to go toilet and I accompany her. And yeah, reach to our place, have some chitchat and the show had already started. Hahah, my cousin just can't wait to watch it! The started and our food finish already, hahah! I just hate Bella! Hahaha, she is with Edward but then, asked Jacob to kiss her? I was like, ARRGGGH! Kaey, whatever ! I just hate that part! Hahaha, after that went to Bugis Street. Accompany my cousin walk her and there and off we went home at 8 plus nearly 9pm. After that, sent my cousin home and off I went home. Keep everything here and there, message someone and off to sleep.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Today, we had our Mock Test! Maths Mock test and some of the Question I didn't do cos I forgot some of them and Farrah still can look around and asked people around us, hahaaha! I just can't stop laughing cos she asked almost everyone around her, hahah! :D After that, went to canteen. Eat here and there and off we went home. Chat with Linda just now and I just get a bad news.&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt; I just can't believe that you really do it babe?&lt;/i&gt; Gossh, won't be elaborate it much further.Will be meeting Linda later ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;4 July 2010 ♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TDMQTg-O-RI/AAAAAAAAAoA/cDyhug8R7-E/s1600/DSC06168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TDMQTg-O-RI/AAAAAAAAAoA/cDyhug8R7-E/s320/DSC06168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Birthday To You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Birthday To You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; Happy Birthday To Ayah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Birthday To You!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Want to see the cake?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TDMP2OJlLxI/AAAAAAAAAn4/ibARixRCptc/s1600/DSC06166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TDMP2OJlLxI/AAAAAAAAAn4/ibARixRCptc/s320/DSC06166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADAAAAAAAAA! ♥♥♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nice right? Hahaha! Happy Birthday Ayah, i love youu Ayah! My dad is very cutee man! Hahaha, here is our short conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: [texting my dad] Happy Birthday Ayah!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Dad: M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: Huh??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dad: Mane kek ayah?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: [Laughing while reading it] Takde ahh, hahah!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dad: Hmm, yelah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lastly, I&amp;nbsp; bought Ayah cake, hahah! Just had a great day on my Dad's birthday, hahaha! Nxt up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just don't know why I had&amp;nbsp; this weird feelings. Hahaha, I have been chatting with you recently and contacting each other and I am very happy. I just don't know why. God damn! Okaeyokaey, I won't elaborate more cos I want to see how long this might be, I just love you my friend :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;NurulFarhanaBteJaafar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;MAY PEACE UPON YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&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/2524430566919008123-7043317931203730666?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/7043317931203730666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=7043317931203730666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/7043317931203730666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/7043317931203730666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/07/weird.html' title='Weird?'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TDMCdiqfp6I/AAAAAAAAAnw/nM5EVZGKeBs/s72-c/eclipse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-2107151253983224140</id><published>2010-07-03T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T01:06:26.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nurulfarhana'/><title type='text'>Be prepare!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TC7ZZ1AqxjI/AAAAAAAAAnY/b5ucc-letp4/s1600/Photo+32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TC7ZZ1AqxjI/AAAAAAAAAnY/b5ucc-letp4/s320/Photo+32.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fcuk that stupid asss! Hahaah! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello earth!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hahahah! So yeah , I have some hot news lahh dok! Hahahah, okaey let's start aitees? So yeah, recently I have this stupid things! Hahahah! What do you expect, telling the right thing is sins? Hahaha, what a joke! You really making laugh man!&amp;nbsp;You really something thing man boy! So what you are 17? Hahahah! I just dont now what am I supose to say about you man!&amp;nbsp;Hahahah! You insult me? Hahahah! Because of stupid reason?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, you really make me laugh man ! Hhahaha !:D Okaye, currently at Linda's crib, hahahah ! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"blh jdi gyler aku ngn Linda,"&amp;nbsp;Ouhh, yah, yesterday me and Linda webcam. Hahah! " aku punyer kurang pandai da sreen print then tak paste kat paint." hahah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TC7gtjuMTpI/AAAAAAAAAng/0rf3YH4jlpc/s1600/8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TC7gtjuMTpI/AAAAAAAAAng/0rf3YH4jlpc/s400/8.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;That's still many pictures that we take, haah! Lazy to upload, heheheh ! I want to watch movie! Hahahaha! &lt;br /&gt;Gonna have movie date with my cousin next week! Hahahah ! Here we come (Y). I'm not sure if I have money to watch movie cos I am pokai now, heehehe! (: Nevermind, asked my mum for money heheheh! Okaye, lah.I will end my blog now aitees? Hehehe !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I' missing you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I am having this stupid's feelings now. Linda is sleepy currently, Pity her, cos she have to wake up early in the morning because of me, hehehee! (: Yesterday,went to K1, meet them. So yeah, didn't went to Cross-Country as I am lazy and overslept, hehehe! Pick my brother up, meet Juriah buy handphone, headphone and off meet Linda at Jurong Point at 157 Q. Hahaha, after that take 187 and off to K1. Chill at there till 9 plus then off we went home. The boys, Mamat, Acun. Hafiz, Haiqel, Ayid go and watch soccer at Aiman Cafe, me and Linda went home. Hahaha, after that went to have our dinner. After that, sent Linda at Mac'donald and off I went home. Linda wake up already, hahaha! She wake up, she say she had a sweet dream and she want to eat Ice-Cream, hahah! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Cutee kan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;prangai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;kawan aku nie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Linda, I know you going to be kembang, aint you? Hahah! (: Okaey lah, got to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace People! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;May Peace Upon You&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/2524430566919008123-2107151253983224140?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/2107151253983224140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=2107151253983224140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/2107151253983224140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/2107151253983224140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/07/be-prepare.html' title='Be prepare!'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TC7ZZ1AqxjI/AAAAAAAAAnY/b5ucc-letp4/s72-c/Photo+32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-1224976232680855057</id><published>2010-07-01T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T04:24:05.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I♥you.'/><title type='text'>Be my world last person! (Y)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TCxw04vhP4I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/sYGRAG7kwb4/s1600/34338_407360908795_603683795_4277554_2119777_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TCxw04vhP4I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/sYGRAG7kwb4/s320/34338_407360908795_603683795_4277554_2119777_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Linda said:"&amp;lt;&amp;lt; look at the picture! muka kau macam  steam jer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Hahahah, Hello Earth! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Good Evening readers. So yeah, let me starts today story. So yeahh, went to school early in the morning. Wake up at 6.15am in the morning, bath, get myself ready, pack my school stuffs and off to school. Waited for the bus, as I have to take the earliest bus so that i won;t be late because this days, the bus reach late! Plus with the jam, haiyoiyo! Reach school around 7 like that saw Suh and Shidah at busstop. Messaging with Linda asking where is she. After that, enter the school and meet the others and off buy drinks and bread. After that, went to basketball and talk here and there. I just get irrtated when this person says " Pallas pe? Pallas pe?" Goes, everytime man! Hahaha, nevermind. I get use to it already, hahah! After that, Linda arrived and we all went up to classroom. After that, we went to Art Room, and after that we had our MT and after that PE. Today, we had our Height and Weight. And after that we had our Maths and I forget to bring Ice-Cream scoop, man! I'm sorry guys. After that, we had our EBS coursework. Ouh yah, my oral English for N-Level is on 15 July 2010, goshh! Im scared man ! Ouhh yah, tmr gonna have cross-country! Hahaha, so lazy man to go! I am lazy to run, hahahah! Sabree always say: " Biar gemok, jgn prangai gemok". Hahahah, well see how it goes yeahh. If Linda go, I go (: Ouhh yahh, I think someone is jealous of Lind and her bestfriend. Because there is this person tag Linda about Linda bestfriend. Hahaha, ain't you happy if Linda and her bestfriend are close? Or are you jealous? I don't even know if the person is girl/guy but i'm pretty sure that the person is a girl. Hahaha, well got to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;I just starting to dislike you now and I just don;t even know why. I'm sorry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;I love this person (: You gonna rock my life for sure babeh ! Chey, confident sey akuu, hahaha! (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Love; NurulFarhanaBteJaafar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;MAY PEACE UPON YOU!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-1224976232680855057?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/1224976232680855057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=1224976232680855057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/1224976232680855057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/1224976232680855057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/07/linda-said-look-at-picture-muka-kau.html' title='Be my world last person! (Y)'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TCxw04vhP4I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/sYGRAG7kwb4/s72-c/34338_407360908795_603683795_4277554_2119777_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-6489704185103820065</id><published>2010-06-29T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T03:52:28.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the love (Y)'/><title type='text'>Human Love; Everyone ain't perfect, so ain't you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TCnJV3foeOI/AAAAAAAAAnI/tjBurMmkKSk/s1600/peace-love+hand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TCnJV3foeOI/AAAAAAAAAnI/tjBurMmkKSk/s320/peace-love+hand.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"Human Love; Everyone ain't a perfect person. Be thankful for who you are." - nurulfarhanabtejaafar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Helly Hello Earth!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Hahahah, so yeah let me start to update some stories. So yeah, today go to school all alone, without Linda ): Hahaha, meet her straight at school. Waited for bus, like helly hell long man! Reach school at 715 and after that waited for the others and up to class.We had our free period for English and after that we our batik painting. Hahah, Linda went to the office and when she came back to art classroom, she prank us! Hahaha, LindaLinda. After that, we had our EBS lessons. After EBS lessons, we had our Maths and followed by our Assembly. Today Assembly is about Fitness Run and Mr Mohan shows some photo at Chingay.Hahha, geees so maluuuuuu man! Hahaha, but I miss Chingay moments. I miss it so much man, hahahah! So yeah, before I forgot, on that time of period, my stomach was really pain man! I just can't take it man, but what to do, have to bare with it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Supposely, today we are suppose to have our English mock test but it was postpone to Thursday, and just now we are having MT mock test. Hahah, when I finish my test, everyone was asleep. Hahaha, I fall asleep too, hahah!&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt; Tak boleh tahan&lt;/i&gt; already! Sleepy man, hahahah! Texting with Sabree &amp;amp; Linda, hahahah! Sabree can't stop with his randomrandom! Hahaha, awwwwwwww! Okaey, stop.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love Story.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I don't even know what I feel now. Like, Love, normal feelings?&amp;nbsp; I just can't describe this feelings. Gosh, falling in love back ain't easy for me now. May one day, I found one right person that can make me change everything that I have right now for my feelings, Amin. Okaey, I will end here aitees? Last but not least;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Linda Mohammed&lt;/b&gt;; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Babe, be strong aitees? I know that you are a strong girl. You have faces many problems all this while and you have gone through many things. Don't give up that fast cos I know that you ain't a weak person. Don't worry, I will always be there for you ok? Love you Linda Mohammed :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Love; nurulfarhana :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;May Peace Upon You- nurulfarhanabtejaafar &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-6489704185103820065?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/6489704185103820065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=6489704185103820065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/6489704185103820065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/6489704185103820065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/06/human-love-everyone-aint-perfect-so.html' title='Human Love; Everyone ain&apos;t perfect, so ain&apos;t you.'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TCnJV3foeOI/AAAAAAAAAnI/tjBurMmkKSk/s72-c/peace-love+hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-4639967432011351990</id><published>2010-06-26T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T00:20:29.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='May it be one day (:'/><title type='text'>Everything is Over! Don't Open a New Chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TCWikSxIp_I/AAAAAAAAAmo/UQw6JV0V3kg/s1600/002-053rwWt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TCWikSxIp_I/AAAAAAAAAmo/UQw6JV0V3kg/s320/002-053rwWt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;"May one day you be mine"-Random(:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Hello Earth!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So yeah, let me start my story(Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;21 June 2010 (210610)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having and outing with the babes and hunks at East Coast Park. So yeah, suppose to meet Linda at 7am but I am late and thank god that Shidah called my house up, hahah! Meet Linda at 8 plus cos I have to get everthing ready and off I went off. Meet Linda at her void deck and we take cab to Jurong east Interchange cos we are bringing many things, haha! After that, called someone to help us to carry the things and Man &amp;amp; Milah is the one who help us to carry the things and meet the rest at the interchange. Wait for Mamat and Acun to arrive and off we took 197. We had our long journey to East Coast, hahah! Reach there around 11 plus or 12 plus and we have to find our pit. And we are taking pit 7, Area C. Reach already at our pit, they set up the fire and Mamat is the first person to eat! Haha, he is damn hungry already and followed by the others. After that, we take pictures here and there. Me and Suhailah went to buy some mineral water as we are out off mineral water. Haha, we spent 1 hour plus , hahah! And after that, the girls had some private talk. We settling some matters and alhamdullillah everything is settle already, Amin! Took pictures here and there, make a lot of noise and something happen. We are out of fire starter. Linda and Shidah ask someone from other pit that is nearest to us after that Linda came back and said that they want us to pay fir the fire starter and you know what? Someone seriously go and count his money to pay, hahah! I was laughing man! We went off around 8 plus. On our way, Linda and is taking pictures. While I am taking Linda picture, I saw something at Linda picture and I was so shocked. After that, we all took pictures together. And off we all went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TCWm1cx5MLI/AAAAAAAAAmw/LL6OOSuPknk/s1600/002U053rwWt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TCWm1cx5MLI/AAAAAAAAAmw/LL6OOSuPknk/s320/002U053rwWt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TCWm7-02xBI/AAAAAAAAAm4/OlkUblNTKPY/s1600/002V053rwWt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TCWm7-02xBI/AAAAAAAAAm4/OlkUblNTKPY/s320/002V053rwWt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And for the others who didn't turn up, I'm sorry. We did invite you guys to come but you guys can't make it so yeahh (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So yeah, yesterday story! (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Wake up in the morning and get myself dress up and we went to CJC school, at Whitley Road. After that, we have to do some clean up at there and yeah yesterday was fun. Haha, explore here and there and had a lot of fun at CJC school man! Hahah, okaey, I will end my post here aitees?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ouhh yahh, school gonna reopen soon. On this coming Monday? Hahahaha, ouh yah. Everything is okaey already between the both of us. So, please don't add more. I'm scared man for another fight ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Okaey, I will end here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;May Peace Upon You !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Love;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt; nurulfarhana&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-4639967432011351990?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/4639967432011351990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=4639967432011351990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/4639967432011351990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/4639967432011351990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/06/may-one-day-you-be-mine-random-hello.html' title='Everything is Over! Don&apos;t Open a New Chapter'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TCWikSxIp_I/AAAAAAAAAmo/UQw6JV0V3kg/s72-c/002-053rwWt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-841873066832251633</id><published>2010-06-21T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T23:33:25.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahah! I have done what you want girl. Kecian pulak kan tengok die? Hahah! Chey FAKE! Hahaha, well, will be updating soon okaey? Many stories to tell you readers, ahahah! Yesterday was fun man! (Y) Hahah! Well, i will be waiting for the pictures to be upload and will be posting at blog. Sit back and wait aitees? Hahah!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Finger nail bitebite* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love lifeeee;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I have been admiring this someone but I've just not confirm yet. I just hate it when this feelings came. Because this feelings will only last for awhile and lose the admiring feelings. Argggh! I hate it man! Nevermin, one day I will find one (: Ouhh yahh, yesterday was ex-boyfriend birthday. He text me when Im at East Coast saying that I didn't wish for his birthday and a sad face, hahah! I replied back and said that I am going to wish him at night when I've reach home cos due to my prepaid is low. He say okaey, hahah! And a smiley face, hahahaha! The son of Idris is crazy, hehee! Well, got to go. Toodles! (Y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-841873066832251633?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/841873066832251633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=841873066832251633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/841873066832251633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/841873066832251633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/06/hahah-i-have-done-what-you-want-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-5890058556982931398</id><published>2010-06-19T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T11:46:07.232-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RANDOM IDIOTS(:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm HUNGRY! ((:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Haha,such an idiot! Morning Peeps! After this,its WEBCAM WAR!!! Hahah,its 2.43 and we aint sleeping! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I'm really HUNGRY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Its FeeZa here((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-5890058556982931398?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/5890058556982931398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=5890058556982931398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/5890058556982931398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/5890058556982931398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-hungry-idiot-morning-peeps-after.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-7733736813684913283</id><published>2010-06-19T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T23:23:11.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telephone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monthsary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21062010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Zanah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Morning(((:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TBz_hon8HMI/AAAAAAAAAmA/DwqFqu_rMfQ/s1600/DSC02738.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TBz_hon8HMI/AAAAAAAAAmA/DwqFqu_rMfQ/s320/DSC02738.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;FeeZa&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; HELLO HELLO BABY YOU CALLED I CAN'T HEAR A THING??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;(btol kan?) hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;wassup people!! i'm taking over that idiot's blog starting from now!! cool kan??? we dun need her,we need me! hahah &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;(background idiot said"eee")&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;haha,suck a jerk! haha! everything was a FAKE from e beginning la,hah!&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt; IMISSAPEZSTEROID!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TB0B1oT33nI/AAAAAAAAAmI/FAvf2ME0IG4/s1600/Sweet+19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TB0B1oT33nI/AAAAAAAAAmI/FAvf2ME0IG4/s320/Sweet+19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated 20 monthsary to you guys. Hahah, I know that you guys have gone through many things. I know that you guys are strong enough to go through everything. Be happy always, and yeah FeeZa. Remember what I've told you just now. Give him some time to change his attitude. Insyallah he can change(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Hopefully mataer aku boleh berubah. All I wanted was for him to love me.FULLSTOP. No more, no less. Tak susah kan? Every relationship has its ups and downs. AGREED totally!! May Allah bless my relationship with him! Seriously, he's the best boyfriend I've ever had!! He might be 15 and I'm 16, but he is damn good!! Look at him,die tk npk 15 pon!! Hahah,APEZ STEROID!! Hahah, i love him. Happy belated 20th monthsary to you. Sarang haeyo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, NurulFarhana is back! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! So yeah, just now went out to meet Linda. Went to Jurong Point and after that we plan for 21 June thing. So yeahh, 21 June 2010 gonna have outing to East Coast. Hahah, can't wait man! So yeah, now my cousin is sleeping over at my house. Hahah! Just now we had our webcam war, hahaha! Sumer rabak gyler, semuer gamba dier jee, hahah! (: Maybe will be sleeping late yeahh. Ouh yahh,&amp;nbsp; next is gonna be about Zanah. I'm sorry(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;FeeZa; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Will update soon. Morning readers. Remember, HATERS MAKE ME FAMOUS. So talk about me,idc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;OH AH AH,BEROK!! (:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Signing off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;FeeZa KaySiow &amp;amp; NurulFarhana((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-7733736813684913283?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/7733736813684913283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=7733736813684913283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/7733736813684913283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/7733736813684913283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-hello-baby-you-called-i-cant-hear.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TBz_hon8HMI/AAAAAAAAAmA/DwqFqu_rMfQ/s72-c/DSC02738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-4488564963347645352</id><published>2010-06-16T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T09:57:48.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the world (Y)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TBjzU2L4xDI/AAAAAAAAAl4/mk6oL73ZqBI/s1600/0027053rwWt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TBjzU2L4xDI/AAAAAAAAAl4/mk6oL73ZqBI/s320/0027053rwWt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;" Let's be happy always"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Hello earth!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well, yeahh! So yeah, Sunday I went out with my&amp;nbsp; my family. Thought of staying at home cause I am very lazy to go out but yeahh, just follow cause nothing much that I could do at home. Hahah, so yeahh we headed to Tekka cause thought of buying something and after that we headed to Little India. And ouuhh yahh, before I forget, I saw Khairill. He is from HabourFront. So different sia him, hahah! So yeah, headed to Little Indian. Drink and eat here and off to Simei as my mum wants to meet my aunt. So yeah, on my way there text with Suhaimi. Message here and there, my batt is low. ~sigh~ . After that, use my little brother handphone. And after that, reach my aunt house already. After that, receive message from Juriah. Message with her and after that I get a news from her that Linda's phone lost? Gosh, I was so shocked man! I thought that she is just playing around and it was real! Goshh. Okaey, sit here and there till 1 plus I think and off home. what a tiring day man ! And off to sleep.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Went out with Juriah and Linda. Juriah wants to go to Jurong Point. Actually, we are suppose to meet Juriah at sweet talk and yeah on our way there, saw her and then we headed to handphone shop. After that, we go rounding at Jurong Point. I think till 4 plus or 5 plus we at there. And after that, we went home. I, Linda and Juriah took bus 187 and headed home. I and Linda hang out for awhile at Linda place and yeah at 8 plus off home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;Tuesday!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Linda had a study date with her bestfriend (: Hahah! Actually, it was suppose to be at afternoon but then extend to night. At that afternoon, Linda went to my house. We talk here and there, we surf the net. And yeah, something happen when I, Linda and my little brother is sitting together. Hahah, I just can't keep laughing! Hahah, sriously man! Blablabla, and off send Linda home and settling some problems with ex-bestfriend and called Sabree up cause he wanted to say something. Hahah! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday which is today!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Cousin came to my house, sit here and there. Talk about her relationship with Apez and allahmdullillah everything is back as per normal. (Y) And tomorrow gonna meet Linda. Hahah! (:&amp;nbsp; Linda gonna accompany me to Jurong East. Ouh well, gonna end now. Cause I am running out story, hehehe! Tomorrow, maybe I will update aitees? Ouh yah, now currently my little brother is singing Love Me by Justin Bieber, hahaha! :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Okaey, off now ! May Peace Upon You! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-4488564963347645352?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/4488564963347645352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=4488564963347645352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/4488564963347645352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/4488564963347645352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/06/lets-be-happy-always-hello-earth-well.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TBjzU2L4xDI/AAAAAAAAAl4/mk6oL73ZqBI/s72-c/0027053rwWt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-483865519880440417</id><published>2010-06-12T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T06:50:04.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy always.'/><title type='text'>ex-bestfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TBN_dTPidLI/AAAAAAAAAlw/lPGTzIc3qvY/s1600/DSC06001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TBN_dTPidLI/AAAAAAAAAlw/lPGTzIc3qvY/s320/DSC06001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SEDAP?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Hello, back readers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hahaha, the picture above there is just random. Ouh well, yesterdya hang out at Linda crib's. Watch some movies. Actually the plan is for 3 person. Juriah, me&amp;amp; Linda. But then, Juriah can't make it. So yah, the plan of the time is at 2 plus but then, it was drag to 5 plus, hehehehs my fault. And I make this stupid mistake. I bought the wrong Mee Siam. Hahah! Linda told me to buy the Maggie Mee Siam, not the normal Mee Siam, hahahah! I bought Chicken Noodle. So yeah, at first we watch Ayat-Ayat Cinta, after that accompany Linda to shop for awhile and then continue our movie. And then, we watch Bohsia, hahahah! And yeahh, reflect back everything, hahah! Just now, went to Jurong East. And guess what, the thing that I want to take hasn't reach yet! Hahaha, waste of my time man! Hahaha, Monday will be going with Lindaa! Hahahah, ouhh well I had already found the song that I have been searching for. Hahah! Yes ahhhh, thanks Zanah (: Ouuhh yahh, saw Sani and his girlfriend just now, woooohoooo! Last guys! (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, life have been great for me. Although I still sad about ex-bestfriend, but it's alright. Well, moving on. I hope that ex-bestfriend is alright right now. I miss him soo muchhhh! ): I really miss each of out messages that we have spent together. From the first time I know you, till now we survive. But now, what happen? What happen to our friendship? I miss it sooo much. September 19, gonna be our 1 year friendship. Yes, I'm counting down boy. But now, it's all gone. You said that you won't forget me? But what happen? Firstly, when you are attached, you forget about me. You ignore me. You find me when you are in trouble or problem and you complaint to me. But yet, I still help you to solve your problem. And yes, I let it be cos i don't want to fight over that small thing. And as days go by, you didn't text me nomore and one this fine day, you text me and said that you had already broke up with your ex. And i started asking you why and you sais that you guys are having some problems and you guys can't help it nomore. And I express my feelings to you. The way to treated me. You message me when you are in sadness. But you are happy, you forget about me. Would it be fair for me? And your reply is very, I can't express it. And yes, in sudden you began to be silent. I didn't receive any message from you. And I am okaey with it. And this fine month, you text me asking me what am i doing and after that so onnn. I asked you back, what are you doing, and you replied that you are on your way to send you girlfriend home. And i started to asked your girlfriend? And guess what did he reply? I didn't tell you isit that I am attach? I was like, yahhh you didn't tell me. And all you can say is sorry? Hahah! I'm okaye with it man about that and guess what? Silent again as per normal. Hahah, and yeah he came back and text me. Hahah, as per normal same Q was asked. Hahah! But this time was different from the previous months. Hhahah! He text me all the way and yeahh that was the happiest day ever because that was the first ever time that we get to contact non-stop. Hahah! And yeah, something happen to us and that was the worse ever fight that we had. Gooshhhhh! I just can't believe that it is happening. I just wonder, why that person doing that for? Breaking us apart? Well, well doneee to the person. You had finally get what you want, hahahh! After that fight, we didn't text so much like we use tooo. He went missing for 1 month and he text me saying that he was admitted to hospital. And yes, we text and he went missing again for 1 month and text me that he was admitted to hospital again??? Goshhhhh! I just don't understand what you want and yeah, it's now all over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks ex-bestfriend for everything that you have gave me. I miss you so much Dani. Well, all the best to you aitees? I will support you always from behind. Take care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Sad? No, I'm not sad. I'm happy! Hahah! Well, for what we want to be sad? Hahah, just smile (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Well, i will end my post till here aitees ? Peace Out!&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/2524430566919008123-483865519880440417?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/483865519880440417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=483865519880440417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/483865519880440417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/483865519880440417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/06/ex-bestfriend.html' title='ex-bestfriend'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TBN_dTPidLI/AAAAAAAAAlw/lPGTzIc3qvY/s72-c/DSC06001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-1031434103189252321</id><published>2010-06-12T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T01:54:57.341-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peace Out'/><title type='text'>Missing you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TBNK4bmtMsI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jVj3dmg2VEc/s1600/flowers03bgyoz8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TBNK4bmtMsI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jVj3dmg2VEc/s320/flowers03bgyoz8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I miss our late night messages ):&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Hello Earth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bored right now. Okaey, later going out to take something at Jurong East. Haiyoyo, lazy man to go out. But what to do, have to. Ouh yah, just now, Shidah text me a message. She asked whether I'm free today or not. And yeah, I'm sorry babe. I'm not free today. Ouhh, yah! Later meeting Linda, hahah! Linda is having a fever plus a migrain. get well soon babe. Tu lahhh, happy sangat semalam. Hahah! Ouhh, yahh. Got to go. My cousin had already arrived. Hahah, will be updating more news later at night aitees ? If my computer didn't make any problems, hehehehs (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: red; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Love; NurulF. :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-1031434103189252321?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/1031434103189252321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=1031434103189252321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/1031434103189252321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/1031434103189252321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/06/missing-you.html' title='Missing you'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TBNK4bmtMsI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jVj3dmg2VEc/s72-c/flowers03bgyoz8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-3703092219236881796</id><published>2010-06-11T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T09:07:38.331-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Offically over'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TBJb3i2fBZI/AAAAAAAAAkg/xAFug0nSLL0/s1600/fuck_you_2_by_titdemon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TBJb3i2fBZI/AAAAAAAAAkg/xAFug0nSLL0/s320/fuck_you_2_by_titdemon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; It's offically over my friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our friendship that we had build till now, all gone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The memories that we had spend together, the sweet message that you send me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It remind me of you ex-bestfriend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just can't get ride of my mind ex-bestfriend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm missing our sweet night message.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss it so much.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;We had gone through many things together.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happiness and sadness, we shared together.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But now, it's all gone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gone for good.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know that you are lying to me and i just kept it quite. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I try my best to understand you, but do you ever underdstand me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How i feel inside?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No you don't!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You only think about yourself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You message me when needed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; When you are heartbroken, had some problems with your girlfriend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who am i to you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why you are treating me this way?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just kept it quite and just be silent with what you have done to me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes, you may have make me happy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But, it's just for the moment.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now, everything change.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't even know who are you now?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where is the old Dani I've known before?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss the old Dani.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yesterday night, was the last ever message that i receive from you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's&amp;nbsp; was the last ever-ever message that i gonna receive from you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nevermind, let it be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will end now my post.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take care of yourself. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Love; NurulFarhana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2524430566919008123-3703092219236881796?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/3703092219236881796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=3703092219236881796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/3703092219236881796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/3703092219236881796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-offically-over-my-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TBJb3i2fBZI/AAAAAAAAAkg/xAFug0nSLL0/s72-c/fuck_you_2_by_titdemon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-8752722604405580938</id><published>2010-06-09T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T09:35:20.428-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TA-zX8FJ2SI/AAAAAAAAAkY/R4td1vkXih8/s1600/30132_400807213795_603683795_4105663_4920286_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TA-zX8FJ2SI/AAAAAAAAAkY/R4td1vkXih8/s320/30132_400807213795_603683795_4105663_4920286_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Mood Wasn't There?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Hello Earth!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Well, let me share my story today. Well, receive someone called early in the morning at 9 plus or 10 plus I think of i'm not wrong. Hahahah, talking here and there nearly 11 then we put down due to the person batt is low. After that, had my bath and off to shop. And yeah, after that reach home get everything ready cos my mum is already out early in the morning with my dad. I, myself not sure where they went. Hahahah, so yeah. Stay at home, play tv games with my lil' bro.And at 3 plus or 4 plus, Linda came to my house.Linda also join in the fun playing tv games, hahahah!&amp;nbsp; After that, around 5 plus Linda went and meet Juriah. Hahahaha, thought of meeting Hawa today but due that i can't go out as I have to take care of my house. Tomorrow then I will meet Hawa with Linda. Meet you tomorrow (: And ouh yahh, my little brother can be a good actor man! Hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Hahaha, this someone none stop with this word " Prangai Gemok". Hahahah! What the heck man, hahahahah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;p.s: I know how much we had spend our time in the past. The moment we had and the problem that we have gone through together or maybe myself, alone. Whatever happen, let it be past. Forget about the past and start the new chapter. It's my pleasure of giving you some encouragement word. But I didn't expect that it would be that fast you will be okaey, hahaha! It was abot shock for me because I wrote that cause I was damn upset with you that time. Hahaha, well thank god everything is okaey back. Hahahah!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Hahaha, ouuh yah. Someone want to post about me at her blog. Hahaha, well I'm okaey with it because i know that what you are going to post about me won't be true because you don't even know me that well, hahahah!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Well, end off my post. Get back with new stories aitees ? (:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Peace. Love.Laugh. Live (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-8752722604405580938?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/8752722604405580938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=8752722604405580938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/8752722604405580938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/8752722604405580938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/06/mood-wasnt-there-hello-earth-well-let.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TA-zX8FJ2SI/AAAAAAAAAkY/R4td1vkXih8/s72-c/30132_400807213795_603683795_4105663_4920286_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-6845311778134611271</id><published>2010-06-02T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T08:38:52.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TAZ0082l01I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/cb_3IuIWbpI/s1600/DSC05966.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TAZ0082l01I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/cb_3IuIWbpI/s320/DSC05966.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; [Minah? NO! Done by; Farhana&amp;amp;FeeZa]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello People!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hahahaha, so yeah. Let me start my story today. So yup, on Monday Linda meet me up because she asked me to accompany her to go to her aunty house. After that, we go and meet Kak CT at Boon Lay. After that, talk here and there and off to Jurong Spring CC. We stand there till 930 i think and off we went home. Reach home, watch tv and blabla. At night......... On the phone with Linda till 2 plus in the morning. Settling some things and everything is back as per normal, alhamdullilah. Hopefully, there won't be any fight or misunderstanding between the both of you. And off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, i went to Linda house to watch KL Drift 2, hahahah! After that, went to meet others and discuss about June outing but not that confirm. Still thinking about the place and the date is already confirm. Called Ameer to settle about something but it's not settle yet, hahahah! After that, we sit here and there and at 8 i went off with Juriah. Around 11 plus i think, Linda called me up and then we conferrence with Juriah till 130 in the morning. Hahaha, and off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for today, Farrah&amp;amp;Fitri come to my house to do some works. We watch some movies while doing our works. And they went off around 6 plus i think. Tmr, i'm having my Maths remedial. Gossh, maybe will be going abit late maybe. See how it goes tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And as for someone; I know it's hard for you to accept the fact but please, try to understand how i feel. You want me to understand you, but do you understand me? Gosh, i just can't believe it man!Whatever you want to do, go ahead. I don't ever care. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-6845311778134611271?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/6845311778134611271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=6845311778134611271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/6845311778134611271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/6845311778134611271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/06/minah-no-done-by-farhana-hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TAZ0082l01I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/cb_3IuIWbpI/s72-c/DSC05966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-6185791827763754341</id><published>2010-05-30T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T05:38:32.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='will be back.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TAJYlGMWPPI/AAAAAAAAAkA/AkwADVbSnBA/s1600/002p053rwWt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TAJYlGMWPPI/AAAAAAAAAkA/AkwADVbSnBA/s400/002p053rwWt.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best ever Cousin that I LOVE Most[FeeZaKaySiow]♥♥♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hello Earth! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So yeah let me start some stories that I had in my mind right now. Okaey, so yeah on Friday I send my uncle to airport due he is going to Umrah. Hope you'll fine uncle, imissyou. After that, i went and meet Linda and went to Jurong Point to buy something and then go to Kak Siti's house. And up to some birthday bash. We only sabo with flour and egg cause bash only K1 kid do, hehehe or in other words[prangai K1]. Hahaha, kaey reach home around 10 plus. Tired and BOOM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The next day, I never go anywhere. At home, nothing to do. BORED! One whole day message with Kak Siti, hahaahah! After that, mu cousin comes. My mum make Durian Pulot, sedappppppppppppp! Hahahaha(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ouhh yah, tmr is Sabree's exams. Do well aitees? Good luck for your exams Sabree and not to forget to called me tmr after your exams aitees? Hahaahah, well got to go now. Love. Peace. Life. Laughter(Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.s: One day, we will be back and start from the bottom. Back to square one. (Y) ♥&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/2524430566919008123-6185791827763754341?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/6185791827763754341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=6185791827763754341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/6185791827763754341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/6185791827763754341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/05/best-ever-cousin-that-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/TAJYlGMWPPI/AAAAAAAAAkA/AkwADVbSnBA/s72-c/002p053rwWt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-4909932346527768424</id><published>2010-04-23T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T23:34:02.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving on (:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/S9KQrptc2oI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JyUhxRKrcXI/s1600/untitledgfgg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="122" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/S9KQrptc2oI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JyUhxRKrcXI/s320/untitledgfgg.jpg" tt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;HellHello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hello Earth! I'm back and i am going to update new story. So yeah, let's start!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;21 April- Fitri Birthday's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;22 April- Norizman Birthday's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Went to K1 and celebrate his birthday. Suppose to meet Linda at 4 but i extend it to 5 plus i think if i'm not wrong. Meet Linda at Makan Syok and off&amp;nbsp;to take Norizman birthday cake. It's started raining and luckly Haiel&amp;amp;Acun bring umbrella. Hahahaha, then meet Aida, Shidah&amp;amp; Anis at there and we all get prepared for Norizman birthday. We waited for so long n the end, we start late. Hahahaha. We started singing and not to forget his birthday bash. Hahahaha, keoch gyler babe! Hahahaha. After that, went and meet Linda, Shahrin, Rahmat and Iraa near swing there and we went off i think around 9 plus. Take 98 and off home sweet home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;23 April- Adventure outing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Tired and nothing much to say cos it would be long. Hahahaha, but hopefully next trip it won't happen again. And, ouh yah. Linda and " Fauzi" was so sweet yesterday. Like couple man! Hahahaha, alhamdullillah that every misunderstanding between both of you had already solved. Hopefully, there won't be anymore fighting between the both of you aitees? ;) Hahahaha. Kaeykaye, enough of it. Let's proceed to my story. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I had tried my hard to forget you but i've failed. I don't know why, each time i tried to like someone else, you will alwaya pop-up in my mind back. Arrggghh! But not to worry, i will always try my best to change this feelings as soon as possible. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ouhh&amp;nbsp;yah, Sani birthday is coming right up next Saturday! Hahaha, hopefully i can go. ): Hahahaha, ouh yah, last&amp;nbsp;long Sani(: Hahahahah. Well, i know that we have been talking about K1 recently. I'm sorry girls. And as for Farrah, do get well soon babe ! (: Well, i will end here aitees ? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Peace! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-4909932346527768424?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/4909932346527768424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=4909932346527768424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/4909932346527768424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/4909932346527768424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/04/hellhello-hello-earth-im-back-and-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/S9KQrptc2oI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JyUhxRKrcXI/s72-c/untitledgfgg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-1203953300669863068</id><published>2010-04-17T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T05:29:34.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving on(:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heloooooo people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      So yee, many things happen. 15&amp;16 April was the worse ever nightmare! I could'nt imagine it was true and i was so shock to heard that news. Maybe i put too much hope and end up like this. Lucky to the girl who get you. Well, last you guys. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Althought it's hurts to say like this but i'm still standing strong. Just now i had tuition and the day that i have my Mid-Year exams? Gosh, i can't remember Sec1-3 topics. Hahaha, have to do. Hahaha, after that i had my break and continue my English exams. Hahahaha. easy but someone complaint hard when the person is the first ione to sya that, " english is easy and i can pass". And end up, you say it's diffcult? hahahaha, kaeykaey. Tomorrow gonna have dances prac. Monday competition? Man! Hahahaha, Yesterday hang out at K1. K1 pa? Hahahaha! Many people went there and on that night of time, someones bad moment. Relak babe, i know how you feel and now i am suffering the same thing but in different way.Be strong babe, i will always be there for you. Should i still but for you present or should i not? I in confused status? ): Nevermind. Off, i have to go. Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-1203953300669863068?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/1203953300669863068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=1203953300669863068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/1203953300669863068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/1203953300669863068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/04/heloooooo-people-so-yee-many-things.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-3457812912823341430</id><published>2010-04-10T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T02:29:38.524-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i hope i get to hold you ):'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah, it's been a long time since i update my blog hah? Hahaha, so yeah. Many things had happen this few days and my account had been hack by someone. I just don't know who had hack my account but what i know is that the person is like making my account like his/her account. Hahahah, who could it be eh? Hahahah, well maybe one day i will get to know who is the person. But now, for sure the person can't long it anymore because i have already change my password. Thanks Linda for your help (: Stupid hacker. Can't do your own facebook isit? Hahahaha, okaey let's stop about this stupid hacker. Let's move on with my other story. I get to know something from Farrah about someone. Hahahah, well i don't know. But maybe a little sacrifices would do and with the support of my friends, i'm sure i could. 1year of waiting for you is very long right? Yes i know people may not trust that i have waited for him for 1year. I'm not(bangge) with it anyway. Every months i count how long i have waited for you. Well, hopefully i could get you? Bad feelings that i had now and i'm scared with this feelings. Haiss, i just don't know. Tomorrow i'm going out with Linda and others. Farrah and Acun, pegy lah dey! Hahaahah, well, got to go. Update you people with new news aitees? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-3457812912823341430?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/3457812912823341430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=3457812912823341430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/3457812912823341430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/3457812912823341430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-there-hahahah-its-been-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-2669319411936766479</id><published>2010-03-19T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:51:05.955-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shake me to wake from this bad dream'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/S6RwMsLnNPI/AAAAAAAAAjA/Sc_1xcAxN_s/s1600-h/DSC05457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/S6RwMsLnNPI/AAAAAAAAAjA/Sc_1xcAxN_s/s320/DSC05457.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heloooooooo people! Well, sorry for the DEAD blog. Hahahaha , so yeah, yesterday had some dance practice with classmates. Had so much fun ! So yeah, yerterday went to lakeside dome with Suhailah but before that go and meet Shidah. Happy oi dapat jumper dier! Hahahaah, yes ah Monday she will be back to school. (: Okaey, let's continue the story. Me and Suhailah went an bought some food as we are hungry. Hahahahah, after that straight we went to Lakeside. And blablabla, we had our practice. yesterday only Eddy, Ramadhan and Shahrin boys who only attend the dance.Haiss,and Monday i think there will be another practice. Hahahaah , 31 March is coming and i can't wait for the inter-class competition. Hahahaah , so yeah, today i'm going out. Will be going to West Coast, hahaha. Thought of going to SBDC, but then today most of my friends are not free so yeah , fair then. Hahahaha, so i think i'm done with my update here then. Till then i will update more news, Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-2669319411936766479?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/2669319411936766479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=2669319411936766479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/2669319411936766479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/2669319411936766479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/03/heloooooooo-people-well-sorry-for-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/S6RwMsLnNPI/AAAAAAAAAjA/Sc_1xcAxN_s/s72-c/DSC05457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-9020060665714928332</id><published>2010-03-05T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T23:04:39.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/S5H7AM6fYnI/AAAAAAAAAiw/xJFfJwLzfpM/s1600-h/DSC05324.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/S5H7AM6fYnI/AAAAAAAAAiw/xJFfJwLzfpM/s320/DSC05324.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heloooooooo there! Sorry for the dead blog! Hahahah , so yeah. yesterday hang out at Jurong East library with Shidah, Anis, Aida, Suhailah, Linda, Farrah, Alep, Achmad, Shahrul and Wan. Hahahaha. After that, accompany Linda wait for her &lt;em&gt;brother &lt;/em&gt;at her block. Hahaha , lame oi! Hahahah , after that i think he reach around 9 plus but the sad thing is that he only get to hear the song that he is going to sing for a while only as Linda's laptop battery is low.haiyaa, tu ah datang lambat lagy. Something happen, "RENDANG!" Hahahaha , so yeah tehy sent me home till my block and off&amp;nbsp; they went. Haahah , korangkorang . Kekek&amp;nbsp;lah , Linda todl me that they went to Linda voide deck back as tehy want to do some rehersal. Oh yah , we have inter-class competition but i don't know when is it. We are all partner up . Total participants is 13. I partner up with Ramadhan ( S.E.P.E.T) , hahaha . And this Monday , we gonna have our EP as our timetable for our EP have change. And someone dream have came true sey, hahahaha . Well, i'm off now. Will be updating new stories again next time okaey ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ouh yah. Feeza, I'm sorry i didn't attend your performances yesterday. Sorry cousin (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-9020060665714928332?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/9020060665714928332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=9020060665714928332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/9020060665714928332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/9020060665714928332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/03/heloooooooo-there-sorry-for-dead-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/S5H7AM6fYnI/AAAAAAAAAiw/xJFfJwLzfpM/s72-c/DSC05324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-4885833709069159847</id><published>2010-02-08T23:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T23:49:02.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/S3ETYcOMErI/AAAAAAAAAig/GYkjYPS7MDg/s1600-h/DSC03186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/S3ETYcOMErI/AAAAAAAAAig/GYkjYPS7MDg/s320/DSC03186.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello humans on earth! I’m finally back with a brand new post. Currently, I am at home doing some research on my coursework. And at the same time, I am taking care of my grandmother since my mum had to go somewhere on an urgent matter. I had to get my update done before my mum gets home. Hehe. I actually use the computer without my mum’s permission. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;School has been fine though there are so many things happened. Lessons are always boring but luckily I survive until the whole lesson ends. I’ve already stop the habit of writing on my diary during lesson time. An achievement made! ;) I haven’t been doing good in my academic. I failed my mathematics test. I know that I can do better but I think I just didn’t do well. Well, there are more opportunities to come and I hope I’ll do better in my upcoming test. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone has its own limit of patience. And I think I nearly lost mine but luckily, I manage to control it or else…. I don’t know what would happen. If you have a brain, you would have think wiser. If you think I ain’t got a life, I’m telling you now that I have one. Before you could assume such things, better have a second thought and think again and again until you cannot think no more! Alright girls? Let’s not talk much on this. Do something about it instead! If you feel the pinch, then I guess it might be you *winks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few more sessions left and I’m officially done with chingay. The days are nearing and I don’t feel like participating anymore as I am already sick and tired with the chingay movements. And also the timing that they released us. Last week, we were dismiss at 11pm and we reached school late midnight. And since there wasn’t any public transport, I decided to walk home with Linda. Ended up, I reached home nearly 1am. And I asked my dad to fetch me since I’m afraid to walk home alone as I’ve encountered something weird before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tomorrow, I’ll be having my ebs coursework and I’m left with survey before I’m done. I really really hope I could stay focus tomorrow because sometimes, by doing some research, it actually makes me stress up until I feel like giving up. I pitied my friends who couldn’t take ebs coursework due to their poor attendance. I really hope teacher could make up for them. I want them to pass. I don’t want any of my friends were left behind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know how much I miss dancing? How much I miss grooving to the beat? How much I miss learning those them dance steps from crik? How much I miss my crewmates? I miss being in dance scene. I know I’m still active in dance now but I had to do it behind my dad’s back as he doesn’t approves me dancing ever since the start. To his point of view, I just couldn’t go far with dancing. Well I disagree on that. Strongly disagree! Look at Singapore. Everyone can make it by dancing! They are well known and I want to be like one of them when I became older. But that is not what I really want to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just now julinda and suhailah debate over a small thing. And somehow, the matter drags and it became longer and bigger. So me, anisah, shafiq and aida actually calm them down and ask them to take things easy. To me, both are in wrong place. They shouldn’t be too sensitive when it comes to this issue. Hah. Luckily you both are matured enough to think which is right and which is wrong. If not….. tsktsk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was on my way home, aida and shafiq were dating! Hahaha, they are so sweet together. I hope you both could last forever and I really hope nothing would come across and ruin your relationship alright? I don’t see the point why girls love to fit themselves in people’s relationship! Hahahaha, fuck them all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I have nothing else to brag about and that explains why I haven’t been blogging these few days/weeks or even months! See ya in my next post ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/2524430566919008123-4885833709069159847?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/4885833709069159847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=4885833709069159847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/4885833709069159847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/4885833709069159847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-humans-on-earth-im-finally-back.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/S3ETYcOMErI/AAAAAAAAAig/GYkjYPS7MDg/s72-c/DSC03186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-3361837119270040897</id><published>2010-02-05T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T00:32:51.222-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired of chingay'/><title type='text'>ARGHHHH!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/S2vR_24k8VI/AAAAAAAAAiY/digH3JLVE-Y/s1600-h/8011053rwWt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/S2vR_24k8VI/AAAAAAAAAiY/digH3JLVE-Y/s320/8011053rwWt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;How am i going to express my feelings to say &amp;nbsp;that i am missing you right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;It's been a long time snce i have messaging you due to your prepaid is low. I missing you alot. It's been a long time we have not chat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Oh well , tmr there will be Chngay rehersal. Linda will be jonng our group, hahahaha !Im sorry im out of topic now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;And as for tmr, we have to report early. Arraghh , malas ney. &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/2524430566919008123-3361837119270040897?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/3361837119270040897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=3361837119270040897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/3361837119270040897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/3361837119270040897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/02/arghhhh.html' title='ARGHHHH!!!!'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/S2vR_24k8VI/AAAAAAAAAiY/digH3JLVE-Y/s72-c/8011053rwWt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-2387523717993099822</id><published>2010-02-04T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T03:41:04.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/S2quRjdWlUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/lnr-2Rzo9bc/s1600-h/DSC04838.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/S2quRjdWlUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/lnr-2Rzo9bc/s320/DSC04838.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;*wide smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helo readers! Sorry for not updating my blog for so long . I know that my blog is dead already . hahahaha , so yeah. Yesterday i had my Chingay thing . It was quite tiring but it's fun. Linda can't join us yesterday due to her sickness. Yesterday we reach there F1 Pit Building at 6 plus nearly 7. Hahahaha , so yeah , now im at Linda's crib and just now Linda and Shahrin is talking about me and my clone! Hahahah , Linda was laughing out loud and so asShahrin. Rabak lah korang , takpe da biase da , hahahahah! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah , tomorrow we gonna have our dance class at school . Hahahaha , can't wait for tomorrow. Linda didn't turn up to school just now. Just now we had our WEB Design. I don't know what to do as all of my pictures are small. Saturday gonna have another Chingay practice. A few more sessions and we are of for our performances. Oh damn it! Linda is now crazy of HADY! Hahahahaha(: Ouh well , i am out of topics , hahahahahah! I guess I shall stop babbling as I do not know what else should I brag about. I apologise for this short and boring post. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-2387523717993099822?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/2387523717993099822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=2387523717993099822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/2387523717993099822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/2387523717993099822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/02/wide-smile-helo-readers-sorry-for-not.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/S2quRjdWlUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/lnr-2Rzo9bc/s72-c/DSC04838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-7113002615635173664</id><published>2010-01-21T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T04:18:32.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/S1hCjvda8PI/AAAAAAAAAh4/PCERiISR3Dc/s1600-h/DSC04627.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/S1hCjvda8PI/AAAAAAAAAh4/PCERiISR3Dc/s320/DSC04627.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helly-Heloooo! Hahahahah , so yeah have been busy with Chingay stuffs. So superduper busy man. Well ,what can i say . But atleast our Chingay thing is in few more weeks, hahahaha. had so much fun just now at school espeacially at WEB . hahahahah ,senget eh ? hahahahaah! Sengetsenget! hahahahaha , after school we all went home. Damn ,i got stomachache.&amp;nbsp; On Saturday , i am having my Chingay reherseal. Need to reach school at 7 a.m? Man! We start at 9 a.m and need to reach at 7 a.m ? Man ! But not confirm yet . Hoping not at that timing man! So yeah , tmr we are going to have our EP . Hahahahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been so busy for me and this few days ,i always slept early. So yeah ,ou EBS coursework gonna start soon. Another 6 more days ? And WEB coursework also. I havent do any preparetion yet . I don't know what topic i am going to do . Maybe music? Not confirm yet . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few days , Lind has been smiling all the way . Yeah,she is finally happy right now at school cos someone entertain her at school , hahahahaha ! (:&amp;nbsp; Linda ,u happy, we as your friends are also happy babe. I will pray for your happiness always babe (:&amp;nbsp; Although there's many third party came into the both of you guys friendships , you guys still be back together . Im proud of you my friend. Wish that you guys will remains like this always babe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i will end here aitees ? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-7113002615635173664?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/7113002615635173664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=7113002615635173664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/7113002615635173664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/7113002615635173664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2010/01/helly-heloooo-hahahahah-so-yeah-have.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/S1hCjvda8PI/AAAAAAAAAh4/PCERiISR3Dc/s72-c/DSC04627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-6571215341136998457</id><published>2009-12-29T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:21:47.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Girl , if you that something , you have to earn it. Because of you , my kawan have to sacrifices her friendship for you , you know that ? Be strong babe , i know you are a strong girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; . (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes , yesterday i have dance practice . Reach there arong two plus cos i just realize that i leave my PSP in the bus that i took just now . I went back with Linda and thank god i found it already if not , i dont know what to say man! and yeah , we have our dance practice and we took some videos. After that , everyone was sitting and listening to music . After that , i took Linda &amp;amp; Wany videos of their dancing , hahahaha (:&amp;nbsp; After that , i went home and i took a quick bath and off me, my cousin , my mum , my lil' bro and my aunt went to&amp;nbsp;my uncle house . We talktalk and i took Asyikin pictures all the way , hahahah . And we went home around 11 plus like that . And just now , i went to meet my mum and off i accompany my mum to buy some stuff. And today , my mum going to cook &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Spring Chicken&lt;/span&gt; , yumyum!&amp;nbsp; Boooooohoooooo! Today , suppose to ahev and 3T2 outing to sentosa. I didn't go cos im '&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;pokai'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; now and somemore , its raining nowadays . Sorry people . Well yeah , have to go already , anything i will update again aitees ? By the way , HAPPY 2010 people ! (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nurulf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-6571215341136998457?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/6571215341136998457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=6571215341136998457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/6571215341136998457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/6571215341136998457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2009/12/girl-if-you-that-something-you-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-3041518021588481061</id><published>2009-12-26T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T22:23:21.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/Szb2O4uEYCI/AAAAAAAAAhw/pmmt352KYEU/s1600-h/DSC04138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/Szb2O4uEYCI/AAAAAAAAAhw/pmmt352KYEU/s320/DSC04138.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just a random Picture(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes&amp;nbsp;, im back people ! So let's start my story . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On&amp;nbsp;Friday , i went out with Linda to Meera's 'kenduri' . I meet Linda first then we went to Meera's places . Reach there already , me and Linda sit outside, heheheh (:&amp;nbsp; We went to meet Linda's brother and we wnet home together . Yesterday i went out with my cousin all. Muahahahah! We went to take something and headed back home. I just dont know what to do at home and thank godness Linda message me and i called her . We talktalk and i was shocked of what Linda had told me .&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I hope you guys can be together baby (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So after that ,we put down as Linda still at her cousin house . And then , my cousin came and we talk about her boyfriend and stuff. Today im going out to Jurong Point with my cousin and my mum . But somethng and just now i was chatting with Linda. For this holiday's , i have been going out with Linda, T.I.C , meet Farrah. Thats all . Im missing all my classmates . I want to apologizes to Shidah&amp;amp;Suhailah cos i didn't turn up babe. And this coming 30 Dec, there's an outing with classmates ? Wooohooo! Meet you guys soon(: I have many things to update but i just don't know where to start . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im missing many people right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;-Lindasoul! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;-Shasha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;-Shidah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;-Anis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;-Suhailah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;-Ayu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;-Sheila!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;-Juriah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;-Aida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;And all my classmates! I love my people (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-3041518021588481061?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/3041518021588481061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=3041518021588481061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/3041518021588481061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/3041518021588481061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-random-picture-so-yes-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/Szb2O4uEYCI/AAAAAAAAAhw/pmmt352KYEU/s72-c/DSC04138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-1157138289078943016</id><published>2009-12-17T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T22:25:49.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-1157138289078943016?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/1157138289078943016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=1157138289078943016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/1157138289078943016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/1157138289078943016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2009/12/heloooo-readers-im-sory-i-didnt-update.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-5402320939330458595</id><published>2009-11-11T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T00:15:10.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SvprJCD0jKI/AAAAAAAAAhg/XH3O5aVlJ6w/s1600-h/801D053rwWt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SvprJCD0jKI/AAAAAAAAAhg/XH3O5aVlJ6w/s320/801D053rwWt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helo there ! Today post will be short and sweet okaey ? So yes , someone give me one suggestion . Write about this person at my blog like i use to write about him , so let me make it simple okaey ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: x-large;"&gt;AMIRUL !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Who is he ? His friend of Azwandi . Didi told me many stories about him , this and that . Okaey , let me tell you about him just a lil' bit okaey ?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;From the first time i know about him , i swear he is weird . You guys can also say weird .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I just don't know why he acting like that . Didi says something about him and all i can say is that , we can be friends. After that , he vanish from my world as i didn't hear his name anymore from Didi. And in sudden , he came back , appear again in the story . Could this be reality ? Or dream ? Hahahaha ! Oh my , what am i talking about man ? Hahaha , see Didi , this is all because of you !haahaha !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-5402320939330458595?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/5402320939330458595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=5402320939330458595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/5402320939330458595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/5402320939330458595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2009/11/helo-there-today-post-will-be-short-and.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SvprJCD0jKI/AAAAAAAAAhg/XH3O5aVlJ6w/s72-c/801D053rwWt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-389734227983497363</id><published>2009-11-06T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T01:22:43.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heloooo readers , so yeah let me tell you readers some story okaye ? Hahahah , so yeah , now im at Linda's crib and we prank someone (: hahaha , we laugh alot today you know ! Hahahah , you know , i know okaye Linda (: So yeah , life now has been so much fun ! [I'm loving it ] , hahah . So yeah , yesterdya Didi called me up and tell me something , haiss . Now , let me continue my camp story okaey ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp is sooooo much fun sey ! SUMPAH gerek ! I group with Sumai , Jamillah , Gegerl , Tin Sum , Zairul , Azuan , Dan , Suhailah , and some people that i forgot already . We complete our adventure , our hiking. Although it was tiring , but we still have so much fun [I'm loving it] !&amp;nbsp; We finish our hiking around 11 plus and then&amp;nbsp; we headed back to our camp site . We are very tired but we still have to reach our camp site , what to do ? (: Hahahah , so yeah , we reach our camp site and then we headed to our room and then we went to our canteen as we are going to have our lunch . After we had our lunch , we go to our height element . I didn't take part , heheh . I was watching Jamillah and Suhailah climbing. I was so noisy and i tell Jamillah to climb here , there , hahahah ! And then , we headed to thsi place and i forgot the name and then it started to rain , hahahahah (:&amp;nbsp; Everyone go to the boys dorm and we sitted there . My group combine with group 3 . We play some games and we are having so much fun . Hahahaha , and we sitted there till 5 plus . And off we have our shower . After that , we have our BBQ . Fun you know , and then we have our camp fire but not and actually camp fire . Only those people who can't sleep , they can sit around the camp fire site . Me , Linda , Farrah , Suhailah and this two instructor , we are chtting around . Hahahah , fun you know (: And we knock off around 1 plus . Sleepy sey ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will end here aitees ? Byebye ! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-389734227983497363?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/389734227983497363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=389734227983497363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/389734227983497363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/389734227983497363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2009/11/heloooo-readers-so-yeah-let-me-tell-you.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-6533018180142109751</id><published>2009-11-02T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T23:59:23.510-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love my people'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/Su_fVNSSxdI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/-AMBLGZG16U/s1600-h/DSC03372.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/Su_fVNSSxdI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/-AMBLGZG16U/s320/DSC03372.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I somehow , missing u ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helooooo , soory if i didnt update mly blog for the past few days . My computer give me problem&amp;nbsp;, again ? Hahahaah ! Nvermind , so yeah i just reach from my camp site . It was really fun you know although there is rain and its heavily , Hahahaah , i miss it already sey ? ): Hahaha , so yeah , many things that im going to type but i will update about it next time okaey ? Oh yah , just now ,when i reach home my mum asked me to fetch my lil brother from school ,and i say okaye . After that , when i reach my lil brother school already , i waited for him and then , read this conversation . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : (waiting for my adeq)&lt;br /&gt;Lil bro: Jom lah jalan .&lt;br /&gt;Me: ( walking)&lt;br /&gt;Lil bro : (turn around) KAK&amp;nbsp;! (and he hug me)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (i hug him back) Ye fir ?&lt;br /&gt;Lil bro: Fir rindu kak. Fir sampai nangis mimpikan kak (he cried)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (touch) Lah , takmo nangis . Ni kak da balek da nie , takmo nanges .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then , we went off . How lucky i am to have a lil brother like him ? I love him (:&amp;nbsp; So yeah , i meassage the person that i write at my previous post . Yeah , we do message each other. I miss our old times ): If only i could turn back the time. My life now has been so much better . I love every person around me , *thumbs up* . On Sunday , i went out with my cousina nd my cousin mum since my mum is not at home as she when to Malaysia. So , we went to attend a wedding ceremony and then i though i saw Feiraz you know . But then , no , wrong person . Hahahah (: After that , Fiza want to walkwalk forst at Tampines and then we go and buy drinks and off we go home . Im sorry to Linda &amp;amp; Farrah&amp;nbsp;cause i didn't attend Sri Ulan performances . Im sorry girls , next time i go okaey ? I promise (: Okaey lah , i will end now okaey ? Toodles readers !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-6533018180142109751?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/6533018180142109751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=6533018180142109751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/6533018180142109751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/6533018180142109751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-somehow-missing-u-helooooo-soory-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/Su_fVNSSxdI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/-AMBLGZG16U/s72-c/DSC03372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-1212473310860840315</id><published>2009-10-28T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T04:34:38.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i miss you boy / sunny ):'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Tittle of the song : &lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Kau Tipu Aku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Somehow , i miss many people right now .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just dont understand when this feelings came &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just don't feel that i can take this nomore .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Please end this quick , please .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okaey , let me list down who i miss !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bestfriends&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; Friends&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;[ Girl]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;LeanduhSoul ♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Suahilah ♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Shidah ♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Farrah ♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Anisah ♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Aida ♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Juriah ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Sheila ♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Friends &amp;amp; Close Friends &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;[Boys]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Sunny ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Feiraz ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Shahrizal ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Azwandi ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;And someone from my classmates (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I hate when this feelings came and i started to miss you this much boy ): Please help me ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I SWEAR i miss you ): I feel like messaging you and asking you '&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; How are you ? Are you okaye ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; " and so &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;on . I just don't know how . &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;AHHHHHHH &lt;/span&gt;! What should i do ? I feel like crying when it remind me of the past and what had happen last time when we both contact each other . To many sweet memories that we have last time boy , to much boy . Our friendship still there but we didn't contact each other ?&amp;nbsp;Sometimes , i keep thinking if i could turn back the time and i would act as if i don't have any feelings for you . But feelings develop each day . I feel like crying while typing this up ): Boy , i miss you badly . I swear it's true . What should i do ? Called you up and tell you "How are you ? " I will end here okaye ? Will post more about tomorrow ):&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/2524430566919008123-1212473310860840315?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/1212473310860840315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=1212473310860840315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/1212473310860840315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/1212473310860840315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2009/10/somehow-i-miss-many-people-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-7723367623394178774</id><published>2009-10-27T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T04:16:11.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SubWE0eUQ0I/AAAAAAAAAg4/z0L2jjkd_Js/s1600-h/0011053rwWt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SubWE0eUQ0I/AAAAAAAAAg4/z0L2jjkd_Js/s320/0011053rwWt.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;As the sky is moving , my mind start to think of you again? Vanish !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tittle of the songs today : &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Loved to be Loved by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello readers ! &lt;br /&gt;Story begins now ! So yes , today i went to school as per normal . I board 157 bus and then i saw Linda waited for me &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;[sorry].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; After that , we went in and meet the others . After that we go to Parade Square and we have our pledge taking , &lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;[skipskip].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Firstly, we had our MT . I pass man , wooooohoooooo ! Today , many people didn't come&amp;nbsp;but some of them , they are having camp . So yeah , back to the story . During the MT , we combine with 3T1 class . We make our paper and this boy &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;[ohhh geram siak]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ! Mark already , me , Linda . Aida , Suhailah , Ayu and Shidah help Mdm Lorena up . We pack up all the stuffs and put it in the box as we are going to change school to old Boon Lay Sec as our school are going to have some renovation (: So yeah , it was quite tiring you know ! Hahaah , so yeah , we do it till 10 plus and it was like nearly our recess but not yet . We get our upah , chocolate oi ! hahahaha , we share together . SEDAP ! hahaahah (:&amp;nbsp; After that , we go and meet Mdm Lorena to give the classroom key and of we go to library and then off to canteen. Something happen[whatever]! After that , we had our free period for the moment and then Mr. Chia come into the class , hahahah ! WE do our own things and then we have our CT . Mrs. Neo told us that , there are 6 pupils who failed ? OMG ! Im scared that im one of them ! ): I&amp;nbsp;don't want to failed , i don't want to retained ! ): SUMPAH , i don't want . We&amp;nbsp;will be having Cross-Country this Friday and we need to choose one counrty. Japan is the choice ? Haiyoyo ! Linda want Malaysia (: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;[fake je tau]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . Some of them want India &lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[hahahaha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt; . Okaey , maybe we will take Japan , and yeah after school , we all went home as we have no plans for today? So yeah , yesterday was the tiring day ever man ! My leg is so lenguh . Long time never had a&amp;nbsp;hard prac , hahahah ! So from here i will end aitees ? Toodles ! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-7723367623394178774?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/7723367623394178774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=7723367623394178774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/7723367623394178774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/7723367623394178774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-sky-is-moving-my-mind-start-to-think.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SubWE0eUQ0I/AAAAAAAAAg4/z0L2jjkd_Js/s72-c/0011053rwWt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-8195488767934479593</id><published>2009-10-25T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T01:17:25.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I never hated you for not loving me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;but i hated you for making me fall for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I missing you alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I just couldn't say the last goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;cos all the roads lead me back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;How i wish you wasn't there where you are now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;when we both first lay our first trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;But i have to understand how bad you want it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;You have my full support which i always did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;`for you my azwandi`&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I love you my love one ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have to let you go .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All the arguement is the nightmare .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have a enjoyable life .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Take care azwandi .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; ~love ; nurulfarhana~ &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/2524430566919008123-8195488767934479593?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/8195488767934479593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=8195488767934479593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/8195488767934479593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/8195488767934479593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-never-hated-you-for-not-loving-me-but.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-1774926280214432150</id><published>2009-10-24T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T23:06:23.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SuPdfHCvVpI/AAAAAAAAAgw/kvwwvTeQ0T4/s1600-h/DSC03058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SuPdfHCvVpI/AAAAAAAAAgw/kvwwvTeQ0T4/s320/DSC03058.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;She's my everything. My dear cousin , i love you FeeZaKaySiow !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tittle of the song:&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Tetap Bertahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helooooo readers ! So yeah , yesterday i went out . FeeZa , thanks for lending me your shoulder yesterday . I love you cousin ! But im sorry that i have to say i still love him ): Im sorry . So yeah , yestrday we took alot of pictures as we are so boring . We walk here and there as if we are not visiting anyone at the hospital oi ! hahahaha ! After that , we go and take a walk at Queensway . And off we go home , we take 198. And off we seperated . Reach home , take a quick bite and then he message me and i called him . Oh man , it's liek we are talking in our old times ! **** ! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;[farhana, lupekan die lah]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So yeah , talk with him and then he fall asleep ? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;[bbl sorang siol aku]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; . Linda called me , hahaha ! Today may not be going anywhere . Just now chat with someone &lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;[unknown]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt; . Thanks yah for the infor (: hahahaha !&amp;nbsp; He online and he was so suspicious i think ? Hahahaha ! What can i say , right will always be there . =D Okaey lah , will be M.I.A for the moment as i need some peace (: toddles readers !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-1774926280214432150?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/1774926280214432150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=1774926280214432150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/1774926280214432150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/1774926280214432150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2009/10/shes-my-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SuPdfHCvVpI/AAAAAAAAAgw/kvwwvTeQ0T4/s72-c/DSC03058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-2331147818153564856</id><published>2009-10-23T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:03:29.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SuKLVuDUToI/AAAAAAAAAgo/byvnXY7N2Y0/s1600-h/DSC08886.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SuKLVuDUToI/AAAAAAAAAgo/byvnXY7N2Y0/s320/DSC08886.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;How dark the place is , i will still smile . Although how sad i am now , i will still smile no matter what . Life have to move on ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Tittle of the song is : &lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Tears Drop From My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Guitar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heloooo readers ! So yeah&amp;nbsp;, i put a new tagboard so please do tagged aitees ? So yeah&amp;nbsp;, later will be meeting my cousin and we will be going out ? Hahahaha ! Just now in the morning , didi called me . It was the worse nightmare ever , i swear ! Im deeply hurt of what had happen and i really can't say anything . I was so shocked ! I have to accept the fact taht it's true then although it's hard for me to accept it . It's okaey , last yeah ?&amp;nbsp; End here aitees ? Will be updating more later when i reach home (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy : DARSKI &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-2331147818153564856?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/2331147818153564856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=2331147818153564856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/2331147818153564856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/2331147818153564856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-dark-place-is-i-will-still-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SuKLVuDUToI/AAAAAAAAAgo/byvnXY7N2Y0/s72-c/DSC08886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-4031660724303323390</id><published>2009-10-23T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T07:14:02.830-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iloveyounomatterwhat ):'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SuG5M3_4ssI/AAAAAAAAAgg/GG-IgNsLXoc/s1600-h/001i053rwWt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SuG5M3_4ssI/AAAAAAAAAgg/GG-IgNsLXoc/s320/001i053rwWt.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im soo &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;UPSAD&lt;/span&gt; with you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you tell me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just don't understand why ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DAMN !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im looking forward to the day but this is what happen ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks alot boy ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you as you know that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But this is what i get in the end ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-4031660724303323390?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/4031660724303323390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=4031660724303323390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/4031660724303323390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/4031660724303323390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-soo-upsad-with-you-why-can-you-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SuG5M3_4ssI/AAAAAAAAAgg/GG-IgNsLXoc/s72-c/001i053rwWt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-2899489188483866066</id><published>2009-10-22T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:56:33.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tittle of the song today is : &lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Dear God-Avenge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Sevenfold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for your called yestersay till i fell asleep ! I have just got my English &amp;amp; EBS result today , i pass ! Woohoooooo ! =D [cheers for farhana !] hahahaha ! , so yeah just now we got a mini celebration . Okaey , fun lah and we are going to have our up coming camp , on Nov maybe ? With 3T1 pupils . So yeah , today post will be short okaye ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Boy , what's happening ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Why why why ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;What's wrong with you boy ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;You are so different boy ? ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Saddy sad you know ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;If only you could read my mind right now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;And if only you are beside me right now , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;i would like to tell you how i feel towards you ):&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/2524430566919008123-2899489188483866066?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/2899489188483866066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=2899489188483866066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/2899489188483866066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/2899489188483866066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2009/10/tittle-of-song-today-is-dear-god-avenge.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-8099377037912211348</id><published>2009-10-22T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T04:26:42.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SuA6PMQ1kDI/AAAAAAAAAgY/GlinZND3K_g/s1600-h/DSC02967.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SuA6PMQ1kDI/AAAAAAAAAgY/GlinZND3K_g/s320/DSC02967.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;IMISSYOU !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Title of the song today is : &lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YANK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah , currently , my cousin is at my house , hahahah [KPO] ! So yeah , just now we get our result ! I was damn upsad and i know that i have tried my best ): I've got 38/50 (CPA practical) and i fail my MATHS !&amp;nbsp; damn upsad =( Will be updating my next results okaye ? ): And i was damn not happy with my Art teacher , [maaf] . She was so unfair you know ! Haiss , i don't know what to say lah ! Just now , we have our WEB and we have to send my WEB teacher our file again , and i surf the net for awhile , hehehe . So yeah , after school , we don't know where to go so we all go home sweet home . I go and accompany Linda first and then went home . When i reach home , Fiza &amp;amp; her mum reach already , not to forget her abang ! =D . So yeah , to &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMIRUL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;What do you want ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Come on lah ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Im not a type of girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;that you think lah kaey ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My hearts are only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;or one person only okaye ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;I not intrested in anyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;expect one person kaey ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;So please , go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;and get someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;else okaye ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Thanks (:&lt;/span&gt; So yeah , tmrrw my class will be having a celebration as we have won the BEST of NT classes ! Woohoo ! =D HappyHappy Always ! (:&amp;nbsp; Will stop here aitees ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BOY: DARSKI &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are my one&amp;amp;only (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking forward boy =D&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/2524430566919008123-8099377037912211348?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/8099377037912211348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=8099377037912211348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/8099377037912211348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/8099377037912211348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2009/10/imissyou-so-yeah-currently-my-cousin-is.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SuA6PMQ1kDI/AAAAAAAAAgY/GlinZND3K_g/s72-c/DSC02967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-3533019646943300868</id><published>2009-10-21T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T02:55:04.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hanya kau yang mampu ):'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know but sometimes i feel that we lack already .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why boy ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I keep askng myself that Q and i still can't find the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just don't know what to do ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you know .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm , what will happen next ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im UPSAD !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boy : DARSKI ! &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥&lt;/strong&gt;&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/2524430566919008123-3533019646943300868?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/3533019646943300868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=3533019646943300868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/3533019646943300868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/3533019646943300868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-know-but-sometimes-i-feel-that.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-2465781237041211789</id><published>2009-10-21T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T00:15:52.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/St6oyK9YbpI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/7UnE9IfsjYY/s1600-h/DSC02907.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/St6oyK9YbpI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/7UnE9IfsjYY/s320/DSC02907.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;ILOVEHER !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Today song is : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IMPIANKU &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Helo readers ! So yeah , let's start the story ! So yes , yesterday i went out with Linda , Suhailah , Sheila with her siblings and her sister and Acun. So yeah , firstly , i was late to meet Linda . I am suppose meet Linda &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[maaf yah]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . I message her and saying that i have already reach her place and im outside her house lift . So yeah , we went to take the bus . Waited for 98 and then saw Sheila and others , hahahaha ! So yeah , we waited for the bus together and then we take 187 . Reach already , me &amp;amp; Linda waited for Suhailah at busstop . After that , we go and meet them . Reach already , i went to shop for awhile to buy some water and then off we go to Jurong East . We spend our time there and we really had so much fun at there ! hahahaha , &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Linda , maaf eh kiter anuh gtu kat kau , hehehe]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . So yeah , after that we plan where we want to eat later , haiyoyo ! Punyer lah susah nak plan , and atlast we go to Jurong Point and eat . After that , we go walkwalk for awhile and then Linda saw someone ! hahahahah =D And yeah , after that we go to interchange and yeah off we went home =D I think i reach home around 7 plus ah and then i take a quick bath and off i go and watch Cahaya show . After that , i waited for Jihan show ! Hahahahahah , tak saba oi ! =D Jihan show started already and watch it till finish . And today story ? I wake up around 6 plus. Get ready to go school and then i waited for Linda at railing . Went in , and then assemble at Parade Square . &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[skipskip] .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We have to go assemble at the hall with the other lower sec pupils , as we have a posting exams i think ? I sit at the back of the hall . &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[blablabla]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . Today , we did not hang out as we have no plan today . All went home and here im updating my blog =D I have already ended my story . Toodlers readers ! =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/2524430566919008123-2465781237041211789?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/2465781237041211789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=2465781237041211789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/2465781237041211789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/2465781237041211789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2009/10/iloveher-today-song-is-impianku-helo.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/St6oyK9YbpI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/7UnE9IfsjYY/s72-c/DSC02907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-3178493401725679417</id><published>2009-10-19T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:03:26.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Huahahahaha ! Okaey this post is for&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; "Imran , Shah &amp;amp; Farhan " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;You guys listen up here ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;What you guys do all this while is mepek &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;kaey ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;What you guys want huh ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;No job to do isit ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Oi , aku tak kembang and cair langsung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;okaey ngn korang punyer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;typing okaey ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;korang please go and have job (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Thankyou ! =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What had happen yesterday night was the worse . I just can't believe that you would do that to me ? Why boy why ? I just can't believe that / If i say NO means NO ! Haiss ): I cried for you ? Is it worth it for you ? I just don't understand why ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaey , let's start ! So yeah , today i will be going out with Sheila , Acun and Sheila siblings . Linda , Suhailah and me will be tagging along yeah =D Tak saba dok ! Hahahahah ! Maybe&amp;nbsp;, i will be put my blog private for a moment ah . Insyallah , not that confirm ah . So yeah , im looking forward to 31st October . Hahaahahah , tak saba oi ! QuickQuick ! Hahahahaha =D&amp;nbsp; Okaye , will end here aitees ? Will be posting about today later after i reach home , toodles ! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy : DARSKI &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-3178493401725679417?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/3178493401725679417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=3178493401725679417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/3178493401725679417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/3178493401725679417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2009/10/huahahahaha-okaey-this-post-is-for.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-6296454181001957623</id><published>2009-10-19T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T04:54:09.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today tittle of the song is &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Ku ingin kamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy , i love you !&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Heloooo readers ! So yeah , let me start today's story . So today i went our with Suhailah &amp;amp; Linda. Firstly , i go and meet Linda first then go and meet Suhailah at Jurong Point. Reach already , Suhailah face was so moody . She says that &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;*insertname*&lt;/span&gt; i don't know what . After that , we headed to Jurong Point . We go there cause we want to find job and now i am waiting for the person to called (: So yeah , we tried many shop but then max age is 16 , alamak !&amp;nbsp; But then , don't give up !&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt; [ Kite sebagai rakyat Singapura jangan lah putus asa ! Harus bekerja keras untuk mendapat apa yang kita inginkan]&lt;/span&gt; hahahahah ! =D So yeah , after that , i accompany Linda ot meet someone and then we went to Imm to try some place. So yeah , we go and buy drinks fir as we are very SUPER-DUPER tired ! We go and relax ourselves at Garden Plaza . We sit there till 5 plus then we walk off . But before that , we go and find some places that we have not gone to . So we try this place and hopefully we get it , please :) And then . we walk for awhile as Linda was talking to her sister and complaning something , hehehehe &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;[ jangan mara yah ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . And then , we headed to busstop . Waited for 98 and of we go . Reach at Linda places , and then go and accompany Linda to buy food and then went off . We talk about many things today and i can't reveal it here :) Just now , he called me . &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ sorry yah tak angkat called u , i tak dengar yah . Soory ]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I will end here aitees ? Toodles readers ! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy : You know me didn't you ? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Try me if you don't trust me .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I love you as you know .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Whoever has message me today using your phone , i don't even care &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; All i care is you me dear boy .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You , yes you ! REMEMBER that ! =D&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/2524430566919008123-6296454181001957623?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/6296454181001957623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=6296454181001957623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/6296454181001957623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/6296454181001957623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2009/10/memories-hahahah-cool-huh-girl-play.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-2362624306049652607</id><published>2009-10-17T03:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T03:51:24.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy , &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;DARSKI ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;One love , Two heart (:&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/2524430566919008123-2362624306049652607?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/2362624306049652607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=2362624306049652607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/2362624306049652607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/2362624306049652607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2009/10/boy-darski-one-love-two-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-440431424489286679</id><published>2009-10-17T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T03:35:10.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/StmVqG9qKxI/AAAAAAAAAfw/QX4XqqVY0d8/s1600-h/DSC02905.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/StmVqG9qKxI/AAAAAAAAAfw/QX4XqqVY0d8/s320/DSC02905.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today song : &lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You belong with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helooooo people ! So yeah , let me start yesterdya story okaye ? So yes , yesterday my school got this event . It's Perjumpaan Hari Raya , and i think 10 differents school came . The hall was so happening giler oi ! Hahahaha , there is Hong kah , Hua Yi , Shuqun , Yuan Ching&amp;nbsp; and many more but it all came from Westside only yeahh (: So yes , yesterday went and meet Linda first then went to school and wiated for Aida&amp;nbsp;and then Anis came. Reach already , go and meet Mdm Sarah and then went to hall as we have our rehersal . And then we went to toilet as we wanted to change our costumes. After that , went to music rooma dn we had our rehersal again . We sit at music room for awhiole and then we went down and gather with the school . Can i skip ? We finish our concert at 630pm . So yeah , after that , i go and change to my school shirt . After that , went home , me , Linda and Suhailah went to shop first. After that , go and walk with Linda and then off we seperated our ways . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah , today went out with my cousin . Penat oi ! Okaey , won't elobate much . End here aitess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Boy , IMISSYOU ! ):&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/2524430566919008123-440431424489286679?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/440431424489286679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=440431424489286679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/440431424489286679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/440431424489286679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-song-you-belong-with-me-helooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/StmVqG9qKxI/AAAAAAAAAfw/QX4XqqVY0d8/s72-c/DSC02905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-1281924370407754799</id><published>2009-10-16T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T04:32:59.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SthY_dgmyqI/AAAAAAAAAfo/4YEs5wPTe5Q/s1600-h/0002052F3DS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SthY_dgmyqI/AAAAAAAAAfo/4YEs5wPTe5Q/s320/0002052F3DS.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Birthday To You !&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday To You !&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday To Zulkanaein !&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday To You !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahh , da 15th seyy ! Hahahah (: Hope all your wish will come true one day yeahh ? Take care !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah , today was a gerek day ever ! Wooooohooooooooo ! They boom the hall today ! So yes , further post will be next aitee ?&amp;nbsp; Take care !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only in love with only one , no others okaey ? Your mepek people please , so damn mepek ! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-1281924370407754799?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/1281924370407754799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=1281924370407754799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/1281924370407754799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/1281924370407754799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-to-you-happy-birthday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SthY_dgmyqI/AAAAAAAAAfo/4YEs5wPTe5Q/s72-c/0002052F3DS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-7445332699441806715</id><published>2009-10-15T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T00:42:45.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am leanduh.'/><title type='text'>Julinda</title><content type='html'>Hello. I have nothing to do so I update this blog which is obviously not my blog. But I've asked for her permission and I got a green light to update at least something. Well, all the best for those who are taking Art tomorrow. Get ready for your butts to get burn because you have to sit for freaking three hours, concentrating on the papers! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I share a story? I really think it's hilarious but I don't know for some of you readers. But if you were there with me, you'd think it's funny too. Hais, why this kind of human beings are still alive eh? They should be banned! Nevermind, once a liar, always a liar. But &lt;i&gt;kalau nak tipu pun, berpada-pada lah sikit kan. takmu lah terselah sangat kebodohan korang tu. &lt;/i&gt;Hahahaha! I'm laughing right now. Yes, I am crazy but not tooooo crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, after I finished my exams for freaking three hours. I have angklung practice to attend and afterwhich, I have to perform for &lt;b&gt;Perjumpaan Hari Raya &lt;/b&gt;which definitely, I'm looking forward for it. There are 10 different schools that will be joining us, if I'm not wrong so I bet it's gonna be an enjoyable concert. But the sad thing is, we have to perform! :(((((((((((((( And if I'm not wrong, we'll be playing Rasuk not Hayat. So, let's hope that tomorrow, there's no hiccups during practices. And hoping that we didn't pissed Mr Dzul off because it has been so long we last went to angklung practice. Last was when during fasting month (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;people! i'm not going to impak maksima the musical. they are having the musical for two days but unfortunately, i can't attend for both days. i'm celebrating my belated birthday and my brother's birthday and i also have an open house to attend. what to do, family comes first right? hais. i'm super upset that i can't go. i'm looking forward for it &amp;amp; wanted to go badly but what to do....it's not my luck :( maybe next time. who knows syamsul yusof also have one in the future? hahaha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, lastly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I ♥ Soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-7445332699441806715?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/7445332699441806715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=7445332699441806715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/7445332699441806715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/7445332699441806715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2009/10/julinda.html' title='Julinda'/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-5027221814006250288</id><published>2009-10-13T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:31:28.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/StVq7J9RpoI/AAAAAAAAAfg/5Zv_4rL9GC4/s1600-h/DSC02805.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/StVq7J9RpoI/AAAAAAAAAfg/5Zv_4rL9GC4/s320/DSC02805.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Song for today :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Where are you now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;As we humans being, we have to gone through the thick and thin or happiness and sadness. But , we still standing strong :) Boy , im still standing strong !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Heloooooo readers ! Hahahaha , so yes just now I have my Maths Paper 2 ! Hahaha , okaye , hmm it was quite diffcult for me but the graph is easy oi ! Hahahah , but sayang no curve ruler , haiss . I have to do nicely using free hand , hahaha ! After that , we are dismiss around 9 ? Yeahh , straight away went to canteen , eat while waiting for someone . After that , me , Linda , Farrah , Suhailah &amp;amp; Aida went to office to take something then the office person said that we need to wait for 10 mins , and we okaey with it . So we walkwalk and Linda nowhere to be found and i message her and ask her where is she and she replied she is at Student Corner , hahaha ! Me , Suhailah , Farrah &amp;amp; Aida we walkwalk and then we walk past Durrah place and we talk . After that , Durrah distured Farrah by calling her boyfriend name and then i don't kow what happen . And then , we went back to canteen and waited for Linda . Linda message me to went up but then , Suhailah wanted to see someone. We sit at canteen then Linda came down . We talktalk then went off , me, Linda &amp;amp; Farrah take 99 . And off we separated . Just now Linda message me about something , haiyoyo ! Nevermind , oh yes yesterday went to Juorng Point with mum after that fetch my lil' brother. Then went home and on the phone with him :) Okaey , now is raining , cold oh cold (: Okaey then will end here aitess ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy : IMISSYOU ! &lt;/strong&gt;&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/2524430566919008123-5027221814006250288?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/5027221814006250288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=5027221814006250288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/5027221814006250288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/5027221814006250288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-we-humans-being-we-have-to-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/StVq7J9RpoI/AAAAAAAAAfg/5Zv_4rL9GC4/s72-c/DSC02805.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-8711180042045109175</id><published>2009-10-12T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:07:56.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;As the world turns round and round , people on earth is starting to change day by day . We won't be sticking to our normal behavior as we are now . One day , we will change to. If only i could turn back the time and tell you what i felt and how hurtful i am to know it but i kept it silen without you knowing as i know that you won't even care about it ): If im in a wrong position , tell me . But please don't do thie me . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Helooo readers ! So yeah , today went to school as per nomal. Today the wheater is very cold and i was like alahai ! Exams lah kan , go have to go to school. So get ready to school and then , waited for bus and reached the busstop already. Waited for Linda and while waiting for Linda , i saw Amis (Serondeng) . Hahahaha , long time never saw him sey after thte OBS camp (: At first , he didn't saw me cos there is a wall blocking , hahaha ! So after that , 98 came and then he saw me cos he is going to aboard the bus , hahaha . He smile at me first (: hahaha , kaeykaye , whatever. Linda arrived and we go in to the school. Arrived already , straight away to class. Take pledge and then sit down. Today we have our Maths Paper 1. Oh my , okaey im nervous already . I scared what is going to happen next ? I don't want to fail ! (Stupid farhana) ! After that , take handphone from Juriah and off to canteen. Receive message from him ? Hahahaha , kaeykaey . Eat for awhile and then they&amp;nbsp;wanted to lepak at near&amp;nbsp;Mat block. Went there already , some of us&amp;nbsp;is wanted to go back already ,&amp;nbsp;saw Fiza (junior) . After that , went home with Farrah , Linda &amp;amp; me . As Aida will take the bus&amp;nbsp;oppsite&amp;nbsp;us . We&amp;nbsp;take 198&amp;nbsp;, and i walk home with&amp;nbsp;Linda.&amp;nbsp;Chityychatty , and off we seperated. Listen to music. Reach home already , on computer (:&amp;nbsp; Just now shat with Linda and now i am goin to view&amp;nbsp;her private blog ( cheychey) ! hahahah , okaye lah , will end here&amp;nbsp;okaye ? Maybe&amp;nbsp;going&amp;nbsp;out&amp;nbsp;with mum and my lil bro (:&amp;nbsp; hahahaha ! mum , treat me ! hahahahah (: okaey then , will be updating more news okaey ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;BOY : IMISSYOU ! (CRUSH)- David Archuleta !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-8711180042045109175?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/8711180042045109175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=8711180042045109175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/8711180042045109175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/8711180042045109175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-world-turns-round-and-round-people.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-630833220391577476</id><published>2009-10-12T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T04:36:16.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: large;"&gt;IMISSYOU ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: large;"&gt;Where are on earth are you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: large;"&gt;Come back !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: large;"&gt;I miss you alot boy !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: large;"&gt;I love you my one&amp;amp;only 'D'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2524430566919008123-630833220391577476?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/630833220391577476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=630833220391577476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/630833220391577476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/630833220391577476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2009/10/imissyou-where-are-on-earth-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-6068884537413079189</id><published>2009-10-11T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T23:37:28.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/StLOkjO1AbI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/-IscxfCEX6w/s1600-h/DSg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/StLOkjO1AbI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/-IscxfCEX6w/s320/DSg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Im super upset with you !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;I don;t know why .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;What did i do till you have to do this ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Im just stress up with you boy !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Please tell me why&amp;nbsp;can ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;I hate when this feelings came ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2524430566919008123-6068884537413079189?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/6068884537413079189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=6068884537413079189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/6068884537413079189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/6068884537413079189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-super-upset-with-you-i-dont-know-why.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/StLOkjO1AbI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/-IscxfCEX6w/s72-c/DSg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-6958641872531169022</id><published>2009-10-11T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:27:47.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/StKjpJY0_KI/AAAAAAAAAfI/A_sN0SYC6XM/s1600-h/DSC02729.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/StKjpJY0_KI/AAAAAAAAAfI/A_sN0SYC6XM/s320/DSC02729.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today tittle of the song is: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Luahan Hati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello readers ! So yeah , let me start the story okaey ? So yes , yesterday on the phone with him and i talk things ot with him and atlast he admit ? See i know what's going on so please don't lie to me boy . He has admit already and everything okaye . He called me ising whose phone also i don't know then he called me using his house phone , cepat nah u alek ? Hahaha , mcm superman gtu eh ? hahaha , okaey after that we talk and talk. And then , we put don't as he need to sleep already . So yes , today i had my CPA test , practical. Got this one part , i do anyhow , hahahaha! After i had done the paper , i go and drawdraw using paint , and something happen. Siak je sheila ! hahahaha , after that we have to stay outside the computer lab first. After the 3T1 pupils have arrived already , then we can go . We have to meet Mr. Adnan first then we go to canteen to eat something , after that&amp;nbsp;went out and off we go home . Today nothing much happen.&amp;nbsp;Okaey , today will be meeting Linda at her crib's as we have a double date study, hahahaha ! Just now , i try to conttact him but can;tget through ? Why eh , hmmmm? His mad ? haiss , i don't know . (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Boy ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What's wrong ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Are you mad ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I just don;t knwo what's wrong with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Do contact me back and tell me why .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;We talks things out okaey ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Im just tired of fighting , SUMPAH !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Pasal sayang u punyer pasal , i give in (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-6958641872531169022?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/6958641872531169022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=6958641872531169022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/6958641872531169022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/6958641872531169022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-tittle-of-song-is-luahan-hati.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/StKjpJY0_KI/AAAAAAAAAfI/A_sN0SYC6XM/s72-c/DSC02729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-7010716254188356914</id><published>2009-10-11T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T05:05:49.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/StHKE2UJXXI/AAAAAAAAAfA/EzAMlxdDARA/s1600-h/DSC02553.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/StHKE2UJXXI/AAAAAAAAAfA/EzAMlxdDARA/s320/DSC02553.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Text me !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Called me up !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I miss you !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2524430566919008123-7010716254188356914?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/7010716254188356914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=7010716254188356914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/7010716254188356914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/7010716254188356914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2009/10/text-me-called-me-up-i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/StHKE2UJXXI/AAAAAAAAAfA/EzAMlxdDARA/s72-c/DSC02553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524430566919008123.post-264544040221817342</id><published>2009-10-10T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:56:09.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First of all !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... rolling down .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/StFkTzfqAII/AAAAAAAAAe4/-f6CznxDvKs/s1600-h/DSC02619.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/StFkTzfqAII/AAAAAAAAAe4/-f6CznxDvKs/s320/DSC02619.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Burthday to you !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Birthday to LInda !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Wahh , kawan aku da 15th lah oi ! Hahaha ! Be strong okaey girl ? Cheer up , don't be sad aitess ? We will always be there for you if you have any problem . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....... rolling .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Didi !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Happy Birthday Didi ! We do have some arguement with you , but i still care about you . What had happens on Thurdays , it's really hurts me alot. You should know why didi . I am trying to be strong here. I am so stress up and it's diffcult for me sleep on that night because of what ? Because of what had happen . I just don't know what to do . By here , i wish you all the best to the girl that is going to be yours one day okaey ? Our late night calls , i will always remember . Do take care didi ! ):&amp;nbsp; ~nurulfarhana ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So yes , let me start the story okaey ? So you guys sit back and relax ! So yes , on Friday we had a small party for LindaCintaa ! Soory yah , penat eh ? hehehehe . Thanks to those who have come at the party aitees ? So yup , the story may be long , please be bear with it aitees ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;First of all , we had our EBS paper . And you know what ? My mind is not thinking straight . What i meant is that , i feel very uneasy , i don't know why . I will bang the pencil box , bang the pen , and some sort of other things . Maybe of what had happen the day before ? =_= And then , we went to canteen and waited for Linda to went out first , heheheh ( sorry Linda) . After she went out , Suhailah&amp;amp;Farrah quickly take out the cake and went off . Me ,Anis&amp;amp;Aida went out through small gate while Suhailah&amp;amp;Farrah went out through big gate . Tu lah korang , kan Linda da nampak korang , hahahaha ! After that , meet Shidah outside poly and then we headed to near bubble tea shop there and then they do something. I was watching them and then i text&amp;nbsp;him and he didn't reply. I was like , okaey then lah kan . After that , went home and while i was walking home , i called him. He did pick up but then .......... Wont elaborate . Text him and then he reply . Okaey , i called and we talks things out . Everything is going smoothly. After that , reach home and then online for awhile and i change blogskins , hahahaha ! After that , i saw it was 12 clock ? I was rushing and i take a quick bath . After that , AnisCintaa reach already and we went out . Meet AyuKetot with his boyfriendd and ShidahCintaa . We take 99 and reach already , we rush to Suhailah block as we scared that Linda will saw us , heheheh ! After that , while we reach Suhailah and you know what ? Ong lah korang tekejotkan orang ! hahahaah , after that , we went to Suhailah's crib and we stay there for awhile. And then , "Mat kental " called me and asking me who is this ? hahahaha , ong nyer anak ! Tell Kiddo that Aida knows the place and then me , Anis , Shidah&amp;amp;Suhailah went out . And then , me&amp;amp;Anis have to rush to the back busstop and when we want to meet shidah , youknow what ? We are stuck already cause if we went out , Linda will saw us so we run , hahahaha ! Meet shidah at 7 eleevn there and go and meet Linda and act nothing happen , hahahah ! After that , Suhailah calleed me , i go there. We get ready everything and then , me&amp;amp;Su go and buy some drinks . After that , get ready everythng properly and you knwo what ? This was a last minute plan , hehehe and i just get to know it . We prank Linda , heheheh ! And here comes the cake (: After that , the others come ! Take alot of pictures, Linda do sent me aitees ? (: Will stop here aitees ? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;This is for you :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I do love you&amp;nbsp;, yes i do .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Although that we had arguement , i still love you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I don't know why i can't forget you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Im sorry girls .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I really do love you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Whatever you have done to me , i still love you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Like i always told you , do you still remember ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;You have lie to me but i act that i don't know anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Because of what ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I am tired of fighting with you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I am very tired boy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;So by here , i wil wish you good luck to the girl who is goin to be yours one day ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;~ love , nurulfarhana♥&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/2524430566919008123-264544040221817342?l=thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/264544040221817342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2524430566919008123&amp;postID=264544040221817342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/264544040221817342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2524430566919008123/posts/default/264544040221817342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoriesgoeson.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>cintaakuu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16752153925340063765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/SMutVntbPMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xhNYVciVHoI/S220/potato%3D)-0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnNdkRWAPSE/StFkTzfqAII/AAAAAAAAAe4/-f6CznxDvKs/s72-c/DSC02619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
