<?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-4995428405391626644</id><updated>2011-08-03T02:54:40.473+08:00</updated><category term='Sorry .'/><category term='no more crying No more pain'/><category term='Happy Belated 11th monthsary'/><category term='5 MONTHS [♥]'/><category term='5 months ? Tralala . Over  .'/><category term='U are there when I down . Thanks ;]'/><category term='dat&apos;s the ONLY reason (: [♥]'/><category term='I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH IN THE PAST TILL I FORGOTTEN DAT YOU&apos;RE JUZ MY PAST'/><category term='Cross Country (:'/><category term='8 MONTHS  :D'/><category term='Ur love change .'/><category term='ex boyfren . Haish .'/><category term='VALENTINE&apos;S DAY ♥'/><category term='no more lies'/><category term='Punggol.. Ank Azri horr..'/><category term='No more words'/><category term='4 months  ? It&apos;s over .'/><category term='I love u'/><category term='Stay strong.. Think twice before u do anything..'/><category term='U&apos;re the best damn thing that ever happened in my life ;]'/><category term='it&apos;s been two months . Thanks for you love and time . I appreciate it very much'/><category term='I love u [♥]'/><category term='6 months [♥]'/><category term='i never needed pain'/><category term='Don&apos;t u know dat u mean averything to me ?.. Don&apos;t u know dat u&apos;re special ?'/><category term='7Months :DD'/><category term='7 Months ? Tralala. It&apos;s over.'/><category term='no more hurt'/><category term='i never needed strain. My love for you was strong enough you should have known .'/><category term='Yeah'/><category term='1 year 1 month .'/><category term='no more trying'/><category term='Counting on .'/><title type='text'>T ♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>252</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-830302512542712412</id><published>2010-10-14T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T15:12:00.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've moved to tumblr . Do follow okay ? &lt;br /&gt;
http://toasthatbread.tumblr.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-830302512542712412?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/830302512542712412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=830302512542712412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/830302512542712412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/830302512542712412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/ive-moved-to-tumblr.html' title=''/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-1428478022665334880</id><published>2010-05-24T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T10:12:35.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Huhu, hello ! I'm currently at school, free period of IT lesson *wink . My blog is seriously dead like hell . Hahahah ! Younger brother is currently at KK Hospital :O . Fractured his right leg and left hand . I think his operation is over already . Shall text mum or e.brother soon ;D . Okay, i gotta go already . Bbye , have a good life ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-1428478022665334880?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1428478022665334880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=1428478022665334880' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/1428478022665334880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/1428478022665334880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/huhu-hello-im-currently-at-school-free.html' title=''/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-3861273039130513246</id><published>2010-04-25T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T18:23:35.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don’t live your life to please other people.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S9QYGjVgjvI/AAAAAAAABLY/2ePVDC9TNVg/s1600/tumblr_l0e97jntBH1qa1fbpo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="104" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S9QYGjVgjvI/AAAAAAAABLY/2ePVDC9TNVg/s320/tumblr_l0e97jntBH1qa1fbpo1_400.jpg" tt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This blog is so so dead !! :O ! Sorry luhs, I don't have any news to updated you readers . I wonder if there is any readers here . hahaha ! Do tag me at formspring , not my tagboard . And I'm removing my tagboard, soon . I will be deleting my blog . maybe. I'm only active in plurk, facebook &amp;amp; private blog :] Alright, that's all . Bbye .&lt;br /&gt;
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Aliyah wanted to repair her Ipod Nano that was soaked in water for less than a min, haha ! After that, went around Penin, they bought t-shirts. After that, make our way to Marina Square. Went in Zara. Woahhh, I want the tee, haha . Save duit perlan2 xD . Went to Fourskin to survey e.brother and ♥'s birthday present. Nahh, nothing interesting. But Aliyah showed me the badges. They sell name badges. Aper lagy, searched for N and T lor, ahhaa ! It was on 50% sale . 2 for $1.90, grab lor ;] . After that, walked around Marina Square. After that, train-ed to Bugis Junction. Searched for the shop ' Gift A Name' . Spend some time there, choosing what kind of keychains I want to personalized. After some suggestions from Aliyah, I did a combination of T &amp;amp; N and a single coloured letter of T &amp;amp; N each. Spend $13.40 for 4 letters :| . Nevermind, worth it, I guess (?) . Then trained to Tmall, headed to Long John Silver as I told Raihan we'll be eating there, haha . Tk bgos uhs the service. I go to his counter, yknow how he adressed me ? " Ahh, aper kau nk ?" Aper nyer service nie ? While eating, texted ♥ , woots ~ ! Okay, dah , cukop. hahah ! Mum called say no need to rush home, they going out already, (Y) . Walked to DMK and bought new sandals that cost me $19.90 . -.-' . Haiyo, nevermind . Ehh, asl sume bende aku beli sume worth it ? ahahah ! Then walked around for awhile and home sweet home ;D . Bbyee . &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥, imissu luhs ! Cpat sikit Saturday smpi !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-3201639947368777602?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3201639947368777602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=3201639947368777602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/3201639947368777602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/3201639947368777602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-to-do-things-i-like.html' title='Time to do the things I like'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S8r-Cfkm4rI/AAAAAAAABK4/CX7MpcmiI7g/s72-c/DSC01599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-2542635597488918055</id><published>2010-04-16T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T23:18:39.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You make a whole lot different ! ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Presents from Shyraa, Amoro &amp;amp; Ibnor ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S8h2i4E2SpI/AAAAAAAABIo/2rktCgCz4XI/s320/DSC01595.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ibnor's ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S8h3EAhiaYI/AAAAAAAABI4/K1-7VxjGmA4/s1600/DSC01594.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S8h3EAhiaYI/AAAAAAAABI4/K1-7VxjGmA4/s320/DSC01594.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Amarly's present ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S8h6X71WFUI/AAAAAAAABJA/uABbV_HEsJc/s1600/DSC01591.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S8h6X71WFUI/AAAAAAAABJA/uABbV_HEsJc/s320/DSC01591.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S8h6btpcXGI/AAAAAAAABJI/Sm42EcHGlFQ/s1600/DSC01592.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S8h6btpcXGI/AAAAAAAABJI/Sm42EcHGlFQ/s320/DSC01592.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Atikah's card ;&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S8h66mc1SmI/AAAAAAAABJQ/1g0YTMw0OoI/s1600/DSC01593.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S8h66mc1SmI/AAAAAAAABJQ/1g0YTMw0OoI/s320/DSC01593.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yana's &amp;amp; Amoro's cards + the two xtras-Terence &amp;amp; Hasan ; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S8h7E4y_U5I/AAAAAAAABJY/7_q5Vdb1E4A/s1600/DSC01597.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S8h7E4y_U5I/AAAAAAAABJY/7_q5Vdb1E4A/s320/DSC01597.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Khai's present :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S8h7jwa9WbI/AAAAAAAABJo/5ag2JvpS3zY/s1600/DSC01596.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S8h7jwa9WbI/AAAAAAAABJo/5ag2JvpS3zY/s320/DSC01596.JPG" wt="true" /&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: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Thank u all for the mini celebration during recess time, birthday wishes &amp;amp; presents . U guys really make&amp;nbsp;my day an enjoyable &amp;amp; memorable one ! ;D . And for Atikah &amp;amp; Winson, thank you for wishing me when midnight strucks. Aliyah, thanks for taking the trouble to strain ur eyes just so u could wish me right on 12AM . haha, nevermind, it's okay . Thank u gf ;D .&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; Thank you ♥ for wishing me eventhough you're late.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And for (insert name), its okay if u didn't wish me. I'm alright, it didnt hurt much now . Thanks for everything ;D . &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/4995428405391626644-2542635597488918055?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2542635597488918055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=2542635597488918055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/2542635597488918055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/2542635597488918055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-make-whole-lot-different.html' title='You make a whole lot different ! ♥'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S8h2i4E2SpI/AAAAAAAABIo/2rktCgCz4XI/s72-c/DSC01595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-5629809862086605247</id><published>2010-04-07T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T22:53:07.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love doesn’t trap someone in being in a relationship, and love doesn’t make someone feel guilty for living their lives.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S7yW37uZhzI/AAAAAAAABHg/eYCojJfFhxI/s1600/27003_1115254018360_1737268587_213497_2626784_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S7yW37uZhzI/AAAAAAAABHg/eYCojJfFhxI/s320/27003_1115254018360_1737268587_213497_2626784_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;#46 - $75 - Size M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;BEBE LOGO black tee shirt peace sign .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Mum, I want that shirt, can ? ♂ . huhu ^^ . Nvm luhs, since you're getting me the coach purse I wanted . ;D&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;15th birthday, okay ? Chey, by the time aku 15, baju nie dah tk lawa siaa . Ade stock bru, haha ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Today went to Peranakan Museum for learning journey . It was super fucking boring . First, the place is small . And, the tour guide is our students ?? wth ! -.-' . So the merepek mannz ! Okay, skip the learning journey .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Maths lesson uhs ! WOOTS ~ ! ^^^^^^^ ♥ ~! hahaha ! Maiseyy lehh, alermak . Mdm Seah lagy, boleh tahan kpoy, haha . After Maths had P.E . Woah, run non-stop lehh . Staircase run, 3 rounds &amp;amp; catching . LOL ! Urmm, what more to blog ? This Friday is MTP session . Woah, piang mannz ! Got FDS training lagy . Haizz . Very busy ehk aku this week . Then on Saturday, birthday party at ... CLEMENTI ! Hah kau, jaoh siolz ! Alright, I'm off . Byez ! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;You can’t tell someone you love them and then change your mind. That’s not how it works. Once you love someone, you always love them. Isn’t there a part of you that thinks of him for no reason? They’ll always be in the back of your mind. And no matter how much you love someone else, you’ll always love them too.&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-5629809862086605247?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5629809862086605247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=5629809862086605247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/5629809862086605247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/5629809862086605247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-doesnt-trap-someone-in-being-in.html' title='Love doesn’t trap someone in being in a relationship, and love doesn’t make someone feel guilty for living their lives.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S7yW37uZhzI/AAAAAAAABHg/eYCojJfFhxI/s72-c/27003_1115254018360_1737268587_213497_2626784_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-5924895322532400098</id><published>2010-04-04T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T22:14:08.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sky is the limit ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S7ibh5vgX5I/AAAAAAAABGY/IPNAjUicx9k/s1600/tumblr_l01ozlCqGs1qa1fbpo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="82" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S7ibh5vgX5I/AAAAAAAABGY/IPNAjUicx9k/s320/tumblr_l01ozlCqGs1qa1fbpo1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hah ! Read that girls ♂ . HAHAH ! Heylo readers ! I know, my blog is very very boring . I'm lazy to blog already luh . Haiyaa . Okayy, I'm back from Woodlands, celebrated Zura's 18th Birthday ;D . Photos, fb ehk . On my way back to Tamp, txted ♥ . ^^ . Atikah luhs nie, pakse msg , ahaha ! Nvm, worth trying ehk Atkh , hehe :| . WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ~ ! Okayy, bbyeeeeee . &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Once you’ve been hurt, you’re never exactly the same ever again. Whether it be because you suffered a loss of a close friend or of a significant other, you’re hurt all the same. I guess it’s the fact that you let someone in so deep, the fact that you gave someone your complete all, just for them to change their minds and walk away in the end. You look back at what was shared, and what could have been and then a deep pain resonates from the pit of your chest, because remembering all these things just amplifies the reality of how things will never be the same. And shit, what can you do? Some of us have too much pride to go back to fix anything, or the situation just isn’t in anyone’s favor, and the best solution is to just walk away.Your mind and your heart are two very fragile things. Like they say; once you’ve been broken, you’ll never be fully fixed. We learn that it’s in our best interests if we don’t let people in too far, or to trust endlessly. We learn to never expect anything, because we’re all human, and were bound to disappoint. Although we may move on and get over the pain, there will always be a part of us that is cautious so as to avoid getting hurt all over again. The heart may have an infinite capacity to love, but the mind can only endure so much damage until it goes&lt;/span&gt; insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-5924895322532400098?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5924895322532400098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=5924895322532400098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/5924895322532400098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/5924895322532400098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2010/04/sky-is-limit.html' title='The sky is the limit ~'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S7ibh5vgX5I/AAAAAAAABGY/IPNAjUicx9k/s72-c/tumblr_l01ozlCqGs1qa1fbpo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-910682485958356874</id><published>2010-03-31T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:32:34.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like the very first time .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S7Nok9ozkbI/AAAAAAAABDE/UHGUjTt3lbY/s1600/tumblr_kzhey62XkE1qa1fbpo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="94" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S7Nok9ozkbI/AAAAAAAABDE/UHGUjTt3lbY/s320/tumblr_kzhey62XkE1qa1fbpo1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;HHooollaaaaaaa ! I don't knw what to update about . Urmm, yesterday, we had P.O.P&amp;nbsp;. Drills - Eat - Final Farewell . And, that'a all (?) haha ! Haiyaa, I don't knw what to talk abt . Everyday, it's the same thing that happens . 15more days horr ! ^^^^ ! Okay, byee .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;“ if he truly cared about the way you feel, he wouldn’t have done the same thing to hurt you another time. someone who loves you wants the best for you, whatever makes you happy- that should make them happy, so you do in return. that’s the way real relationships work when you’re in love. ”&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/4995428405391626644-910682485958356874?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/910682485958356874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=910682485958356874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/910682485958356874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/910682485958356874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-like-very-first-time.html' title='It&apos;s like the very first time .'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S7Nok9ozkbI/AAAAAAAABDE/UHGUjTt3lbY/s72-c/tumblr_kzhey62XkE1qa1fbpo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-7579469779084249193</id><published>2010-03-27T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T21:49:32.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember every word you once said .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S63xS_uccuI/AAAAAAAABCc/6LreM1kK1B8/s1600/htwoo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S63xS_uccuI/AAAAAAAABCc/6LreM1kK1B8/s320/htwoo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey readers ! I'm back from Camp Steel ;D . The camp was fun, overall . Didn't get the chance to play Paintball &amp;amp; do M.O.C because of the bad weather :( . The food was awesome ! I love it ! haha .&amp;nbsp;During the Compass presentation &amp;amp; Opening session lecture, I slept. haha . Was too sleepy to listen what they're talking. There's truckloads of hwk to be done by tmrw ! :O . One letter writing, one compo; Malay and maths . Maths, can go die . hahah ! Just draw the diagram, go to sch &amp;amp; copy teacher's solution . haha . Bgos kan aku, bdk express mahh ^^ . LOL ! Don't follow what I did uhs, siao .&lt;br /&gt;
Yesterday was forced to support the rugby boys :S . Both SC &amp;amp; CCAC&amp;nbsp;were supposed to be there, pfft ! &amp;nbsp;Nvm, at least they won ;D&amp;nbsp; . The scores, err, idk uhs . I dont even understand hw they count the scores . hahahha ! After supporting, went to 'watch' fds training . Then home sweet home ~ ;] Alright, I'm done blogging . And finally, my formspring is okay ;DD . U may ask me any question . Feel free hor :D . And got this idk who, commented on some of my post . Haiya, u comment in chinese, how do u expect me understand ? HAHAHA ! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;“ To let go isn’t to forget, not to think about it, or ignore. It doesn’t leave feelings of anger, jealousy, or regret. Letting go &lt;em&gt;isn’t&lt;/em&gt; about winning or losing. It’s not about pride, and its not about how you appear, and it’s not about obsessing or dwelling on the past. Letting go isnt blocking memories or thinking sad thoughts, and doesn’t leave emptiness, hurt, or sadness. It’s not about giving in or giving up. Letting go isn’t about loss and &lt;em&gt;it’s not about defeat&lt;/em&gt;. To let go is to &lt;em&gt;cherish memories, to overcome and move on&lt;/em&gt;. It is having an open mind in confidence for the future. Letting go is&lt;em&gt; learning, experiencing, and growing&lt;/em&gt;. To let go is to &lt;em&gt;be thankful for the experiences that made you laugh, made you cry, and made you grow&lt;/em&gt;. It’s about all that you have, all that you had, and all that you will soon gain. Letting go is&lt;em&gt; having the courage to accept change, and the strength to keep moving. letting go is growing up&lt;/em&gt;. it is realizing that the heart can sometimes be the most potent remedy. To let go is &lt;em&gt;to open a door, to clear a path and let yourself free&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/4995428405391626644-7579469779084249193?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7579469779084249193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=7579469779084249193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/7579469779084249193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/7579469779084249193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-remember-every-worf-you-once-said.html' title='I remember every word you once said .'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S63xS_uccuI/AAAAAAAABCc/6LreM1kK1B8/s72-c/htwoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-3612356433023478210</id><published>2010-03-21T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T16:40:03.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s funny how you still love the person, but you just stop needing them like you used to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Bold the truth ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;You are female&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You are in high school&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You dropped out of high school&lt;br /&gt;
Bold what's true .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You graduated within the last 5 years&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You live on your own&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You live within 20 minutes of your best friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You live within 20 minutes of the last person you kissed&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You live within 20 minutes of your ex&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You have hugged someone in the last 48 hours&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You have been to the movies within the last week&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You have had 3 or more boyfriends/girlfriends just this year&lt;br /&gt;
You have been a designated driver&lt;br /&gt;
You have broken merchandise and not paid for it&lt;br /&gt;
You have played strip poker&lt;br /&gt;
You are atheist&lt;br /&gt;
You recycle regularly&lt;br /&gt;
You are a brunette&lt;br /&gt;
You have dated a blonde&lt;br /&gt;
You are friends with a redhead&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You are taller than your mom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You have a checking account&lt;br /&gt;
You’ve written a check for less than $5&lt;br /&gt;
You have visited the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;
You have visited the Eiffel Tower&lt;br /&gt;
You have visited Big Ben&lt;br /&gt;
You have visited the Coliseum&lt;br /&gt;
You have visited The Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;
You have never been out of the country&lt;br /&gt;
You have been a waiter/waitress&lt;br /&gt;
You own a Bible&lt;br /&gt;
You own something with a Pentagram on it&lt;br /&gt;
You have used a Ouija Board&lt;br /&gt;
You have been a witch for Halloween&lt;br /&gt;
You have been a zombie for Halloween&lt;br /&gt;
You have been a Disney character for Halloween&lt;br /&gt;
You don’t celebrate Halloween&lt;br /&gt;
You have your belly button pierce&lt;br /&gt;
You have your tongue pierced&lt;br /&gt;
You have your eyebrow pierced&lt;br /&gt;
You have a Monroe piercing&lt;br /&gt;
You have your nose pierced&lt;br /&gt;
You have an ankle tattoo&lt;br /&gt;
You have a wrist tattoo&lt;br /&gt;
You have a back tattoo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You have no tattoos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You have more than 5 tattoos&lt;br /&gt;
You straighten your hair&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You have worn a dress in the last 3 days&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You live somewhere that gets snow&lt;br /&gt;
You celebrate Hanukkah&lt;br /&gt;
You were at your own house last New Year’s&lt;br /&gt;
You were at a bar last New Year’s&lt;br /&gt;
You slept through last New Year’s&lt;br /&gt;
You have worked on Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;
You have worked on Christmas&lt;br /&gt;
You have been told ‘I love you’ by someone today&lt;br /&gt;
You were told by someone not who’s not family&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You slept in your own bed last night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You are dating the last person you kissed&lt;br /&gt;
You regret kissing the last person you kissed&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You enjoyed your last kiss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You are wearing a necklace right now&lt;br /&gt;
You are wearing something red&lt;br /&gt;
You are wearing something blue&lt;br /&gt;
You are wearing something purple&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Your phone is fully charged&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Your phone number ends with an even number&lt;br /&gt;
You have kissed the last person you called/texted&lt;br /&gt;
You last called/texted a boy&lt;br /&gt;
You are currently listening to music&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You are waiting for something&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You don’t like seafood&lt;br /&gt;
You have eaten deer sausage&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You have given a complete stranger your phone number&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You have been hit on at work&lt;br /&gt;
You have been hit on by someone more than 20 years older than you&lt;br /&gt;
You have been whistled at&lt;br /&gt;
You were creeped out by it&lt;br /&gt;
You are a good speller&lt;br /&gt;
You are very punctual&lt;br /&gt;
You were dating someone in December of 2008&lt;br /&gt;
You are still dating that person&lt;br /&gt;
You have cheated on someone&lt;br /&gt;
You have been cheated on &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You have been on a cruise ship&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You have camped out in your own backyard&lt;br /&gt;
You are wearing something that doesn’t belong to you&lt;br /&gt;
You are a Pisces&lt;br /&gt;
You are a Leo&lt;br /&gt;
You are a Capricorn&lt;br /&gt;
You have Irish heritage&lt;br /&gt;
You have Polish heritage&lt;br /&gt;
You have Japanese heritage&lt;br /&gt;
You have Israeli heritage&lt;br /&gt;
You have German heritage&lt;br /&gt;
You have Portuguese heritage&lt;br /&gt;
You have French heritage&lt;br /&gt;
You have Norwegian heritage&lt;br /&gt;
You have Korean heritage&lt;br /&gt;
You were born in May&lt;br /&gt;
You were born in June&lt;br /&gt;
You were born in October&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You wonder what will happen when you die&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You are afraid of the dark&lt;br /&gt;
You write in all capital letters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You have been told you have nice handwriting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You have had a song written for you&lt;br /&gt;
You have had a picture drawn of you&lt;br /&gt;
You have curly hair&lt;br /&gt;
Your phone provider is Sprint&lt;br /&gt;
Your phone provider is AT&amp;amp;T&lt;br /&gt;
Your phone provider is Verizon&lt;br /&gt;
You live within an hour of your birthplace&lt;br /&gt;
You are wearing a watch&lt;br /&gt;
You are wearing flip flops&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You wouldn’t date someone who smoked&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You know someone with the same birthday as you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You are a morning person&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You are a night owl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You slept in past 10am today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You have big plans for next weekend&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You are thinking of someone right now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Your job is stressing you out&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You don’t have a job&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You have never had a job&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You were fired from your last job&lt;br /&gt;
You know sign language&lt;br /&gt;
You made your bed today&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You will usually try something at least once&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You have been swimming in the last month&lt;br /&gt;
You are pessimistic by nature&lt;br /&gt;
You have taken a ballet class&lt;br /&gt;
You have taken karate&lt;br /&gt;
You have taken gymnastics&lt;br /&gt;
You wish on shooting stars&lt;br /&gt;
You wish at 11:11&lt;br /&gt;
Your birthday has already come this year&lt;br /&gt;
You have been in a relationship that lasted longer than a year&lt;br /&gt;
You ended your last relationship&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Your ex ended your last relationship&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You are over your ex&lt;br /&gt;
You have gone after someone you knew was bad for you&lt;br /&gt;
You have let someone use you&lt;br /&gt;
You have been in a physically abusive relationship&lt;br /&gt;
You are engaged&lt;br /&gt;
You are married&lt;br /&gt;
You are divorced&lt;br /&gt;
You have a child&lt;br /&gt;
You were/are a teenage mom&lt;br /&gt;
You were named after someone&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You like your name&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Your last drink was water&lt;br /&gt;
You have visited somewhere said to be ‘haunted’&lt;br /&gt;
You have skipped school just because you didn’t feel like going&lt;br /&gt;
You have taken medicine when you ‘feel a headache coming on’&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You are self-conscious about your body&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You have a hangover&lt;br /&gt;
You have had a Jehovah’s Witness show up at your house&lt;br /&gt;
You have pet fish&lt;br /&gt;
You live on a farm&lt;br /&gt;
You live in a trailer&lt;br /&gt;
You live in Montana&lt;br /&gt;
You live in South Carolina&lt;br /&gt;
You live in Illinois&lt;br /&gt;
You live in Maryland&lt;br /&gt;
You live in New Mexico&lt;br /&gt;
You have godparents&lt;br /&gt;
You have step-siblings&lt;br /&gt;
You are the oldest&lt;br /&gt;
You are adopted&lt;br /&gt;
You have a twin&lt;br /&gt;
You don’t want kids&lt;br /&gt;
You want more than four kids&lt;br /&gt;
You have a bad temper&lt;br /&gt;
You have made out with a complete stranger&lt;br /&gt;
You usually make the first move in an intimate situation&lt;br /&gt;
You have worked with a Kayla&lt;br /&gt;
You have gone to the movies with a Jared&lt;br /&gt;
You have hugged a Lexie&lt;br /&gt;
You have held hands with a Marcus&lt;br /&gt;
You have dated a Rachel&lt;br /&gt;
You have kissed a David&lt;br /&gt;
You have ridden in a car with a Nicole&lt;br /&gt;
You have had class with a Patrick&lt;br /&gt;
You have gone out to eat with a Chloe&lt;br /&gt;
You know a Kyle in the military&lt;br /&gt;
You are related to a Julie&lt;br /&gt;
You have gotten drunk with a Brent&lt;br /&gt;
You have broken your arm&lt;br /&gt;
You have had to get stitches on your face&lt;br /&gt;
You have had an MRI&lt;br /&gt;
Your fingernails are painted&lt;br /&gt;
Your fingernails are painted black&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You like to read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You like to cook&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You like to draw&lt;br /&gt;
You can play an instrument&lt;br /&gt;
You keep a lot of secrets from people&lt;br /&gt;
You don’t think people would accept you if they really got to know you&lt;br /&gt;
You don’t trust people easily&lt;br /&gt;
You borrowed something you really need to give back to someone&lt;br /&gt;
You drive a car older than a 2002&lt;br /&gt;
You have lost a friend you never thought you would&lt;br /&gt;
You know a child who died of cancer&lt;br /&gt;
You know a teenager who died in a car wreck&lt;br /&gt;
You have done something illegal in the past 24 hours&lt;br /&gt;
You have cut your hair in the last week&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You wear glasses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You have been pulled over for speeding&lt;br /&gt;
You love to drive with the windows down&lt;br /&gt;
Your favorite season is Autumn&lt;br /&gt;
Your favorite color is orange&lt;br /&gt;
Your favorite animal is a dolphin&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You last rode in a car with a relative&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You last rode in a car with a girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You last rode in a car with the person you are dating&lt;br /&gt;
You regularly watch soap operas&lt;br /&gt;
You love Italian food&lt;br /&gt;
You love Mexican food&lt;br /&gt;
You love Chinese food&lt;br /&gt;
You can see a box of tissues from where you are&lt;br /&gt;
You can see your reflection in a mirror&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You can see what’s on tv from where you are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Your best friend is older than you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You have to go to school/work tomorrow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You answered every question truthfully&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S6XUfpHYIDI/AAAAAAAABCA/kZbFB25v5Fw/s1600-h/DSC01482+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S6XUfpHYIDI/AAAAAAAABCA/kZbFB25v5Fw/s320/DSC01482+1.jpg" width="182" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ehk, hello readers ! Here I am to update ;D .&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Yesterday went to Orchard and watch Remember Me with Jan ;) Sadly, Aliyah couldn't join us as she's sick :( . Get well soon gf ! So, bus-ed to interchange and train-ed to City Hall, alone . My very first time traveling all alone . haha . So, met Jan at City Hall and train-ed to Orchard . We were lost when we reached Orchard, ahaha ! Bukan sesat aper, due2 tk nmpk signboard . Kecik sgt tuu signboard . So, bought our tickets and walked to 313@Somerset. Around 4.15pm, went in the cineplex . The cineplex was fucking big . haha ! The biggest I've ever went . While waiting for the movie to start, we talked about the past . I didn't cry okay . Strong ehk ? hahah ! Biase :P&amp;nbsp; . While watching, cik Azian called . But I didn't feel the vibration . So, I texted her . She asked me to tag along to watch Disney On Ice @ the Indoor Stadium . haha . So, after the movie, bought 2 Snackers and cab-ed to Indoor Stadium . Konon nyer nk byr ader duit, skali short $1.45 . haha ! Call pakcik, suroh tambah kan duit . (LOL) . I was late for the show, 25-30mins, I think .The show ended at around 9pm . I give 4/5 uhs . Kids show mahh . But the effects was cool &amp;amp; nice . Okay, I'm done blogging . Chao !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;“ When you remember me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can bring me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me. It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart. For as long as you remember me, I am never entirely lost. ”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-3612356433023478210?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3612356433023478210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=3612356433023478210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/3612356433023478210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/3612356433023478210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-funny-how-you-still-love-person-but.html' title='It’s funny how you still love the person, but you just stop needing them like you used to.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S6XUfpHYIDI/AAAAAAAABCA/kZbFB25v5Fw/s72-c/DSC01482+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-468175485631735144</id><published>2010-03-18T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T19:23:45.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought that was that</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S6ILKdw7Q8I/AAAAAAAABBw/0h4DpNsWE8I/s1600-h/holaa+!.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S6ILKdw7Q8I/AAAAAAAABBw/0h4DpNsWE8I/s320/holaa+!.JPG" vt="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Holaaaaaa ! I'm back from camp ! I swear it was fucking boring . The food simply sucks . Sec One camp &amp;amp; NCC camp last year was waayyyy much better than this combined camp. Lucky there's no feedbacks. If not, a hell lot of us will complain about the same thing, haha . I'm not going to elaborate further, cause I'm lazy to type everything here. And further more, there's nothing much to talk about. We played Telematch, Amazing Race. Did field cooking, morning PT and campfire. That's it . Boring much, right ? tskk&amp;nbsp; . Okay, going out on Sat . Gonna watch How to Train Your Dragon Train . Or something like that. The title is long. Alright, I'm done here&amp;nbsp;. Bbye .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"Look where you're heading to . Don't regret about it later on.&amp;nbsp;Think hard about it. Think about what you're&amp;nbsp;doing now. Think ahead, think about your future. Reflect on your own doings. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Love is unexpected. And love is not forced. Good things happen to those who wait. You have your whole life ahead of you to look forward to. So why is it that we aren’t patient with love? Why is it that we’re self-centered and our thoughts are consumed of our wants and needs more than anything else? Have we forgotten about others? “I ended up falling in love with you, because I needed someone around, because I hate being alone.” That’s not love. Love will come to you when it’s time. Don’t look for love, don’t go searching for your soulmate. He/she will come along before you know it. And soon enough, you’ll realize that there’s nothing better out there than a love that’s real. So is love not worth the wait?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-468175485631735144?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/468175485631735144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=468175485631735144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/468175485631735144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/468175485631735144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-thought-that-was-that.html' title='I thought that was that'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S6ILKdw7Q8I/AAAAAAAABBw/0h4DpNsWE8I/s72-c/holaa+!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-8192014072991116574</id><published>2010-03-15T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T17:58:51.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why ruin a perfectly good flower when you know he loves you not ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S53vLyI9WwI/AAAAAAAABBo/9qRgUaxuDrE/s1600-h/DG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S53vLyI9WwI/AAAAAAAABBo/9qRgUaxuDrE/s320/DG.jpg" vt="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ehk, hi readers ! Thank you for reading my blog&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; sorry, I didn't upate my blog for 5 days. I'm lazy to type, actually. There's nothing to share, u see. Hmmm, tmrw is Tuesday(haha!) The start of UG Camp ! pffffttt . Fuck mannz ! Bru nk g Sentosa, World Resorts opening or whatever event that is going to take place there tmrw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yesterday, went to watch Being Human with elder brother and younger sister . Elder brother's treat (Y) . hah, his idea was to go out . And I suggested that we watch movie, lol . Since I'm watching Alice In The Wonderland this Friday, watch 'Being Human' lor . Went out at around 5.55pm and reached Century Square on time, hah . Saw Fizah and she thought my elder brother was my new boyfriend (?) Wth . haha . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The movie was awesome ! Eventhough it's rated as comedy, it was quite sad liao . Cried twice. Got one part, I was about to cry and Mark Lee woke up. -.-' . Then I realised that was his dream, hahaha . I give the movie 4.5/5 ;D .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Today did the house chores and pack my bag for camp. Punyer luhs mls nk pergi . TSKKKKK !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vivy just facebook-ed me, asking to go prawning. Lucky she said Saturday night. Phew ! Kalau Tues or Wed or Thurs, woah . Mmg siakk uhs tuu camp . Dah luhs tkleh g Sentosa. Setakat book in lmbt pon tk boleh, kccb btol . Dad is back from i don't&amp;nbsp;where . And here comes my hp bill ! :O ! :O ! I checked already, only $36.50. (dance) (rock) (party) . HAHA . Lowest in the history of my hp bills ;DD . Msges, tetap lebih dri 1000, 4000+ msges, hees :/ .&amp;nbsp; Okay, I think this post is long enough. Bbye ! ;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"Without all the broken hearts and failed relationships, no one would learn anything. If love really lasted for as long as we actually wanted it to, she would still be with him, and he would still be with her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-8192014072991116574?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8192014072991116574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=8192014072991116574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/8192014072991116574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/8192014072991116574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-ruin-perfectly-good-flower-when-you.html' title='Why ruin a perfectly good flower when you know he loves you not ?'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S53vLyI9WwI/AAAAAAAABBo/9qRgUaxuDrE/s72-c/DG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-7621754997955968780</id><published>2010-03-10T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:29:46.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love can touch just one time, but it can last for a life time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;FUCK LOVE, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;FUCK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;" U deserve someone better . "&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;" I know, thanks for reminding ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-7621754997955968780?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7621754997955968780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=7621754997955968780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/7621754997955968780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/7621754997955968780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-can-touch-just-one-time-but-it-can.html' title='Love can touch just one time, but it can last for a life time.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-8978693715302452329</id><published>2010-03-05T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T21:45:47.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTHING was perfect, but EVERYTHING was REAL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S5ED36n4swI/AAAAAAAABAw/UlIH0A6WFs4/s1600-h/tumblr_kw35qlFDmU1qa1fbpo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="70" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S5ED36n4swI/AAAAAAAABAw/UlIH0A6WFs4/s320/tumblr_kw35qlFDmU1qa1fbpo1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Woah, I don't know what to blog abt . hahak. Today had Chemistry TA.&amp;nbsp; It was manageable, hopefully I pass . Amin ;DD . Bsok tk tau kene g skola ke tk. Amek karangan competition nyer results. Woah, mls nyer aku nk bgn g skola, pfft. Kalau tk pon, g Changi. siakk ! Malas nyer nk g beach . Changi ader tempat sewa basikal tk ? hahak, tkde agaknyer . Woah, mendak siol gituu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt;I'M BORED ! I'M BORED ! I'M BORED ! I'M BORED ! I'M BORED ! I'M BORED ! I'M BORED ! I'M BORED ! I'M BORED ! I'M BORED ! I'M BORED ! I'M BORED ! I'M BORED ! I'M BORED !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Kak Ima : Naq, bsok kak ima dtg umah k. pki computer jap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Me : Okay, no problem. What time ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Kak Ima : Aftr werk. around b4 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Me : Okay, no problem. C u tmrw ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Kak Ima : ok go!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Me : Hahak. V + 7up, okay go !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Kak Ima : Msg kau ni, aku simpan. tunjuk bpk kau. jeng . jeng. jeng. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Me : Ehk ! Jgn paoto luhs . Hahak .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Kak Ima, I know, you'll keep my secrets kann ? Hehehe :| . Hah, iloveu ♥&lt;/span&gt; .&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Okay, I'm outta here . I'm fucking blank right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;AND ! I'M HAVING HEAT RASH ! AND ! IT'S&amp;nbsp;KILLING MEE ! COZ IT'S FUCKING ITCHY ! I CAN'T CONCENTRATE ON REVISING CHEMISTRY YESTERDAY NIGHT .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;There is nothing sadder in this life than to watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;someone you love walk away after they have left you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;To watch the distance between your two bodies expand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;until there is nothing left but empty space and &lt;em&gt;silence.&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/4995428405391626644-8978693715302452329?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8978693715302452329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=8978693715302452329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/8978693715302452329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/8978693715302452329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/nothing-was-perfect-but-everything-was.html' title='NOTHING was perfect, but EVERYTHING was REAL.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S5ED36n4swI/AAAAAAAABAw/UlIH0A6WFs4/s72-c/tumblr_kw35qlFDmU1qa1fbpo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-2114827759170100762</id><published>2010-02-28T14:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T14:43:12.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To fall in love is awfully simple,  but to fall out of love is simply awful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;When you're thinking about how much you miss me, and I'm completely fine, remember how I felt, and remind yourself this is what &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; wanted. Because with every day coming and going, I'm learning how to be okay without you. And I can't wait for the day when I get to look at you and feel &lt;em&gt;absolutely nothing&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/4995428405391626644-2114827759170100762?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2114827759170100762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=2114827759170100762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/2114827759170100762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/2114827759170100762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-fall-in-love-is-awfully-simple-but-to.html' title='To fall in love is awfully simple,  but to fall out of love is simply awful.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-2093763126126423186</id><published>2010-02-28T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T03:03:10.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7 Months ? Tralala. It&apos;s over.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Currently at aunt's house . Time checked : 3.05am :O . Im still widely awake. Currently texting Atikah and plurk-ing like an idiot. No one response to my plurks, ahaha. Tkper, nk boost karma mahh ;]] .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Friday, went to fav aunt house. Reach her house around 3+ pm. Iffah was asleep. So, talked to fav aunt. Around 4+ or 5+, Abg Faizal and his wife, Kak Rina came. Kak Rina bought along the cheesecake I ordered, weee . haha . Helped fav aunt to baby sit and fry the nuggets. Was fucking hungry while waiting for Abg Faizal to come. Fav aunt cooked Ayam Masak Merah, wee . My favourite liao :P ^^ . Planned to go back home around 9+pm, but I'm so lazy to go back home. And at the same time, Kak Ina asked me to tag along, to prawning . I was wondering what the hell is prawning until she tells me that prawning is like fishing, LOL . Merepek uhs cuzin aku. SO, called dad and told him im sleeping over at aunt's house and will be back by the next afternoon . But I'm not home, huahua .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;So, cab-ed to St 45 and fetch Kelly and make our way to Changi Village. Bought CR ( for u readers to find out and for me to knw more.) and Coke and plastic cups. Then cab-ed to Pasir Ris Interchange and meet Khai and Vivy. Walked to the Prawning area, i don't know what's that place called, hahak . Khai's birthday treat ;] . Padehal birthday lagi 3 tahun lagi, 29th Feb mahh. Too bad ehk Khai, haha. So, reached there at around 11+pm, almost midnight. Started prawning. Through out the 4hours we're there, from 11+pm till 3+am, we only caught 12 prawns in total ! HAHAH . 3prawns per hour, ahaha . I caught 4 prawns uhs :P . First time siol . Khai drank too much of CR + Coke till he vomit three times . tsktsk . Tuu luhs, dah lamer tk minum kann, haha . So, around 3+, 4am, cab-ed to Vivy's place. Before that Kelly bought 7Up and V(for u readers to find out , and for me to knw more.) already . So, Kak Ina make us each a cup of 7Up + V . And I swear, it is much much better than CR + Coke. Better in the sense of smell and taste. I was too sleepy till I fell asleep, haha. Woke up around 9+am, Kak Ina called the cab and I drank the whole cup of 7Up + V . Was too thirsty and can't resist the temptation of the drink, hahak . Reached aunt's place around 10+am . Was quite fresh at that point of time. But I fell asleep around 12 noon, hees. Headache siaa. Sleep till around 4pm. Woke up and bathe, siakk . Then when I came out from the toilet, everyone was asleep; aunt, Kak Ina and Kak Ima, haha. Uncle was out. My left eyes was red. Maybe bcoz of 7Up + V uhs, haiyo. Played lappy from 4+ till 6+pm . And then off to Afghan around 8pm .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Okay, I'm done blogging . Night readers ;DD .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"  When I hear your voice., it's drowning in a whisper. It's just skin and bones, there's nothing left to take. If you fall, stumble down, I'll pick you up off the ground. If you lose faith in you, I'll give you strength to pull through. Tell me you won't give up cause I'll be waiting if you fall. You know I'll be there for you. I wish, I could save you. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-2093763126126423186?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2093763126126423186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=2093763126126423186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/2093763126126423186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/2093763126126423186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2010/02/currently-at-aunts-house.html' title=''/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-6280018371877883253</id><published>2010-02-25T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T00:09:34.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never be sad for what is over, just be glad that it was once yours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;need to just keep reminding myself that you no longer matter. Your personal business is your personal business. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m better off not knowing a single thing&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-6280018371877883253?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6280018371877883253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=6280018371877883253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/6280018371877883253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/6280018371877883253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2010/02/never-be-sad-for-what-is-over-just-be.html' title='Never be sad for what is over, just be glad that it was once yours.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-8169344875933902123</id><published>2010-02-24T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:27:18.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To fall in love is awfully simple,  but to fall out of love is simply awful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And I ain't missing you at all . Since you've been gone. I ain't missing you .No matter what I might say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Fuck Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Fuck &lt;em&gt;You &lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-8169344875933902123?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8169344875933902123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=8169344875933902123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/8169344875933902123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/8169344875933902123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-fall-in-love-is-awfully-simple-but.html' title='To fall in love is awfully simple,  but to fall out of love is simply awful.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-6970339458644631642</id><published>2010-02-21T01:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T02:01:08.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on is simple, it’s what you leave behind that makes it so difficult.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S4AjWLqqPaI/AAAAAAAABAA/stVXqxLOOcY/s1600-h/tumblr_kv8trnob211qani5do1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="287" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S4AjWLqqPaI/AAAAAAAABAA/stVXqxLOOcY/s400/tumblr_kv8trnob211qani5do1_400.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I gave all of my trust &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;didn't think being faithful was asking&amp;nbsp;too much&lt;/span&gt;. But I'm good, glad that I know now I was fooled but fate let me see how they say, &lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;every tear has it's reasons&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;every smile has it's own season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Never once thought you would be this trifling but oh, I was blinded ... Since love made me blind,&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt; you made a fool of me&lt;/span&gt;. You made it look so perfect when it &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;wasn't meant to be&lt;/span&gt;.Your love made me blind. Cause I felt your lips pressed against mine, &lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;thought the sweet smell of your perfume was all mine&lt;/span&gt;. That love made me blind so I could'nt see &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;all the lies you told were right in front of me&lt;/span&gt;. Cause I honestly believed in you. Holding on as the days drag on. &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Stupid girl I should've known&lt;/span&gt;, I should've known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no matter how much it kills it hurts it tears me apart,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll close one eye and say,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maybe your life's too fucked up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and so you need time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wish you cared how much tears i've spared.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: red; color: black;"&gt;"what goes around comes around, what goes up must come down"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-6970339458644631642?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6970339458644631642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=6970339458644631642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/6970339458644631642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/6970339458644631642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2010/02/moving-on-is-simple-its-what-you-leave.html' title='Moving on is simple, it’s what you leave behind that makes it so difficult.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S4AjWLqqPaI/AAAAAAAABAA/stVXqxLOOcY/s72-c/tumblr_kv8trnob211qani5do1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-7834109032142242904</id><published>2010-02-21T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T00:52:25.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The worst thing is holding on to someone who doesn’t want to be held on to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S4AOOdEF1sI/AAAAAAAAA_4/WEjdrSUCcVU/s1600-h/tumblr_ky3aqzyraM1qa1fbpo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="141" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S4AOOdEF1sI/AAAAAAAAA_4/WEjdrSUCcVU/s400/tumblr_ky3aqzyraM1qa1fbpo1_400.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Friday, went for Karangan competition at RI . Went there with 5 other Malay students and Cikgu Rahani. Took Maxi Cab, :P . The&amp;nbsp;karangan competition was kinda tough :O . When I received the paper, I looked at Ruzanna and she looked at me, ahaha . We were both blank . Of course luhs, even our End-Of-Year malay paper 1 isn't that tough. But finally, I got an idea on what to write about :] . We finished the essay at around 5+pm . Went back to school and meet the rest of the PDS/FDS members. Then off to Food Palace with Alya, Mora, Hilman, Zaki, Adam, JJ, Dinie, Hendra, Hady and Haikal. Ate Mango Pudding, haha . Went back home around 7+pm :] .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Saturday, went to Kenduri at Fika's house. Went there with Aliyah . After that, went to meet Hilman and Adam at Mac ;]&amp;nbsp;Sat there and talked . Sempat gossip sia, hahak ! :| . Shhhhh :DD . Went bck home around 11+pm and went online . ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Good night readers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"You fail to see the one who loves you standing right in front as does she fail to see you love her in turn. Don't wait to tell her&amp;nbsp;because it might be to late then."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-7834109032142242904?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7834109032142242904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=7834109032142242904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/7834109032142242904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/7834109032142242904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2010/02/worst-thing-is-holding-on-to-someone.html' title='The worst thing is holding on to someone who doesn’t want to be held on to.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S4AOOdEF1sI/AAAAAAAAA_4/WEjdrSUCcVU/s72-c/tumblr_ky3aqzyraM1qa1fbpo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-299862196387043584</id><published>2010-02-18T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T00:08:38.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't fall for someone until they're ready to catch u .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S3wIhFlf3AI/AAAAAAAAA_w/ms05ff8_VIM/s1600-h/tumblr_kv3ic36LP01qa1fbpo1_r1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="72" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S3wIhFlf3AI/AAAAAAAAA_w/ms05ff8_VIM/s320/tumblr_kv3ic36LP01qa1fbpo1_r1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Time checked : 12.06am . I'm not sleepy . I'm f.bored mannz ! Aper nk uat mlm2 bute nie . Currently plurking and chatting with Jannatul Hazirah &amp;amp; Benjamin . ;] . I miss Benjamin manzz ! Okay, bye bye . Good Night !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;If I had my life to live again, next time I would give u more kisses &amp;amp; hold u closer . I would memorize everything u ever said to me &amp;amp; carry it to my heart like a poem. If I had life to live over again, next time I would find u sooner so I could love u longer &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;better &amp;amp; truer .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-299862196387043584?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/299862196387043584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=299862196387043584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/299862196387043584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/299862196387043584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-fall-for-someone-until-theyre.html' title='Don&apos;t fall for someone until they&apos;re ready to catch u .'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S3wIhFlf3AI/AAAAAAAAA_w/ms05ff8_VIM/s72-c/tumblr_kv3ic36LP01qa1fbpo1_r1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-647215414290677901</id><published>2010-02-16T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:28:37.614+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/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S3qUzsPMKyI/AAAAAAAAA_g/JokU9SGTe68/s1600-h/DSC01270.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S3qUzsPMKyI/AAAAAAAAA_g/JokU9SGTe68/s320/DSC01270.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;My 240 post ;DD . Okay, my comp is back to normal, weeee ;]] . Errr, a little update, okay ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I didn't attend the BBQ Pit on mum's side . Was lazy to go . East Coast somemore, fucking far mann ! So, stayed at home, did the chores and Aliyah came to movie marathon and accompanied me, hees . Thanks yaw. Around 8.30pm, went to Kak Rini's house and met fav aunt there . Then went to Cik Man's house, send Iffah home :] . Sleepover at fav aunt's house for&amp;nbsp;night . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Woke up at 8+am . Was awaken by fav aunt . Wake up, talked with fav aunt for awhile and went to take a bath . After bathing, went to Kak Rina's house, took the brownies and went back to fav aunt's place and waited for uncle. After that, went to Iffah's house for the cukur rambut event. Blah blah blah, went back home at around 12+am, uncle send me home , hahs .&lt;br /&gt;
Err, I guess that's all uhs . I don't know what to blog liao . Backbone check-up on Thursday and Karangan competition on Friday , haiya ! Okay, bye . I'm blank already, haha .&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S3qZnlxL_-I/AAAAAAAAA_o/jYSIHTy3Bkc/s1600-h/tumblr_kxs5nf4QHA1qa1fbpo1_400%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="100" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S3qZnlxL_-I/AAAAAAAAA_o/jYSIHTy3Bkc/s320/tumblr_kxs5nf4QHA1qa1fbpo1_400%5B1%5D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-647215414290677901?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/647215414290677901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=647215414290677901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/647215414290677901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/647215414290677901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-240-post-dd.html' title=''/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S3qUzsPMKyI/AAAAAAAAA_g/JokU9SGTe68/s72-c/DSC01270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-6124420062701753372</id><published>2010-02-11T18:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T18:26:15.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;HI ! I'm not going to update my blog for a long time . There's some problem with my computer . Sorry . Bye bye , take care ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-6124420062701753372?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6124420062701753372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=6124420062701753372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/6124420062701753372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/6124420062701753372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-not-going-to-update-my-blog-for-long.html' title=''/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-1767411279211840692</id><published>2010-01-25T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:57:05.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A broken heart continues to beat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S12wRJQf8YI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/By-wxb8iqW8/s1600-h/tumblr_kwohahQiUs1qa1fbpo1_400%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S12wRJQf8YI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/By-wxb8iqW8/s320/tumblr_kwohahQiUs1qa1fbpo1_400%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;LOVE is overcoming obstacles, facing challeges, fighting to be together, HOLDING ON &amp;amp; NEVER LETTING GO . ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt; LOVE MATHS ! Kay, random sia aku . Err, currently messaging Atikah, listening to musics, plurking and nothing else . I don't know what to blog about uhs . Ahhhhhh ! &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;MR KOH IS FREAKING HOT &amp;amp; CUTE ! huahuahua :P . MELTZ&lt;/span&gt; .&amp;nbsp; Tpi kan, it's his last week teaching in Junyuan . Sedih nyer . Alah Mr Koh, u become the permanent teacher in our sch uhs . Kan bgos kalau gitu . Hari2 dpt tgok muke dier yg hot nk mampos, heeesss&amp;nbsp; ;DDDDDD . Kay, I'm waiting for Atikah's reply . I think she's asleep liao . Alermakk ! Nevermind, tmrw morning can continue aye . I got err, new story for you ;DDD . Okay, night readers . My life is boring, I know . Just shut the fuck up .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Erfan said, " Walao , u don't have any new stories to share with me ah ? Since u break up ah, your life like lifeless and boring sia. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Fuck you, Erfan ! Hahah, nvm, you're still my best friend &amp;amp; my love guru . Happy 14th Birthday ! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Happy 15th Birthday, Musq ! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Love is almost like suicide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;You give so much to that special someone that you sometimes end up killing yourself inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-1767411279211840692?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1767411279211840692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=1767411279211840692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/1767411279211840692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/1767411279211840692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/broken-heart-continues-to-beat.html' title='A broken heart continues to beat.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S12wRJQf8YI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/By-wxb8iqW8/s72-c/tumblr_kwohahQiUs1qa1fbpo1_400%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-8134575493471400114</id><published>2010-01-22T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T20:21:13.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A true and sincere heart will move the other party .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;1. Are u single ? -Yes .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;2. Are u happy ? -Guess so.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;3. Are u bored ? -Not so . I'm otp with Erfan .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;4. Are u fair ? - Not so .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;5. Are u an Italian ? -I wish so .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;6. Are u intelligent ? -Err, not so .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;7. Are u honest ? -Yes .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;8. Are u nice ? -If u treat me nice, then, yes ;D .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;9. Are u an Irish ? -Nope .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;10 facts about you .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;1. Full name - Siti Naqiah Bte Mansor&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;2. Nickname - Naq/NaqiaHaha/NaqiahTorres&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;3. Birth place - East Shore Hospital .&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;4. Hair colour - Dark brown/black .&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;5. Natural hairstyle - Err, not so straight and no so curly .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;6. Eye colour - Dark brown (?) Black (?)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;7. Date of birth- 15 April 1996&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;8. Mood- Good . &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;9. Favourite colour(s) - Red, Hot pink, Blue, White &amp;amp; Black .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;10. One place u like to visit - Idk .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;10 questions about ur love life .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;1. Have u ever been in love ? - Yup2 .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;2. Do u believe in love at first sight ? -Err, not so.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;3. Do u currently have a crush ? - Nope .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;4. Have u ever been hurt emotionally ? - Yes .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;5. Have u ever broken someone's heart ? -Yes .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;6. Have u had ur heart broken ? -Yes .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;7. Have u ever liked someone but never told them ? -Yes .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;8. Are u afraid of commitment ? -Not so .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;9. Who was the last person u hug ? -Amelia .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;10. Who was the last person u said I love you to ? -Err, ex-bf ?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;10 this and that .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;1. Love of lust ? -Love .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;2. Hard liquor or beer ? - Beer .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;3. Cat or dog ? -None .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;4. A few best friends or regular friends ? -Bestfriends .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;5. Creamy or crunchy ? - Crunchy .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;6. Pencil or Pen ? - Pen .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;7. Wild night out or romantic night in ? -Wild night .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;8. Money or happiness ? -Happiness .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;9. Night or day ? -Night .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;10. IM or phone ? -Phone .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;10 Have u ever .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;1. Been caught sneaking out ? -Nope .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;2. Seen a polar bear ? - Yes, zoo .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;3. Done something u regretted ? -Yes .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;4. Bungee jump ? - NO .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;5. Eaten food that fell on the floor ? - No.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;6. Finished entire jaw breaker ? -Huh ?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;7. Been caught naked ? -No .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;8. Wanted an ex gf/bf back ? - Err, yes ?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;9. Cried cause u lost a pet ? -Nope .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;10. Wanted to dissapear ? -Sometimes .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;10 preferences in a partner .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;1. Smile or eyes ? -Both .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;2. Light or dark ? -Okay2 .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;3. Hugs or kisses ? -Both .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;4. Shorter or taller ? -Taller &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;5. Intelligent or attraction ? -Attraction .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;6. Topman or Zara ? -Hees . Both lor ;]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;7. Funny or serious ? -Funny&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;8. Older or younger ? Older. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;9. Outgoing or quiet ? - Outgoing &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;10. Sweet or bad ? - Sweet .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;10 Have u .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;1. Ever performed in front of a large crowd ? -Yes .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;2. Ever talked on the phone for longer than 1hr ? -Yes .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;3. Ever walk on hands ? -When I was a baby, yes .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;4. Ever been to a rock concert ? -Nope .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;5. Ever been in a cheerleading team ? -Eee, no .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;6. Ever been in a dance team ? -Err, yes .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;7. Ever been in a sport team ? -Yes &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;8. Ever been in a drama play/production ? -Nope .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;9. Ever owned a BMW/Mercedez Benz/Escalade/Hummer/Bentley ? -Nope and don't wish to.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;10. Ever been in a rap video ? -Npe .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;10 Lasts ;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;1. Last phone call u made ? -Erfan . &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;2. Last person u hugged ? -Amelia &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;3. Last person u hang out with ? -Not sure .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;4. Last time u worked ? -Never .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;5. Last person u talked to ? -Erfan .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;6. Last person u IM'D ? -None.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;7. Last person u texted ? - Atikah .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;8. Last person u went to a movie with ? -Hazirah .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;9. Last person/thing u missed ? -Nothing ?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;10. Last website u visited ? Alot .&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/4995428405391626644-8134575493471400114?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8134575493471400114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=8134575493471400114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/8134575493471400114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/8134575493471400114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/true-and-sincere-heart-will-move-other.html' title='A true and sincere heart will move the other party .'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-2782071871156467176</id><published>2010-01-20T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:02:27.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The struggles make you stronger, and the changes make you wise . And the happiness has its own way of taking its sweet time .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S1cUni3nP8I/AAAAAAAAA_M/OqmK8LORIJw/s1600-h/tumblr_kvax2oQSLH1qa1fbpo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="94" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S1cUni3nP8I/AAAAAAAAA_M/OqmK8LORIJw/s320/tumblr_kvax2oQSLH1qa1fbpo1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;Okay, I'm updating my blog . I won't be updating my blog that often now . Kay, I don't know what to say right now. Errr , I just woke up from my urmm, 4hrs nap . Don't know how to sleep back . Aper sia aku mepek ?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;Photos with Hydir Idris &amp;amp; Sarah Aqilah was uploaded at facebook already . yeay ! Thanks Kak Ima ;] . But, gmbr Seoul Garden blom upload lagy . I'm waiting .....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;I still have coursework to do, haiya . Aku tk phm langsung mcm mane nk buat . Tkper, pelan2 kayuh uhs ehk . There'll be a maths test tmrw, damn it . And I've not studied for it . Bravo ehk ? Biase, kate NaqiahTorres mahh .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Ah, talking abt Torres, hopefully he'll not quit anfield . Haiya Liverpool, I think uhs, u should dream on about winning this season . Fuck u, Rafael ! You're the one who should be fired a fucking long time ago . 8-) . Kay, bye .&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Wyldan said, " He broke you without even trying . He invaded your heart without a care . He wedged himself in your hidden thoughts , and cares with a flippant smile and cocky attitude . He never knew, he couldn't have cared less . And as a perfect person to make u come alive, he was the perfect person to break u down ."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;And, yes, I agreed .&amp;nbsp; He used to be, once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;This past year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I've learned that goodbyes will always hurt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Pictures never replace being there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;and memories, good or bad will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;bring tears to your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;and words will never be able&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;to replace the feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-2782071871156467176?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2782071871156467176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=2782071871156467176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/2782071871156467176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/2782071871156467176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/struggles-make-you-stronger-and-changes.html' title='The struggles make you stronger, and the changes make you wise . And the happiness has its own way of taking its sweet time .'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S1cUni3nP8I/AAAAAAAAA_M/OqmK8LORIJw/s72-c/tumblr_kvax2oQSLH1qa1fbpo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-3279707587020911949</id><published>2010-01-11T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:27:21.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A short time is a long time when your mind just wont let go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S0m3PE7T1uI/AAAAAAAAA_E/ICBOJFPGHU4/s1600-h/promises.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S0m3PE7T1uI/AAAAAAAAA_E/ICBOJFPGHU4/s320/promises.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;Okay, I shall keep this post a short one . Cause I'm lazy to type &amp;amp; my homeworks are not done, haiya ! Currently facebook-ing, listening to musics and editing pics .&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt; Ader satu lelaki nie pat facebook, eeeee . Dah luhs tk handsome, ader hati nk knal2 ngan aku . EEEEEEEEE ! Jln dah, hahak ! And he's horny, eeewww . Se-horny-horny nyer ex aku, tk luhs sehorny kau, tau tk . Aiyo . And, aku tipu kau, hahak ! Ader hp, ckp tkde hp . Tk attach, ckp attach, huahua . Mls luhs nk knal2 ngan org , buang mase aku jer . Kwn2 yg aku ader, dah ckop utk disimpan ;] And please ehk, tkyah nk panggil aku 'syg'2 nie sume . I'm sick of it, gundu !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"Everything happens for a reason.Nothing happens by chance or by means of good or bad luck. Illness, injury, love, lost moments of true greatness and sheer stupidity. All occur to test the limits of your soul. Without these small test, if they be events, illness or relationships, life would be like a smoothly paved, straight, flat road to nowhere."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-3279707587020911949?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3279707587020911949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=3279707587020911949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/3279707587020911949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/3279707587020911949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/short-time-is-long-time-when-your-mind.html' title='A short time is a long time when your mind just wont let go.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S0m3PE7T1uI/AAAAAAAAA_E/ICBOJFPGHU4/s72-c/promises.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-5001434169051509268</id><published>2010-01-07T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T22:45:26.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s been two months . Thanks for you love and time . I appreciate it very much'/><title type='text'>There are some people in life that make you laugh a little louder, smile a little bigger, and just live a little better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S0Xwpuyp8MI/AAAAAAAAA-8/-rpxhJbB8jE/s1600-h/tumblr_kufs7mjY0k1qa1fbpo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S0Xwpuyp8MI/AAAAAAAAA-8/-rpxhJbB8jE/s320/tumblr_kufs7mjY0k1qa1fbpo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Okay, it's been so long since I updated my blog . It's dead, hahs . Okay, aku ngah update nie . Bersyukur luhs sikit, aiyo . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Kay, school sucks abit . Get that old Yuen for EL and that same fucking Fuckziah as Form Teacher &amp;amp; History . haiya. Suey nyer . Dah gitu tkper tau . Baru 2nd day of school, dah ader hwk dri tuu Yuen, kanina ! And today, the 4th day of school, dah ader problems . tsktsk . From bad to worse, hahs . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Kay luhs, I think, that's all for now . Sec 1s are minah(s) sia . eeeeeeee . Tkper, baru juniors . ;] . Okay, bye . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Tag replies :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Winson : Hey ! Happy new year to you too ;] Kao bei ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Khai : Of course I remembered you ;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Aliyah : Yelah2 . Wadever . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Atikah : It's not private anymore kan ? hahahak !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Guest : Errr, mcm gitu uhs . Susah nk explain . Sorry .&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt;- 4 simple letters, yet so complicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;- 4 simple letters, yet so confusing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Destiny&lt;/span&gt;- 7 simple letters, yet so unpredictable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Feelings&lt;/span&gt;- 8 simple letters, yet so unexplainable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Words&lt;/span&gt;- 5 simple letters, yet there aren't enough to express&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Regrets&lt;/span&gt;- 6 simple letters, yet they never seem to disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Silence&lt;/span&gt;- 7 simple letters, yet it can be so loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Time&lt;/span&gt;- 4 simple letters, yet there is never enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;7 simple letters, yet it lingers everywhere&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Pain&lt;/span&gt;- 4 simple letters, yet it takes so long to heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Mistakes&lt;/span&gt;- 8 simple letters, yet they can never be erased&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Beauty&lt;/span&gt;- 6 simple letters, yet so hard to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, it's been two months . Thanks for you love &amp;amp; time . I appreciate it very much . &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/4995428405391626644-5001434169051509268?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5001434169051509268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=5001434169051509268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/5001434169051509268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/5001434169051509268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/there-are-some-people-in-life-that-make.html' title='There are some people in life that make you laugh a little louder, smile a little bigger, and just live a little better.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/S0Xwpuyp8MI/AAAAAAAAA-8/-rpxhJbB8jE/s72-c/tumblr_kufs7mjY0k1qa1fbpo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-3940034946444137563</id><published>2009-12-30T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:42:04.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your imperfections are what makes you beautiful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Szou2b21eOI/AAAAAAAAA-s/cEdqj_EF_Yg/s1600-h/lie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Szou2b21eOI/AAAAAAAAA-s/cEdqj_EF_Yg/s320/lie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Letting go doesn’t mean giving up, but rather accepting that there are things that cannot be&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Szowh5RpLlI/AAAAAAAAA-0/RYbLBubmwZ4/s1600-h/tumblr_kvb0sz2tks1qa1fbpo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Szowh5RpLlI/AAAAAAAAA-0/RYbLBubmwZ4/s320/tumblr_kvb0sz2tks1qa1fbpo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;A question I've been waiting to ask . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;10 Things I've Learned About Life :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;1. Happy endings are for fairy tales.&lt;br /&gt;
2. Love is a word that gets thrown around and can cause great pain.&lt;br /&gt;
3. Promises are meant to be broken.&lt;br /&gt;
4. People change.&lt;br /&gt;
5. Hopes and dreams are just wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;
6. You may find the person of your dreams but chances are they've already found theirs.&lt;br /&gt;
7. Never listen to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;
8. People kill people, not guns.&lt;br /&gt;
9. Life is never fair.&lt;br /&gt;
10. After all the bullshit is over, you die.&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/4995428405391626644-3940034946444137563?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3940034946444137563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=3940034946444137563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/3940034946444137563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/3940034946444137563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/your-imperfections-are-what-makes-you.html' title='Your imperfections are what makes you beautiful.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Szou2b21eOI/AAAAAAAAA-s/cEdqj_EF_Yg/s72-c/lie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-5263989180214013069</id><published>2009-12-28T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T01:59:06.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 months ? Tralala . Over  .'/><title type='text'>You can be in love &amp; you can be in a relationship, but they're not always the same thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SzeNfg2ZNrI/AAAAAAAAA-c/4SjclUgtWdI/s1600-h/tumblr_kufthsWOJz1qa1fbpo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SzeNfg2ZNrI/AAAAAAAAA-c/4SjclUgtWdI/s320/tumblr_kufthsWOJz1qa1fbpo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;Kay, just a quick update alright ? hahs . Urmm, slept over at uncle's house for 2 nights :] . Slept very very late . The first night, slept at 7am . Second night, 5am :O . huahuahua . Aper nk uat, dah biase luhs katekan . We karaoke and stuffs . Mls nk elaborate uhs . Haiya !&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;Went back home on the 26th .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Okay, today went to Bugis with Shafika ;]] Met her downstairs at 3pm, train-ed to Bugis and went back home around 6+pm :] . And she said, " Ahh, sekarang bru nk ajak aku keluar ehk . Kalau tk, asyik Aliyah, Rais . Aliyah, Rais . " HAHAHAK ! Sorry uhs girl !&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Around 8+pm, went to Rasa 21 with dad &amp;amp; mum . Both younger siblings at Pasir Ris, Nadee's house . Elder brother went to Cage with cuzins ;] . So, I decided to asked Wyldan to tag along ;] . And, he did . yeay ! hahs . Ate and then went to Shop N Save at Tmart . Bought watermelon and Teen magazine :] . Tralalala, went home lor .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Okay, bye . Tkde pape lagy nk ckp . huahuahua . Kay, bye !&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;25.12.09 - Happy 17th Birthday Acit ! ;]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;28.12.09 - Happy 14th Birthday Shafika ! ;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;That’s the thing about letting old lovers go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;You don’t stop loving some of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;There are a couple you love no less than you ever did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;You’re not gonna try and make it work again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;but if they needed you, you’d drop everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-5263989180214013069?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5263989180214013069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=5263989180214013069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/5263989180214013069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/5263989180214013069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-can-be-in-love-you-can-be-in.html' title='You can be in love &amp; you can be in a relationship, but they&apos;re not always the same thing.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SzeNfg2ZNrI/AAAAAAAAA-c/4SjclUgtWdI/s72-c/tumblr_kufthsWOJz1qa1fbpo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-7397998855768114067</id><published>2009-12-22T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T23:37:28.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True love is not seen with the eyes. But felt with the heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SzDeedO61qI/AAAAAAAAA-U/EZQiC-aFsTI/s1600-h/tumblr_kso5utaKc81qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SzDeedO61qI/AAAAAAAAA-U/EZQiC-aFsTI/s320/tumblr_kso5utaKc81qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;Okay, this is my 230 post ;DD . This blog is about 1 year old . So, today wake up quite early . Was awaken by my alarm clock, hahs . Woke up at 9am , bathe and siap siap . Met Aliyah and make our way to Afghan . Waited for Yanti and Musq . Musq was fucking late ! 1hr and 19mins ! My goodness . So, after getting our books, bus-ed home . Reach home, took my bag and off to S11 with Aliyah and met Yanti . Walked around the 3malls in Tampines ; Tampines 1, Tampines Mall &amp;amp; Century Square :] Went to Uniqlo, hoping to meet Nadiah cuzin, but she's not working today, pfft . So, went to Esprit . The tees and jackets were very nice . Lawar seyy . Price dier pon lawa, haha . Then, went to Esprit 2nd floor . Saw Kak Yani and Esprit's Salon . Nah, she's working there . So, salam her and chat for awhile . hahs . She said that if I want to buy anything from Esprit, tell her, so she can give me a discount . WEEEEEEEEEEE ;DDD .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;At Tmall, went in Mango . 50% SALES !! Kay . Bought two tees the other day, so, save up ! But uhs, the normal mango tee tkde seyy, siakk ! Tkper, they are still selling the sweater ;DD .Then we went to Times ! Spent quite some time there as all the shopping things are bought ;] . Me and Yanti was so excited about the chocolate recipe books &amp;amp; the New Moon filiming book . Embry was fucking hot ~ !! But, Demetri is even hotter ~ ! ;DDDDDDDDDDD . *wink . Okay, then headed home . And yeah, bought Teenage, January 2010 edition ;]]&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Yesterday did the ironing . Phew ! Banyak giler babi, hahs . And when I wanted to iron my Mango tee, I asked my sister to so called 'try' the tee . And like surprisingly, she can fit it :O :O . That was &lt;i&gt;not good&lt;/i&gt; . Nnti aku dah tkleh pki, semue dier amek . No way, mann ! Nk, byr ! huahuahua :P . I still wonder, how she can fit it . A 10 year old kid fits a 13 year old tee . Hmmm . Kay, nevermind .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Kay, nk twilight marathon . Bye &amp;amp; night readers ;D&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And ader satu lelaki nie pat facebook, irritating giler babi to the max ! Tibe2 tnyr, nk aper mepek friendship ngan dier . Ehk hello ! Kalau kau add aku, nmpk sah jdi kwn kan . pfft . Kalau nk add kan " Add As Friend " . Simple English pon tk tau bace per sia ?! Pale buto luhs kau . G mampos, aku tk akn lyn kau .And stop it sia ngan kau nyer ' How are u ? ' . ~!@#$%^&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;"Some things don’t last forever, but some things do.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; unfold in your darkest times.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Pressing down on the corners &amp;amp; peering in close.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; Hoping you still recognize the person you see there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-7397998855768114067?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7397998855768114067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=7397998855768114067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/7397998855768114067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/7397998855768114067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/true-love-is-not-seen-with-eyes-but.html' title='True love is not seen with the eyes. But felt with the heart.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SzDeedO61qI/AAAAAAAAA-U/EZQiC-aFsTI/s72-c/tumblr_kso5utaKc81qa1fbpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-1924860972636159494</id><published>2009-12-20T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:55:37.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing was perfect but everything was real.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Sy4x1RG5_zI/AAAAAAAAA-M/aCjezptfGY8/s1600-h/tumblr_ktrq4lKGmX1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Sy4x1RG5_zI/AAAAAAAAA-M/aCjezptfGY8/s320/tumblr_ktrq4lKGmX1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;So, yesterday BBQ was canceled cause it's raining cats &amp;amp; dogs, haha . The birthday party was held at my house ;] . Slept at around 4+am, and woke up at 6.40am :O . Was awaken by anak sedare aku . So, replied Adam's msg . But he's asleep, haha . So, around 8+am, bathe and around 9+am, went to Mac with Fika ;] Went back home, slept for awhile and then helped mum with some things and off I went to meet Adam at Tmart&amp;nbsp; . Make our way to inter and meet the rest of FDS members . After that went to NTUC, bought the stuffs and all . Then, went our separate ways .Went around Tmall with Adam . We went&amp;nbsp; to Mango . WEEEEEEE ! huahuahua . 50% Sale oii ~ !! Aper lagy, grab uhs . Bought one long sleeve tee and one short sleeve tee . Both in dark pink . Something like dat uhs . :]] And now, I'm broke ! $34 spent liao . huahuahua . Mak blom dpt gaji pulak, haiya . Then blahblahblah, went back home . Aku ajak Adam mkn pat rmh aku, step malu pulak tuu anak . hahha . Beh at last , regret ! hahahak ! Rugi kan ? Mcm Hidir ckp, &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;" Rezeki jgn di tolak . " &lt;/span&gt;haha . Slept quite early . Around 1am dah tido . Adam g jb per , tkde org laen nk msg , hahs . Okay, dah cukop uhs nie aku blog . Nk g buat bende laen ? Maen game ke aper . Bye luhs , aiyo . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;"Sometimes they take people and they don’t say why.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Sometimes people leave and they never get to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Sometimes there are no second chances to say I love you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Sometimes there are no next times.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Sometimes you lose someone and you feel like your heart has followed them to Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;amp; sometimes there is just nothing you can do to make the tears stop.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;But, fuck love .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Fuck &lt;i&gt;you .&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/4995428405391626644-1924860972636159494?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1924860972636159494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=1924860972636159494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/1924860972636159494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/1924860972636159494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/nothing-was-perfect-but-everything-was.html' title='Nothing was perfect but everything was real.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Sy4x1RG5_zI/AAAAAAAAA-M/aCjezptfGY8/s72-c/tumblr_ktrq4lKGmX1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-6967545670902340357</id><published>2009-12-18T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T22:23:33.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than just friends ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;So, yesterday slept at 8.30am :O . hees . Tkleh tido seyy . End up, lpas off computer, otp ngan sedare side bpk aku :P . hahak . Conference uhs smpi kul 5.10am :O ;DD . Smpi luhs bpk aku dah alik, kiter maseh otp . Dah gitu tkper, bpk aku pon blh so called 'join' kiter bobal . hahahak . And all his suggestions is nonsense , haha . Ended up, aku ngan bpk aku g ketawa2 tkleh stop . haha . So, at around 5am, dad say, " Dah, ltak telepon . Nnti mak kau alik, dier membebel bru tau . Bsok org nk dtg . " And I say, " Nnti lah . " So, after hanging up, went in my room , listened to ipod nano and messaged Adam .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Woke up at 3pm :O . hahs . Before that, mum wake me up, asked me to tag along to Tmart. Punyer luh mls nk bgn . End up, aku sorang pat rmh, haha . So, bgn jer, charge hp beh check check, adek aku yg g kedai tdi dah alik . Aku bru bgn, dier dah alik . haha .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Abg dpt 14 points for N Level . Dier mintak aku belikan dier bju :O . Dah gitu tkper, dier bgy choice lagy . Either nk bgy dier duit or belikan bju, wth . hahs . Beh bile bilang dier brg2 yg aku nk beli, dier kate, " Zara utk aku ah . " Ader jer yg nk menyelit dlm shopping list aku , hah . -.-' . Adam dpt 17 points, so, still dpt msok Sec 5 uhs . Dinie's results was the most shocking one . 6 points ! wtf, hahs . And he's the top three in Greenview Sec, wow ! Congrats yeah dude . ;]] Kay, bye&amp;nbsp; ! Nk maen The Sims ;] . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Bsok ader BBQ ! lalalallalalalalalala . Mls nk g ! cbcbcbcbcb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;" Love is like falling down .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;In the end,&amp;nbsp; you're left hurt &amp;amp; scarred .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;With a lot of memory of it forever.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;But ...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Fuck love .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Fuck you . "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-6967545670902340357?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6967545670902340357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=6967545670902340357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/6967545670902340357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/6967545670902340357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-than-just-friends.html' title='More than just friends ?'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SyuPIGB5DHI/AAAAAAAAA-E/Tv4670Wzyus/s72-c/tumblr_ktnk63qTRb1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-5381342069851646664</id><published>2009-12-18T02:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T02:44:44.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I wanted .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Syp5bfaN2eI/AAAAAAAAA90/PCUyJePxvT4/s1600-h/tumblr_ktt48prVNr1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Syp5bfaN2eI/AAAAAAAAA90/PCUyJePxvT4/s320/tumblr_ktt48prVNr1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Kay, time checked : 2.43am and I'm not asleep yet . Dad's out ! yeay yeay ! hahah . Currently, blogging and messaging Adam . Just finished playing The Sims ;] Tmrw maybe going to Fika cuzin's house . For what, don't ask . Nmpk sah lepak pat rmh dier . haha . Dah lamer tk jumpe per . Bsok, cuzin side mak aku dtg . Punyer luhs , -______________- toot . cbcbcbcb . Pffffffttttttt . haha , talking abt pfft . Adam just asked me, " Btw, aper tuu pfft ? haha ! " -.- . haiya , tuu anak . huahuahua . Kay, bye . Nk off computer, sambung msg n dgr lagu . Night readers ! ;]] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;" If only life had a replay and undo button ,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;things would have been better between you and me .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;But ...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Fuck love,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Fuck &lt;i&gt;you&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/4995428405391626644-5381342069851646664?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5381342069851646664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=5381342069851646664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/5381342069851646664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/5381342069851646664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-i-wanted.html' title='All I wanted .'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Syp5bfaN2eI/AAAAAAAAA90/PCUyJePxvT4/s72-c/tumblr_ktt48prVNr1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-649844620723476824</id><published>2009-12-16T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T19:14:41.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you can't get someone out of your head, then maybe they're meant to be there .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Syi8W_nlVBI/AAAAAAAAA9s/EvJ2jjH1r8s/s1600-h/tumblr_kti4rlAmTW1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Syi8W_nlVBI/AAAAAAAAA9s/EvJ2jjH1r8s/s320/tumblr_kti4rlAmTW1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Okay, I'm updating . Ehk, I talk in malay, can ? Lazy uhs to talk in English . Or maybe I'll be typing in a rojak language . Malay and English mix ;]&amp;nbsp; Kay, yesterday sleep very late . Kul 11+pm, tgok cite '16 &amp;amp; Pregnant'&amp;nbsp; then biler advertisement, tgok citer cine pulak . Then dgr MJ12 skjap . Beh biler part musics, tukar citer masak2 . Yumyum . Sdp seyy drg msk . Kalau uat kan utk aku tkper jgak . While watching tv, messaged Adam , hahs. Then, around 1+am, tgok cite hantu ngan dad . Seram siakk . Terkejut aku, ader org gantung diri . wtf . haha . Citer tuu habes kul 3+am . Dad msok tido, i watched tv, cite masak2 all the way ;] Gerek seyy . Around kul 5+am, msk Magee, kelaparan . haha . Then around kul 6+am, msok bilik, bace buku jap, msg adam . smpi luhs mak aku alik keje . aper lagy, dier membebel luhs, duh-uh . tkyah ckp, standard . beh dah gitu, tunggu si adam reply lmbt sgt, smpi aku tertido . huahuahua . Bgn kul 2+pm :O . hehehe .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Woah, first time aku msg adam smpi gitu lamer, huahuahua . We shared some 'secrets' . He asked abt the standard Qs, ppl asked me . maybe it had happened for quite some time that i didn't cried while I told him everything :] That's a good sign :] &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Currently I'm blogging, msging Adam (haha) , plurk-ing and listening to musics at ipod nano :]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Kay, dah. nk g maen The Sims . WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ;DDDDD . Dah lamer oii tk maen tuu game . hehe . This sat ader BBQ . Haiya, mls nyer nk g. Family maybe overnight . But I don't think I will. due to some things . :s . Kay, bye . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;" Maybe I regret everything I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;No way to take it all back .&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;But . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Fuck love,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Fuck you ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-649844620723476824?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/649844620723476824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=649844620723476824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/649844620723476824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/649844620723476824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-you-cant-get-someone-out-of-your.html' title='If you can&apos;t get someone out of your head, then maybe they&apos;re meant to be there .'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Syi8W_nlVBI/AAAAAAAAA9s/EvJ2jjH1r8s/s72-c/tumblr_kti4rlAmTW1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-2075240260569424728</id><published>2009-12-14T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T01:14:42.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you haven't cried, your eyes can't be beautiful .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SyURBXSCL7I/AAAAAAAAA9c/BiiFqBxlM4Y/s1600-h/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SyURBXSCL7I/AAAAAAAAA9c/BiiFqBxlM4Y/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Coach ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: left;"&gt;Poppy signature swingpack - $118&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="pdTabProductPrice" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Poppy tartan large wristlet - $98.00&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="pdTabProductPrice"&gt;&lt;div class="pdTabProductPrice" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Madison op art sateen mini skinny - $38.00&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="pdTabProductPrice"&gt;&lt;div class="pdTabProductPrice" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Small ball chain heart necklace - $128.00&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="pdTabProductPrice"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Patchwork bangle - $78.00&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Bebe ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;3/4 Sleeve Scoop neck Tee - $44.00&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Sparkle Logo V Neck Top - $49.00&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Las Vegas tee - $99 . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Armani Exchange ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Glitter Logo T-shirt - $38.00&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Mango;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Red tee - $19&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Zara ;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Zara tee - $40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Total : $749 :O .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Sesiape yg baik hati dan kaye ? Belikan aku brg2 pat ats tuu . hahs . haiyayayayya ! I want all the clothes and wallets . pffft . Yg ader full detail tuu, aku check pat wesite sendiri , Yg mcm simple simple, tee tee tuu semue, phm2 jer luhs. Survey sendiri pat kedai dier :X . hahahak . If I get to shop all these clothes and stuffs, I'll shop at Orchard . Cause most of the outlets is there . Senang sikit, kankan ? hahs . Kalau dpt beli, aku nk ajak Kak Ina , kakak sedare aku yg teramat aku syg . muahahaha ! Enta luhs ehk, mcm gerek gitu shopping ngan dier . Maklom lah, dier kan ader mental breakdown sikit . hahak . And yeah, cpat cpat upload gmbr2 pat seoul garden . Dah luhs lmbt upload, charge pulak tuu . Kalau murah tkper, mahal nk mampos . $5 per picture ?! Mak datok ! Kalau 3 gmbr, blh aku beli burger bru pat Mac . Meal lagy uhs . Kay, time checked : 1.03am . Nk g tgok Liverpool against Arsenal ;DD . Liverpool 1 Arsenal 0, half time . Hopefully Liverpool will win tonight :] Hidir's currenly at my house . Biase, Arsenal nyer supporter . Actually kan, dier ngah tido pat sofa . hahah . Kay, bye . Fuck ! Liverpool 1 Arsenal 1 . pfft ! Torres, do ur job, baby !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Okay, I'm updating my blog :D . Let's re-cap what happened the past few days .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;7th December :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Met fav aunt at Tampines MRT Station . Train-ed to City Hall and make our way to Marina Square Seoul Garden :] . Iffah was hungry already at that point of time . hahs . Searched for the outlet for quite some time . haha . selenge kan ? hahahak . So, finally , we found it . We ate for about an hour ? Then make our way to Esplanade to cut the cake :] After eating the chocolate cake, walked around Marina Square and headed to fav aunt's house. Reached her house, I took off my contact lens and went to sleep . At around 6+pm, was awaken by mum's call -.- . pffft . Ader jer yg kacau . Then around 9+pm, woke up . Kak Ima was home so, talked to her . We laughed when I told her what happened that afternoon . Then around 9+pm also, went to Pasir Ris, Kak Yani's house . Then me and younger brother was supposed to go back home ;] . But, uncle said he want to go to Changi , tgok airplanes , -.- . Lame ehk pakcik aku ? Mcm bdk kecik pulak dier . hahahak ! Wei, but dier baek okay. Ilovehim :] . Biase, pakcik aku tuu, kalau keluar, tkleh g satu tempat, kene merayap . hahs . So, after Changi, uncle drove along this deserted road . Seriously, there's no cars . Then out of a sudden, we're at East Coast ! Wow, cool ehk ? haha . Then we urmm 'walked' around Orchard . Dudok dlm kereta jer, tgok lampu . haha . And, home sweet home :]&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;8th December :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Met Hazirah at Tampines MRT Station . Train-ed to Plaza Singapura . Purchased our tickets ;] . Watched New Moon , weeeeeeeeeeee ;DDD . Like, finally sia . I thought I'll not be watching it cause I planned it with ex-bf, to watch it together . But, God doesn't allowed it . So, yeah . HE have a good reason why good things is not for long ;] . We reached around 1.30pm, but we watched the 2.50pm show, wtf . hahs, hazirah uhs nie . So,we walked around . Then suddenly, got this guy, haha . I was about to turned to the escalator when he suddenly approached me and asked, " Boleh jadi kawan ? " I was like, " Errrr. " And I shook my head and walked away . hahah . Then me and Hazirah walked very fast cause that guy is behind us . haha . Then, we watched New Moon . It's a blast, mann ! I give 5/5 !&amp;nbsp; HAHAHA . Then we had our dinner at Pizzahut ;] After that, train-ed to Ochard . Waited for Hazirah's dad and we walked around Orchard . I wanted to go to Ochard Central, but, most of the shops is closed cause it's weekdays -.- . Then, home sweet home :]&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;9th December :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Went to Giant with NCC Seniors and cadets ;DD . Fun seyy . Went out at around 11+am, and reached home around 7+pm . Punyer lamer . Actually, I'm so lazy to elaborate . We had our luch at Open Plaza . We ate Long John Silver . Then make our way to GIANT :] . Then while waiting for Dina and others, saw Kak Yani . So, talked to her for awhile :] . Kay, dah .&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;10th December :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;The moment everyone is waiting for . hahs . NCC BBQ ;DD . Was supposed to meet Dina, Hilman , Aliyah and Adam at Dina's grandfather's house at 10.30am, but ended up the house keys went missing . So, wasted about 30mins searching for it . Finally, I'm out by 11am ! haha . But as usual, Adam is the one who's late . standard . byk dier nyer otw . otw, tpi sempat top-up lagi . hahs . So, we cab-ed to E.C.P . Then, waited for the others to come :] . And at 2.50pm, rent a bicycle for 2hrs. Lamer ehk ? Cause 1hr rent, 1hr free ;D . blahblahblah . Mls nk elaborate . Pictures is at facebook . But not my profile ehk . It's at Yanti's , Musq's , Aliyah's , Insyirah's &amp;amp; Shyraa's profile :] . hees .&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;11 December :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nothing happened !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;12 &amp;amp; 13 December :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;-Ader jemputan .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;- Ader family day pat E.CP lagy . pfft .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;- Boring giler babi . sumpah .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;- Skrg pat rmh ex aku . bye . nk g tgok New Moon .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It's nice to know that you were there,&lt;br /&gt;
Thanks for acting like you cared&lt;br /&gt;
And making me feel like I was the only one&lt;br /&gt;
It's nice to know we had it all&lt;br /&gt;
Thanks for watching as I fall&lt;br /&gt;
And letting me know we were done .&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a perfect world, ex-boyfriends would transfer schools and only reappear to confess tearfully how much they miss you - and by then, you'd have moved on to dating guys who are hotter than Joe Jonas. But in the &lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt; world, the pain of a break-up can leave you feeling&lt;strong&gt; broken&lt;/strong&gt;. It's like one minute, you're texting, kissing and loving this person - and the next, you're crying into your pillow, praying he'll call, and wondering if you're always going to feel so totally, or completely alone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;They say, "No man is worth your tears."&lt;br /&gt;
True but i bet no one follows to that rule. girls can't help but to weep everytime regardless of being happy, sad or angry. by crying out loud, it helps to release the pain and sorrow drowning in. at times there is no point in shedding tears because those selfless blokes don't deserve our tears. here we are suffering from heartaches, there they are enjoying their lives away. like wasting your text msgs yet they don't bother to reply or get back to you. having a fight in one day but ignores to solve it the next day. so why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;It is definitely not an easy task to ignore your love because you're so used to grabbing the phone and text him right away. i think it's time to rest on my laurel and ignore. i'm getting used to it already. in fact, my heart's at ease. girls try so hard but guys refuse to appreciate and acknowledge our good deeds. i'm tired of 'chasing cars' you know. even if my day gets ruined by our tiff, i look forward to the day after hoping for a better tomorrow for me. i'm still waiting for it. i'll just wait."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-3092922197695925886?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3092922197695925886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=3092922197695925886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/3092922197695925886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/3092922197695925886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-what-you-want-its-your-life-your.html' title='Do what you want . It&apos;s your life, your decision . But remember, there&apos;s a weak one &amp; a strong one. CHOOSE who you want to be .'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SxtjMyANPSI/AAAAAAAAA9E/XcuCa8NsqJU/s72-c/tumblr_ku6s4mnhV51qa1fbpo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-1412648592695682337</id><published>2009-12-06T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T15:46:08.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The fate of love is that it always seems too much or too little .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SxtZuzqNfvI/AAAAAAAAA80/1EUGIq_fsGw/s1600-h/tumblr_ku64s1Uvxh1qa1fbpo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SxtZuzqNfvI/AAAAAAAAA80/1EUGIq_fsGw/s320/tumblr_ku64s1Uvxh1qa1fbpo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;I'm fucking bored right now .&amp;nbsp; Oh ya, I'm not at my house . I'm at Woodlands :] . So, if u need anything, just text or call my phone aites :) Mum and aunt is sleeping -.- . They woke up i don't know what time, bathe, watch tv and off to sleep again . pffft . Mum nowadays . tsk tsk . hahak . I'm currently waiting for Izz Sachok to come . haiya . Punyer luhs lmbt . haiya .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Today woke up at around 10+am . Was awaken by Izz Sachok's message . Stupid, uat kacau jer .&amp;nbsp; Woke up, replied him and went to the living room and sleep again till 12.45pm . ahaha . I want to go to 7-11, but no one to accompany me . pffft . bored sia .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;When I was eating my lunch, fav aunt messaged me and I called her . Discuss everything about tomorrow , time and stuffs . Gonna be very busy these days . And hopefully, siblings and dad has been doing the chores . At least, it'll lessen my things to do list . ;] . I think, I'll stop blogging from now on . Will update at the end of this week .&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;" Make sure god has his good reasons why good things come to an end. So that better things can fall into place. That was the last time. so long.. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-1412648592695682337?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1412648592695682337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=1412648592695682337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/1412648592695682337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/1412648592695682337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/fate-of-love-is-that-it-always-seems.html' title='The fate of love is that it always seems too much or too little .'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SxtZuzqNfvI/AAAAAAAAA80/1EUGIq_fsGw/s72-c/tumblr_ku64s1Uvxh1qa1fbpo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-2744765165462877623</id><published>2009-12-06T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T03:40:33.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rembering me, discover and see .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SxqfiVwIX6I/AAAAAAAAA8k/It_UgAqX5wU/s1600-h/tumblr_ku658o4iMN1qa1fbpo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SxqfiVwIX6I/AAAAAAAAA8k/It_UgAqX5wU/s320/tumblr_ku658o4iMN1qa1fbpo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;Kay, I'm back from Malaysia ! xD . Had a fun time at Malaysia .Went to uncle's house at around 3+pm, waited for everyone to come, and we left the house . Before going to uncle's house, went to withdraw some cash and bought my contact lens ;D .Reach Malaysia around 5+pm :O . Late, I know . Cause it's jammed . pfftt. Went to i don't know who's house . Jemputan luhs katekan . Then after that, around 6.45pm, I asked uncle to bring us to Jusco cause there's Mango outlet there . hees :/ . When we're on our way to Jusco, stopped at Pandan City for awhile . Uncle and aunties bought DVDs .Whereas me and Sara bought Bubble Tea at ' Each A Cup' . After that, continue our journey to Jusco ;D . Reached Jusco, parked the car and went in the shopping complex . When the escalator went up, the very first outlet I saw was, ' MANGO ' ! Weee ;D . Apelagi, tros masok tuu kedai . Went to survey the tees there . Told mum I want this particular tee . RM45 jer, means around $20+ . Normal price mahh.&amp;nbsp; Skali, mak&amp;nbsp; tertinggal wallet pat dlm kereta. Haiyaya . So, after I have decided which colour I want to buy, we waited for uncle to finish his prayers and went back to the car and take the wallet -.- . Bought the Mango tee , white in colour ;D . Kalau tk, nk beli long sleeves nyer seyy . Skali, tk accept Singapore dollars pulak . Haiya . So, we proceed to the supermarket and bought&amp;nbsp; stuffs . When we're on our way there, saw Guess outlet . I catch a glimpse of a long sleeve tee . Nice, but I'm lazy to go in and survey .. hahs . Never mind, when mum gets her pay next month, I'll drag her to Jusco again . hahahak .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;After shopping at Jusco, uncle bring us to don't know where to eat . Luckily, there's no cats . Cause before we proceed to that place, I said already, &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;" Naqiah tknk g tempat yg ader kucing ehk. " &lt;/span&gt;I'm cerewet when dining out, so ? Got problem ? haha, lucky he take my words seriously ;] We ate at i don't know where. And I swear, I hate the kind of service they gave us . We waited for about 45mins&amp;nbsp; ? Then our food come . Pffft . But in between the waiting, it was fun uhs . I cracked a lot of lame jokes about the chef&amp;nbsp; . hahak . And when the staffs came, I say, &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;" Dah dah, shhh . Org dier dtg . "&lt;/span&gt; hahak, after eating, went back to Singapore lor .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;When we were at pandan mum saw New Moon dvd is out . Then she say,&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; " Ehk, kak, nie cite yg kau nk tgok . " &lt;/span&gt;I say, &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;" Ah ah . Alah, nie semue pirated luhs . Citer bru keluar, dah kelaur pat dvd .&amp;nbsp; Merepek . " &lt;/span&gt;Then mm say &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;" Okay . I buy, u don't watch . I on the movie, u go inside ur room. "&lt;/span&gt; Then I say, &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;" Okay lor . " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;hahs . Ended up, she didn't buy it cause even the shop owner says, it's not really original -.-. fuck you .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Hmm, what more should I blog ? Haiya, no idea lehh . I'm super bored right now .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Yesterday on the phone with Mira cuzin from 12.45am till 5.30am :O :] . Fun siakk, mcm mcm yg kiter bobal . I told her some of my thoughts . But when I told her, all the questions came back to me . haiya . &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It's fucking hard yknow &lt;/span&gt;. &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;it's bloody hard to lose you, you know.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;*sigh &lt;/i&gt;. If I have this power like Siobhan . Wonder who she is ? tkyah tau .nk tau, g bace buku breaking dawn sendiri . If I have that special vampire gift from Siobhan, things will not turned out this way . I hate it . Why am I still living in past ? Omg . move on.move on.move on. Around 2+am, Fika joined us ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mira : Kay, naqiah, kau nk kahwin age bape ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Me : Enta luhs . Lpas uni and dpt stable job uhs siol . Fika ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Fika : Aku ehk ? Hmmm . 23 uhs . tgok uhs . ( I've forgotten uhs )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Then, we discussed who'll be our future husbands based on our ex(s) or crush . hahahhak . Mepek sia, sumpah . We talked about what will our berkat be, how much is the hantaran , bape byk dulang nk, honeymoon countries, what's our dulang things, the catering, where it'll be held, total expenditure . And after marriage, how many maids we want, what type of house we want, the cars we want to own, how many rooms will there be in our house, how many kids we want , what will their name be . Some more what uhs ? I think that's all uhs . &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;After that, me and Mira talked about other stuffs and she bring up the topic about Syukri .Siakk . I don't know he'll change to that extreme . wow ! Truly grown up huh, syukri ? Not bad . I didn't expect him to change out of a sudden . In 3 months, u changed like fucking , wow ! &lt;i&gt;*speechless .&lt;/i&gt; Fika hang up at around 4.30am . Whereas me and Mira hang up at around 5.30am . Went to bed at around 5.45am ;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Kay, I want to sleep already, it's 3.30am liao . haiyo .Night readers ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;" It's either you stay or you leave . I think, it's better of you leave . "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-2744765165462877623?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2744765165462877623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=2744765165462877623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/2744765165462877623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/2744765165462877623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/rembering-me-discover-and-see.html' title='Rembering me, discover and see .'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SxqfiVwIX6I/AAAAAAAAA8k/It_UgAqX5wU/s72-c/tumblr_ku658o4iMN1qa1fbpo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-76777309339192504</id><published>2009-12-04T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T19:09:34.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If someone you love hurts you cry a river, build a bridge, and get over it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Sxji4twdHlI/AAAAAAAAA8U/xRDXpkLShM4/s1600-h/tumblr_ku0emyKxVo1qa1fbpo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Sxji4twdHlI/AAAAAAAAA8U/xRDXpkLShM4/s320/tumblr_ku0emyKxVo1qa1fbpo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Okay, my second post for today . I'm having a headache . fuck . Haiya . Maybe, it's because I haven't eaten . Wait, I ate waffles already . Haiya . Currently chatting with Fika cuzin at facebook &amp;amp; listening to musics .&lt;br /&gt;
Fika : Mira ngan Acap dah break . Dah tau blom ?&lt;br /&gt;
Me : Dah dah . Aku dah bce tag kau . Saper mintak ? Acap ehk ?&lt;br /&gt;
Fika : Yupyup . Biase arh .&lt;br /&gt;
Me : Sial siakk . Aper reason dier ?&lt;br /&gt;
Fika : Buzzzyyyy ! sial kan ?&lt;br /&gt;
Me : Siakk ! Mepek . perangai, samer sia ngan wan .&lt;br /&gt;
Fika : tk phm siakk aku ngan dorang .&lt;br /&gt;
Me : HAHAHAK .&lt;br /&gt;
Me : Wei . cb, dah tgok new moon ?&lt;br /&gt;
Fika : Dah .&lt;br /&gt;
Me : Siakk . Dgn ?&lt;br /&gt;
Fika : Ader uhs .&lt;br /&gt;
Me : Kay, g mampos.&lt;br /&gt;
And it goes on and on .&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know what's with dad the past few days . On the 1st December, dad gave me back my Sim card which was unexpected . haiya . And when I insert my sim card,&amp;nbsp; I received a msg from I don't know who . Such an idiot sia him . pfft . And on the 2nd or 1st also, dad asked me, " Buku yg kau nk bape $$ ? " Then I was like, " Urmm . $20 . Bpk nk belikan ? " He replied me, " Tgok luh dulu . Mid month luh . " Then I say, " Okay ! Set ! " hahas . And Hidir has been sleeping over my house for 3 days 2 nights . haha .&lt;br /&gt;
And Wyldan, since when u know I have a blog ? :@ . Nevermind . I don't know what colour I should be wearing tmrw . haiya . Kay, bye .&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-76777309339192504?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/76777309339192504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=76777309339192504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/76777309339192504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/76777309339192504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-someone-you-love-hurts-you-cry-river.html' title='If someone you love hurts you cry a river, build a bridge, and get over it.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Sxji4twdHlI/AAAAAAAAA8U/xRDXpkLShM4/s72-c/tumblr_ku0emyKxVo1qa1fbpo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-1093478676608508154</id><published>2009-12-04T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T14:34:20.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And in the end it is not the years in your life that count, It’s the life in your years.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Ten Things I Want to Say to Ten Different People (but don't say their name) :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;1. He's coming back . A few more hours ;]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;2.U don't understand, girl . It's not easy . He need some time .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;3. Fuck you, bitch ! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;4.You broke a promise, u idiot ! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;5. Chubby cheeks, ugh . &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;6. I miss you . But we'll be meet up on the 7th . haha .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;7. That was unexpected . Thanks yeah ;]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;8. I want a freaking reason ! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;9. Pretty eyes .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;10. Chill down . &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Nine things about myself :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;1. I love Torres .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;2. I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; stubborn. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;3. I love honeydew.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;4. I talk craps a lot .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;5. I am crazy .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;6. I keep secrets :P .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;7.I play soccer .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;8. I hate it when I'm asked to do things I don't like to do .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;9. I hate guys who have big ego .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Eight ways to win my heart :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;1. Not perfect .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;2. A face that I wont get sick of.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;3. Accept me the way I am .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;4. Being able to tolerate all my nonsense and craps xD&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;5. Not so much of a looking ;]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;6. Able to make me laugh a lot.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;7. No egos .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;8. Understand me . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Seven things that cross my mind a lot :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;1.Reason (s) &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;2. When will I be rich ? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;3. Why can't time pass by really fast ?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;4. And tomorrow, and tomorrow and tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;5. I want it back ! :@ &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;6. Stop nagging, I get it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;7. Gone !&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Six things I do before I fall asleep :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;1. Msg someone . &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;2. Disturb my little sister.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;3. Wash my face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;4. Listening to musics .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;5. Brush my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;6. Apply all the needed creams and lotions.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever) :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;(there’s more, but this calls for 5 only)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;1. Family.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;2. Girlfriends. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;3. Oh, someone .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;4. Friends.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;5. Family.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Four things youre wearing right now :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;1.T-shirt .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;2. 3/4 pants .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;3. My face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;4.A bracelet .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Three bands that you listen to often :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;1. I don't know .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;2. I don't care .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;3. I don't give a damn .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Two things you want to do before you die :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;1. Get married, settle down, have kids, see them grow up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;2. Travel to Spain .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;One confession :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;1.My imagination is a thousand times better than a movie ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Alright, I'm updating my blog :] There's couple of things I want and need to do ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;1. Get my holiday homeworks done .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;2. Watch New Moon . Will be wacthing, yeay !&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;3. Go to Malaysia . Will be going tmrw, haha .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;4. Get over it and done with ;]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;Will be going to Malaysia tomorrow . yeay ! Finally, I'm going to Malaysia . Dah lamer tk pegy :/ . Plans for this December :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;1. Going to Malaysia on the 5th of December .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;2. Going to dine out at Seoul Garden on the 7th of December with fav aunt, Iffah and elder brother . My birthday treat for aunt :]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;3. Going to watch New Moon at Plaza Singapura with Hazirah and Aliyah on the 8th . Going to Orchard after that to meet Hazirah's dad . :]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;4. Going to GIANT with NCC seniors on the 9th to do some shoppings for BBQ Pit&amp;nbsp; .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;Siakk ! 3 days straight, I'll be going out . Haiya . And after all these outings, I'll be broke . Haiya . Just now, went to accompany Aliyah to clinic . After that, went back home, took my wallet and make our way to Prima Deli . Bought chocolate waffles and I ordered fav aunt's cake ;] Paid a deposit of $5 . hahaha . Lucky for me, I have some cash that time . Then went back home lor .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;Kak Ina won't be joining us to dine at Seoul Garden :( . Haiya . Blame it on her driving license test uhs :@ .Damn it . Nevermind . What more should I blog ? I'm not going to update my blog like how I did the past few days . Lazy luhs to go online . &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;Yesterday went to Sheng Siong with mum . I did most of the shopping . haha . Went to mac to have my lunch . Mum have had her breakfast, so, I ate the new burger . I forgot the name of the burger uhs .hahs . Okay luhs, i give 3.5/5 . ;] After eating, I went to Sheng Siong again to buy ice creams and chocolates :] . Then cab-ed home . Okay, I'm blank . Kay, bye . And yeah, I just added some new songs to my playlist . Kay, bye .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;“Forgiveness is me giving up my right to hurt you for hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Cos my mind still wonders,&lt;br /&gt;
still question,&lt;br /&gt;
still ponder,&lt;br /&gt;
but...&lt;br /&gt;
fuck love. fuck you. "&lt;br /&gt;
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Starting time:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;5:22 pm&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Name:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Naqiah&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Sisters:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Brothers:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Eye Color:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Black / Brown .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Shoe size:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;6 or 7 .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Hair:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Dark brown .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Piercings:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Ears .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Height:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;160cm&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Class tee &amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Tampines&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Favorite number:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;6, 9, 15 . &amp;amp; 28 (?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Favorite drink:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Ice Lemon Tea .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Favorite month:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;April .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Favorite breakfast:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;I don't eat breakfast .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;* Have You Ever ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Broken a bone:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Been in a police car:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Been on a plane:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Yes .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Been in a hot tub:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Nope .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Swam in the ocean:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Nope .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Fallen asleep in school:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Yes . A lot of time . &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Cried when someone died?:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;No, i think .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Fell off your chair:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Forget .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Nope .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Saved e-mails:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Been cheated on:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Nope ?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;*What is ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Your room like?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;I don't know .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;What is right beside you?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Aliyah .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;What is the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Oreo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;*Ever had ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Chicken pox:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Yups .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Sore throat:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Not sure .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Stitches:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;No . Eeew .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Broken nose:&lt;br /&gt;
Nope . I'm not like Michael Jackson :]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;* Do you; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;No .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Like picnics?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Yes .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Wear contact lenses or glasses?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Yups .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Who was the last person you danced with?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;No one .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Who last made you smile?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;I don't know .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;* Who ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Did you last yell at?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;I'm not sure . One of my younger siblings :]&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;———-Final Questions————-&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Musics .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;What did you do today?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Go Tmart &amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Hate someone in your family?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Yups .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Diamond or pearl?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Diamonds .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Are you the oldest?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Nope .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Indoors or out doors?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Out door .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;* Today, did you ;&lt;br /&gt;
1. talk to someone you like?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Yes .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;2. Kiss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Nope .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;3. Get sick?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Nope .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;4. Sing?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Nope .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;5. Talk to an ex?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Nope .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;6. Miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Yes .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;7. Eat?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;* Last person ;&lt;br /&gt;
8. You talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Aliyah .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;9. Made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Someone .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
10. Went to the movies with?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aliyah :]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;11. You went to the mall with?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Aliyah .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;* Have You;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
19. Been to Mexico?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Nope .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;20. Been to USA?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Nope .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;* Random .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
21. have a crush on someone?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Nope .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;22. What books are you reading right now?&lt;br /&gt;
N&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;o books :/ Only magazine :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
23. Best feeling in the world?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;- Being loved by someone . ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
24. Future kids names?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;I don't know .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;25. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Nope .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;26. What’s under your bed?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Nothing .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;27. Favorite sport(s) to watch?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Soccer .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;28. Favorite place:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Somewhere under the rainbow .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;32. Who do you really hate?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Mdm Fauziah and Nabila .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;33. Do you have a job?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Job uhs ? House chores ader uhs .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;37. What time is it now?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;5.33pm.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;" It's not about&amp;nbsp; the looks , the gorgeousness, the hotness and the sexiness . But, it's about how the heart looks inside . "&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/4995428405391626644-2309615407370451582?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2309615407370451582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=2309615407370451582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/2309615407370451582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/2309615407370451582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/worst-way-to-miss-someone-is-when-you.html' title='The WORST way to miss someone is when you are sitting beside them . Yet, you know, u can&apos;t have them .'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SxUwHacqCFI/AAAAAAAAA7w/dpPJUdSmuls/s72-c/tumblr_ktfzam06pq1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-2246759440194497967</id><published>2009-11-30T21:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:33:43.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i never needed strain. My love for you was strong enough you should have known .'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i never needed pain'/><title type='text'>Sometimes, the pain of breaking up isn't worth the agony of trying not to .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SxOw-pnAO1I/AAAAAAAAA7o/29WwF3Q-VjU/s1600/tumblr_ktwshhflVh1qa1fbpo1_r1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SxOw-pnAO1I/AAAAAAAAA7o/29WwF3Q-VjU/s320/tumblr_ktwshhflVh1qa1fbpo1_r1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Today woke up at around 12+ pm&amp;nbsp; . Woke up, watched tv and bathe . After bathing, did some chores and went out to Tampines East CC with Aliyah . After submitting the bursary thingy , walked around 201 . Bought ice-blend and some bread . Then bus-ed to Tmart, Aliyah rent 2 DVDs ; Where Got Ghost and Meet The Spartan . Then walked to my house and we watched Where Got Ghost . Blah blah blah then Aliyah went home at around 6.30pm . Currently I'm plurk-ing, blogging and facebook-ing . And yeah, listening to musics . Younger sister is watching Paranormal Activity with younger brother . Elder brother just came back from KL . yeay ! hahs , i don't know why I'm so happy when he came back . It felt like everyone is here . :]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Oh ya, Winson , enjoy your trip to Thailand, alright . Take good care of yourself , hahs .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Since someone is mad about the spamming at plurk, I think I should stop plurk-ing first and talk to myself at this blogger, pfft&amp;nbsp; . hmmm . I wonder if I should go to Malaysia this Saturday or stay at home and watch MTV . Cause there's about Twilight and New Moon . Weeee ! ;)) Haiya . But if I were to go to Malaysia, I'll miss MTV shows . If I stay at home, I can't visit Angsana's bookstore . confused.confused.confused.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;What more should I blog about ? hmmm . * thinking .&amp;nbsp; Oh ya, got 1 comment from i don't know who , commented on my previous post . hahs, bobal mepek . Satu bende pon aku tk phm . Bobal sorang jgak agaknyer org tuu . hahahahahak ! Okay, paranormal activity is like kinda boring , pfft . I haven't had my dinner or lunch . haiya, I'm so lazy to chew something . I asked mum to cook for us sambal udang . And when she cooked , I just don't feel like eating it . pffft . Such a trouble-maker I am . 8-) I don't give a damn . Call me whatever u want . Okay, I think, I better go and eat now before the clock strikes 10pm cause eating after 10pm is not good . But I always eat bread . Nevermind, alas perut :]&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;" Do you know that u have a very very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;big&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; ego ? Thank god, it's over . Phew . "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Okay, I'm damn bored right now . I want to do a quiz . :]&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln1" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: webdings;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Friend .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln3" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;2.Do you have any plans for saturday ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln4" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: webdings;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Malaysia, maybe .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln6" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;3)when was the last time you got flowers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln7" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Not sure .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln9" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;4)Has anyone ever seen you in your underwear&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln10" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Nope . Siao .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln12" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;5)Do you love anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln13" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Yes, a lot .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
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&lt;div id="ln15" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;6) What are you doing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln16" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;- This quiz , chatting and listening to music .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln18" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;7)Are you in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln19" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;- Nope .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln21" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;8)Have you read the book Twilight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln22" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;- Yes, countless times .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln24" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;9)If you had a chance to get back together with your ex, would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln25" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;- Maybe .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln25');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln26');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln27" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;10)What are ur opinion about your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln27');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln28" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;- Fun . Loving . Caring . Crazy .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln28');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln29');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln30" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;11)What do you like about yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln30');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln31" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;- My craziness ? hahak . I don't know .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln31');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln32');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln33" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;12)Do you think someone is talking behind your back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln33');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln34" style="color: red; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;-I don't give a damn .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln34');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln35');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln36" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;13)Do you like it when boys have egos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln36');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln37" style="color: red; font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;- Nope .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln37');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln38');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln39" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;14)Do you hate your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln39');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln40" style="color: red; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;- Nope .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln40');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln41');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln42" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;15)Do you remember your first crush's name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln42');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln43" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;- Nope .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln43');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln44');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln45" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;16)What are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln45');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln46" style="color: red; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;- Human , obviously .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln46');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln47');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln48" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;17)Did you kiss anyone today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln48');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln49" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;- Nope .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln49');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln50');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln51" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;18)Are you a mean person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln51');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln52" style="color: red; font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;- Nope .&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln52');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln53');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln54" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;19)Are you excited for anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln54');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln55" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;- Nope .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln55');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln56');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln57" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;20)Have you let someone down last week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln57');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln58" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;- Not sure .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln58');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln59');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln60" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;21)Are you close with your siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln60');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln61" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;- Yup .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln61');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln62');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln63" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;22)Do you get along with your parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln63');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln64" style="color: red; font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;- Yes .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln64');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln65');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln66" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;23)Are you in a good mood right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln66');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln67" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;- Guess so .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln67');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln68');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln69" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;24)Who was the last person you spoke on the phone for over an hour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln69');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln70" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;- Wyldan ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln70');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln71');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln72" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;25)Do you like to make the first move?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln72');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln73" style="color: red; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;-Hmmm . Not sure .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln73');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln74');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln75" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;26)Do you hate it when people smoke around you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln75');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln76" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;- Yes . But I can't do anything about it . Just got to endure the smell -.- .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln76');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln77');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln78" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;27)What's something you really want right now, be honest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln78');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln79" style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;- A lot .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln79');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln80');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln81" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;28)How long you've ever talked on the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln81');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln82" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;- A few hours .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln82');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln83');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln84" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;29)Has anyone ever sang to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln84');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln85" style="color: red; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;- hahs. Nope .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln85');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln86');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln87" style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;30)Do you get emotional easily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln87');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln88" style="color: red; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;- Nope .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln88');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln89');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="ln90" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;31)Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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&lt;div id="ln93" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;32)Is there a person of the opposite sex who means alot to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div id="ln94" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;-Yes .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln96" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;33)Has someone ever made a promise to you and broken it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div id="ln99" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;34)Do you want someone back in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div id="ln100"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;- Think so .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln100" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Another Quiz :]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;1. Real name :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;- Siti Naqiah Bte Mansor   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;2. Nickname:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;- Naqiahaha/ NaqiahTorres .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;3. Star sign :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;- Aries   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;4. Male or female :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;- Female.   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;5. Primary school :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;- East Spring Primary School   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;6. Secondary school :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;- Junyuan secondary school&amp;nbsp;   .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;7. JC/POLY&amp;nbsp; :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;- Haven't yet -.-&amp;nbsp;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;8. Hair color :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;- Dark Brown and some black :D   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;9. Long or short : &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;- Not so long&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;10 . Loud or Quiet :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;- Loud .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;11. Sweats or Jeans :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;- Jeans ?   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;12. Phone or camera :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Phone :D   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;13. Health freak :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;- Not really.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;14 . Drink or smoke :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;- Drink .&amp;nbsp;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;15 . Do you have a crush on someone :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;- Nope . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;16 . Eat or drink :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;- Both :D   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;17 . Piercings&amp;nbsp; :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;- 2   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;18 . Tattoos :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;- Nope .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;19. Been in an airplane :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;- Yes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;20 . Been in a relationship :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;- Yes   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;21 . Been in a car accident : &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;- Nope.   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;22 . Been in a fist fight :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;- Nope . &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;23. First piercing :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;- Ears.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;24 . First best friend (s) : &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Syaffana and Amalina. They're the best !   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;25 . First award :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Nursery dance performance ( I think)   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;26 . First Crush :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Forgot . &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;27 . First Vacation :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Forgot . Malaysia, i guess . &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;28 . Last person you talked to :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Younger brother . &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;29 . Last person you texted to : &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Wyldan .&amp;nbsp;   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;30 . Last person(s) you watched a movie with :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Ex-bf, Hasan and Aliyah .&amp;nbsp;   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;32.&amp;nbsp; Last food you ate :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Rice&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;33 . Last movie you watched :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs .&amp;nbsp;   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;34 . Last song you listened to :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Holla Holla .&amp;nbsp;   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;35 . Last thing you bought :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Ice Blend . &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;36 . Last person you hugged :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Ex bf .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;37 . Food :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Anything that's edible .&amp;nbsp;   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;38. Drinks :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Lemon tea , Ice Milo and many more&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;39 . Clothing :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- A lot .&amp;nbsp;   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;40 . Books :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Twilight Saga, True Singapore Ghost Stories, Geronimo Stilton &amp;amp; The Boy Call 'It' books . &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;41 . Song :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Hmm . A lot . &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;42 . Flower :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Rose ?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;43 . Colors :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Red, White, Black, Blue and Hot Pink . &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;44 . Movies :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- A lot . &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;45 . Phrase :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- A lot .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;46 . Subjects :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- 8 subjects , lazy to type .&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;47 . Kissed in the snow :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Nope .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;48 . Celebrated Halloween :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Nope .&amp;nbsp;   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;49. Had your heart broken :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Yes&amp;nbsp;    .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;50 . Went over the minutes on your cell phone :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Nope.    &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;51 . Someone questioned your sexual orientation :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- No .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;52 : Came out of the closest :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- hahahak . Yes, when playing Hide &amp;amp; Seek :/ .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;53 . Gotten pregnant :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;-Nope .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;54 . Had an abortion :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Nope . It's sinful . &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;55 . Done something you've regretted :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Think so .&amp;nbsp;   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;56 . Broke a promise :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Yes, i think . &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;57 . Hid a secret :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Nope . &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;58 . Pretended to be happy :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Yes. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;59 . Met someone who changed your life :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Yes :D   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;60 . Pretended to be sick :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Nope .&amp;nbsp;    &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;61 .Left the country :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Yes.   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;62 . Tried something you normally wouldn't try &amp;amp; liked it :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Nope .&amp;nbsp;   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;63 . Cried over the silliest thing :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Nope . &amp;nbsp;   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;64 . Ran a mile :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Nope . But i wish to :]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;65 . Went to the beach with your best friend(s) :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Yes   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;66 . Stay single the whole year :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;-Yes .&amp;nbsp;   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;67 . Eating :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Nope&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;68. Drinking :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Nope   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;69. I'm about ton :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Huh ?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;70 . Listening to :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Can't help but wait . &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;71 . Plans for tomorrow :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Heading to Tampines East CC . &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;72 . Waiting for :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Hmmm . A few things to happen . &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;73 . Want kids :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Married then .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;74. Want to get married :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Hmm . Such a long journey in my life .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;75 . Careers in mind :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Yes   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;76 . Which is better than Girl / Boy :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Both ?   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;76 . Lips or eyes :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Eyes    &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;77 . Shorter or taller :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Taller   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;78 . Romantic or spontaneous :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Romantic    &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;79 . Nice stomach or nice arms :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Both   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;80. Sensitive or loud :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Loud .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;81 . Hook-up or relationship :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Relationship .&amp;nbsp;   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;82. Trouble-maker or hesistant :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Hesitant .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Have you ever ;   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;83. Lost glasses/ contacts :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Nope .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;84. Ran away from home :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Nope . &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;85. Hold a gun or knife for self defense :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Nope . &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;86 . Killed somebody :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Of course not .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;87 . Broken someone's heart :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Yes ?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;88 . Been arrested :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- No lah , ass -.-"   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;89. Cried when someone died :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Do you believe in ;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;90. Yourself :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Sometime   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;91. Miracles :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Depends    &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;92 . Love at first sight :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Nope . &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;93 . Heaven :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Yes    &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;94 .Santa Claus :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- No   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;95 . Sex on the first date :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- No   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;96 . Kiss on the first date :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;-Nope .&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;97. Is there one person you want to be with right now :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;- Think so .&amp;nbsp;   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;98 . Are you seriously happy with where you are in life :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- Hmm . Nope .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;99. Ever stead with a guy u ever met ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-Nope .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;100 .What are u waiting for :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- A lot of things .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;101. When's the last time you got hurt ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- Hmm . Quite a while .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;102. Do you own a handphone of your own ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-Yes .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;103. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Do you still love him ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Hmmm . I don't know .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;104 . &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Do you hate him ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Nope . And never :]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;105.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Do you even think about him ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Sometimes ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Tag ten people to do this quiz : Anyone .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;“A relationship is like a rose. How long it lasts, no one knows. Love can erase an awful past, love can be yours, you'll see at last. To feel that love, it makes you sigh. To have it leave, you'd rather die. You hope you've found that special rose, cause you love and care for the one you choose. Trust is the glue of life. It's the most essential ingredient in effective communication. It's the foundational principle that holds all relationships."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-514104800469821360?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/514104800469821360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=514104800469821360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/514104800469821360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/514104800469821360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-you-cant-save-relationship-at-least.html' title='If you can’t save the relationship, at least save your pride.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SxKE2uA1cAI/AAAAAAAAA7g/f2JfL-ijSpE/s72-c/tumblr_ktrn9yjlMQ1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-3895866861878780294</id><published>2009-11-29T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:23:51.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4 months  ? It&apos;s over .'/><title type='text'>I'm cuddling back to my bed with so much left unsaid &amp; I can't let you go .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SxFWmSl-U5I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WFIJ6MNAZw4/s1600/tumblr_ksuawnfKCl1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SxFWmSl-U5I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WFIJ6MNAZw4/s320/tumblr_ksuawnfKCl1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SxFXyD3KT3I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/CkHxRbKxcpI/s1600/tumblr_ktrn9yjlMQ1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SxFXyD3KT3I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/CkHxRbKxcpI/s320/tumblr_ktrn9yjlMQ1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Okay, yesterday Hari Raya Haji was quite fun . I didn't expect it cause I don't usually clebrate it . hahs . Weird, i know . Left house at around 6+pm . Reached aunt's place at around 7pm . Salam everyone that's in the house . Talked with cousins and aunties . Blah blah blah, fav aunt came .&amp;nbsp; Dad wanna went home at around 10.40pm, but fav uncle said, he'll send me home. yeay ! So, stayed a little longer and waited for Mira to come . Punyer luhs lmbt . She reached at around 11pm . So, talked, took pictures and went to 7-11 at around 12am . Blah blah blah , went home at around 12.20am :] Alright, next post please :]&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;" People ask why life is sometimes so full of pain. Well, without pain, would we learn how to appreciate happiness? Would people learn from their mistakes? Would people learn how to pick themselves up after they fall? Sometimes pain is the best teacher and through the pain, we learn how to show kindness to others. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-3895866861878780294?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3895866861878780294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=3895866861878780294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/3895866861878780294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/3895866861878780294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-cuddling-back-to-my-bed-with-so-much.html' title='I&apos;m cuddling back to my bed with so much left unsaid &amp; I can&apos;t let you go .'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SxFWmSl-U5I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WFIJ6MNAZw4/s72-c/tumblr_ksuawnfKCl1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-5312843275426210690</id><published>2009-11-27T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T16:31:03.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can fight to make a relationship stronger. But you can't be the only one fighting .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Sw-HUQjOnFI/AAAAAAAAA7I/h1nyULb3p_M/s1600/tumblr_ktnk63qTRb1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Sw-HUQjOnFI/AAAAAAAAA7I/h1nyULb3p_M/s320/tumblr_ktnk63qTRb1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Okay, I'm super bored right now . It's raining, pfft . Will be going out at around 7.30pm or 8pm . Going to Pasir Ris , aunt's house . Don't know go there for what . Either to celebrate her birthday or Hari Raya Haji . -.- . Dad and younger sister went off already . Currently facebook-ing, plurk-ing and listening to blog musics .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday Adam and his siblings came over . Adam helped my elder brother with his iPod Nano , pfft . Abg bought it for $220 . Hmm, okay luhs tuu . It's green . Eee , tk lawa siakk . At around 10+pm, watched i don't know what movie . Watched till 12+am . Then sleep lor .&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Okay, nk kene siap . Nnti abg mengamok kalau siap lmbt, pfft . I'm so lazy to wear kebaye . Can I wear casual ? Okay, bye .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;" If you desire love in your life, cultivate it in yourself, in your own dreams and desires, in the mark you want to make during your brief span here, in the lessons learned, in the smiles as much as the scars. fill yourself up with love, rather than waiting for someone to do it for you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-5312843275426210690?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5312843275426210690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=5312843275426210690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/5312843275426210690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/5312843275426210690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-can-fight-to-make-relationship.html' title='You can fight to make a relationship stronger. But you can&apos;t be the only one fighting .'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Sw-HUQjOnFI/AAAAAAAAA7I/h1nyULb3p_M/s72-c/tumblr_ktnk63qTRb1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-3735679144913348921</id><published>2009-11-26T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T11:42:20.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does fate give you the guy you always wanted, only to find out later that he was never really yours in the first place, and he never will be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Sw30N0d9gRI/AAAAAAAAA64/CNAfj4Eio_E/s1600/tumblr_ktkgstu4bw1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Sw30N0d9gRI/AAAAAAAAA64/CNAfj4Eio_E/s320/tumblr_ktkgstu4bw1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;Earlier post was supposed to be publish yesterday, Wednesday, 25 November . But dad wanna use comp, so, I saved it . Okay, going to primary school later on, with Aliyah . Trip to Airport cancelled cause of someone . Nevermind, he has the right . :] . Currently planning with Aliyah where to go after PSLE results is out . hahs , chatting with Shyraa, facebook-ing and plurking and listening to music . My blog music, actually . Not IMESH . I'm so lazy to entertain that guy . Aliyah, u know who kan ? hahak . &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Y&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;esterday night, watched a lot of movies . Movie marathon :] . First movie was " Exorcist; The Beginning " . Followed by , " The International ", " The Uninvited " and lastly " Year One " ;] . Watched with Nazrul, Yusri and elder brother . Younger siblings were asleep already . hahs . At around 2.30am, accompanied that to transfer money . Then went back home, continue watching movie . I only like Exorcist, the rest was so boring . =.= . At around 3.30am, met Wyldan and went to mac, again . Supper ! Chey, mcm phm . I drink frappe jer, standard . Then I almost slept at mac , haha . Went back home at around 4.15am and slept :] . Alright, I'm off to primary school . Kay, bye .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;" The things about life that I’ve learned is that you’re going to get hurt. You’re going to have emotional nights and cry yourself to sleep for hours. You’re going to suffer some kind of heartbreak, some kind of loss. But you will also have those moments where you heal. Those moments are the best. You feel like you smile for the first time again. You feel like youre alive again. Life just kind of restarts. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-3735679144913348921?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3735679144913348921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=3735679144913348921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/3735679144913348921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/3735679144913348921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-does-fate-give-you-guy-you-always.html' title='Why does fate give you the guy you always wanted, only to find out later that he was never really yours in the first place, and he never will be.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Sw30N0d9gRI/AAAAAAAAA64/CNAfj4Eio_E/s72-c/tumblr_ktkgstu4bw1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-6903185361699059972</id><published>2009-11-26T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T11:19:49.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s funny how time just flies by so fast when you’re happy, but when something happens and you finally want time to fly by fast, it seems to take forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Sw1G5xtl9II/AAAAAAAAA6w/WnzandfMXrU/s1600/tumblr_ktnf3o6Wym1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Sw1G5xtl9II/AAAAAAAAA6w/WnzandfMXrU/s320/tumblr_ktnf3o6Wym1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Today went for NCC Battlebox at Fort Canning Park . Okay luhs, 20% fun and 80% boring . Huahuahua . Went to school at around 11:45pm . Blah blah blah, reached Fort Canning Park at around 1pm . I'm so lazy to elaborate on it . We walked around Singapore . Chey, mcm phm .Urmm, walked here and there uhs , I don't know where . Okay, at around 5.30pm, reached school and went back home . Stopped at Tmart, bought SweeTalk and went to slack with Aliyah at 352 . Then at around 6.45pm, home sweet home lor .&lt;br /&gt;
Went back home, did some chores, bathe and went out to Tmart with Aliyah , again . hahs .&lt;br /&gt;
Currently listening to musics at youtube . I'm lazy to log in to imesh cause of this stupid fucking irritating guy . hahs . Sumpah, aku mls nk lyn kau . hahak . Okay,&amp;nbsp; Nazrul and Yusri is currently at my house, watching movie . Alright, I'm off . Dad's back . Pfft . Kay, bye .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;" Dreams are always crushing when they don’t come true. But it’s the simple dreams that are often the most painful because they seem so personal, so reasonable, so attainable. You’re always close enough to touch but never quite close enough to hold and it’s enough to break your heart. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-6903185361699059972?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6903185361699059972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=6903185361699059972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/6903185361699059972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/6903185361699059972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-funny-how-time-just-flies-by-so.html' title='It’s funny how time just flies by so fast when you’re happy, but when something happens and you finally want time to fly by fast, it seems to take forever.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Sw1G5xtl9II/AAAAAAAAA6w/WnzandfMXrU/s72-c/tumblr_ktnf3o6Wym1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-3884867295907887884</id><published>2009-11-24T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T18:30:56.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being dumped, taken for granted &amp; hurt by the one they love is the reason why many people choose to flirt than to be in a relationship.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwuqHrZT-VI/AAAAAAAAA6o/9zzPFytzNuY/s1600/tumblr_ktgknnqM4n1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwuqHrZT-VI/AAAAAAAAA6o/9zzPFytzNuY/s320/tumblr_ktgknnqM4n1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Currently downloading imesh to computer . I'm super bored right now . Okay, imesh downloaded, currently downloading songs, chatting with Hazirah and otp with Wyldan .&lt;br /&gt;
Today woke up damn late . Woke up at 12pm :O . Hees . Yesterday after watching " Taiwan Tornado " ( weird drama name ) at Channel 8, went to meet Wyldan downstairs and make our way to Mac . He ate while I drink Double Chocolate Frappe :] . Around 1am, went to 351 to slack . Went back home at around 2+am . Tuu pon balik tk leh tido . Slept around 3am . Okay, I'm blank right now . I've been updating my blog almost everyday . Haiya, mendak, aper nk buat . And abg, you promised me already uhs . Better give me what I want . If not, i don't&amp;nbsp; want to friend you . Hmph . Kay, bye .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
" Malam ku tidur tak lena&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;teringatkan dirimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;terimbas kembali kenangan lalu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;alangkah indahnya bersamamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
mengalir air mataku&lt;br /&gt;
menemani malam sepi ku&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ku rindu saat bersamamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;sukarnya untuk ku melupakanmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;dahulu engkau berikan cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;mengapa kini engkau berubah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;manakah janji akan setia menanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
jikalau engkau tak lagi cinta&lt;br /&gt;
katakan saja , aku tak kesah&lt;br /&gt;
dari kau terus membuat&lt;br /&gt;
ku menunggu&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;tak ku sangka , tak ku duqa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;perpisahan yanq akan melanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;sudah ku cuba pertahankan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;namun dirimu pergi jua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
cintamu bagaikan rembulan&lt;br /&gt;
yang hadir bila malam menjelang&lt;br /&gt;
kau hilang bila siang mendatang&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;begitulah sikapmu oh sayang&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
kau lontar cintaku ditepian&lt;br /&gt;
ku bagaikan hanyut di lautan&lt;br /&gt;
yang lemas di dalam percintaan&lt;br /&gt;
dipukul qelombanq keresahan "&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
- Tak Ku Sangka, Tak Ku Duga . Sedap ;]&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;" Begin to learn that kisses don’t always mean something. That promises can be broken, just quick as they are made. That sometimes, goodbyes are really forever and always remember to use “I Love you” with extreme caution. Coz if used in a wrong way, someone will end up getting hurt. Remember that it shouldn’t be an everyday word. It also shouldn’t be said just coz you’re expected to say it. Make sure you know how and when to use it coz once you’re inlove,it shouldn’t be that easy to fall out of love. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-3884867295907887884?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3884867295907887884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=3884867295907887884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/3884867295907887884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/3884867295907887884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/being-dumped-taken-for-granted-hurt-by.html' title='Being dumped, taken for granted &amp; hurt by the one they love is the reason why many people choose to flirt than to be in a relationship.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwuqHrZT-VI/AAAAAAAAA6o/9zzPFytzNuY/s72-c/tumblr_ktgknnqM4n1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-191995965862741065</id><published>2009-11-23T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:25:09.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone-but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwqLPr1r1oI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TiXn5lfE0II/s1600/DSC00458.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwqLPr1r1oI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TiXn5lfE0II/s320/DSC00458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwqLUdWuNTI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/zwU78Oy0Cb4/s1600/DSC00450.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwqLUdWuNTI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/zwU78Oy0Cb4/s320/DSC00450.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwqLYGbi3iI/AAAAAAAAA5g/6AemYYEvawo/s1600/DSC00448.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwqLYGbi3iI/AAAAAAAAA5g/6AemYYEvawo/s320/DSC00448.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwqLdxFsCxI/AAAAAAAAA5o/oMs5Ye63x9E/s1600/DSC00461.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwqLdxFsCxI/AAAAAAAAA5o/oMs5Ye63x9E/s320/DSC00461.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwqLtiCopYI/AAAAAAAAA5w/rWpkj3Gc1g4/s1600/DSC00452%5B1%5D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwqLtiCopYI/AAAAAAAAA5w/rWpkj3Gc1g4/s320/DSC00452%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwqL6Rq__CI/AAAAAAAAA54/zwRCoAeLwAw/s1600/DSC00441%5B1%5D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwqL6Rq__CI/AAAAAAAAA54/zwRCoAeLwAw/s320/DSC00441%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwqMEE5xYxI/AAAAAAAAA6A/ZGk5yQpP2us/s1600/DSC00440%5B1%5D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwqMEE5xYxI/AAAAAAAAA6A/ZGk5yQpP2us/s320/DSC00440%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwqMM6PJ-FI/AAAAAAAAA6I/0JT6uhA8doM/s1600/DSC00439%5B1%5D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwqMM6PJ-FI/AAAAAAAAA6I/0JT6uhA8doM/s320/DSC00439%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwqMUp0shWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/RrweLnB-LJA/s1600/DSC00435%5B1%5D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwqMUp0shWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/RrweLnB-LJA/s320/DSC00435%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwqMZ0x7m7I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/3MlimPuCdeE/s1600/DSC00436%5B1%5D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwqMZ0x7m7I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/3MlimPuCdeE/s320/DSC00436%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;These were the pictures taken yesterday, during Nadee's 16th Birthday ;D . More to upload, i guess . Waiting for Sarah cuzin to tagged me on facebook, hees . Okay, I'm off . Dad nk pki comp, pfft . Kay, bye .&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;" Dreams are always crushing when they don’t come true. But it’s the simple dreams that are often the most painful because they seem so personal, so reasonable, so attainable. You’re always close enough to touch but never quite close enough to hold and it’s enough to break your heart. "&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/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwqNLUOFHHI/AAAAAAAAA6g/e0XjNIxll3E/s1600/tumblr_ktgj16lwrP1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwqNLUOFHHI/AAAAAAAAA6g/e0XjNIxll3E/s320/tumblr_ktgj16lwrP1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Okay, today will be going to Bayshore to celebrate Nadee's 16th Birthday . I've been repeating that , haha . &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Today, woke up quite late , 10.50am :O . hahs . Back to my past time routine :O . Slalu nyer, bgn siang tros msg . Skrg, bgn siang, comp ! hahak . Kay, mepek .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Yesterday slept quite late . Watched Liverpool's match against Man City and Arsenal's match against Sunderland . Liverpool draw, and Arsenal lose :P . After watching Arsenal's match, met Wyldan at void deck . Slacked with him till 2am . We did some 'cathing up' about our life . hahs . Talked about tons of things . Went back home, watch tv and sleep . :] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Okay, I'm off . I haven't packed my things yet . Mls nyer nk g . Nvm, I'm sure i't'll be fun :] I love today's weather coz it's not too hot and not too cold :] Good weather for swimming, yeay ! ♥ Kay, lame . Kay, bye . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;" Happy 16th Birthday, Nadee ! All the best in what u're doing right now ;D . When Os results is out, tell me :] .Love ya, cuzin ;D ♥ "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;" The things about life that I’ve learned is that you’re going to get hurt. You’re going to have emotional nights and cry yourself to sleep for hours. You’re going to suffer some kind of heartbreak, some kind of loss. But you will also have those moments where you heal. Those moments are the best. You feel like you smile for the first time again. You feel like you're alive again. Life just kind of restarts. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-3000044303959366619?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3000044303959366619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=3000044303959366619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/3000044303959366619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/3000044303959366619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/kisses-are-like-tears-real-ones-you.html' title='Kisses are like tears, the real ones you can&apos;t hold back .'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwjAUTtOoXI/AAAAAAAAA5A/m6pIlLpYZ8M/s72-c/tumblr_kt38jaLJiy1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-4703086237371837202</id><published>2009-11-21T18:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T21:11:09.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories were fine, but you couldn’t touch them, smell them, or hold them. They were never exactly as the moment had been, and they fade with time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Swe7CWSg45I/AAAAAAAAA4w/tztTlYq9g0w/s1600/tumblr_kskty6iTPe1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Swe7CWSg45I/AAAAAAAAA4w/tztTlYq9g0w/s400/tumblr_kskty6iTPe1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Earlier today, went to school for Open House . Went to school as early as 7.10am :O . Met Fatin at Esso's bus stop . Then blah blah blah . Had alot of fun marching, hentak kaki and other foot drills . We watched the other CCA performance . Then while watching Chinese dance performing, Farah say, &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;" Join uh . Ur muke kan mcm cine . " &lt;/span&gt;I say,&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; " Thanks, but no thanks . "&lt;/span&gt; After Open House, went home with Fatin, byk cerite . hahs :| . We alight at Tmart, coz she want to buy SweeTalk . After that, went to 352 to slack . Then, make our way to 353 and slack, haha . Then home sweet home lor ;] .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Went to Tmart with Fika . Firstly, we went to Mac, but then, looking at the menu, ... . So, make our way to KFC . Ate Bandito then proceeded to various shops to purchase Nadee's 16th Birthday stuffs ;] ♥ . Then home sweet home :]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Currently chatting with Nizam . ♥ . I'm so bored ! Okay, I'm off .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Dad, can u give me 20bucks ? I seriously want to buy that book ! :@ .&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Happy 13th Birthday, Hazirah ! ;] All the best in ur studies and life, aites ;] Love ya, kecik ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;" I believe that everything happens for a reason . People changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;so that they you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;can appreciate them when they're right. You believe lies so you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;eventually learn to trust no one but yourself . And sometimes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;good things fall apart so better things can fall together ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-4703086237371837202?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4703086237371837202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=4703086237371837202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/4703086237371837202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/4703086237371837202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/memories-were-fine-but-you-couldnt.html' title='Memories were fine, but you couldn’t touch them, smell them, or hold them. They were never exactly as the moment had been, and they fade with time.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Swe7CWSg45I/AAAAAAAAA4w/tztTlYq9g0w/s72-c/tumblr_kskty6iTPe1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-408287780139641923</id><published>2009-11-20T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:53:18.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it’s better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwZsixCH25I/AAAAAAAAA4o/6zd4Av3h20o/s1600/tumblr_ktam79RNYk1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwZsixCH25I/AAAAAAAAA4o/6zd4Av3h20o/s320/tumblr_ktam79RNYk1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Today NCC training was fun :] Fatin didn't turn up, haiya . So, went back home with Aliyah, standard .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Tomorrow will be leaving to school early, haiya . Junyuan Open House -.- . Boring . And seriously, I can't wait for 22nd ! Nadee's birthday ;D . Going to Bayshore condo at i don't know where :| .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Laundry is killing me, seriously . What more with the wet weather . Clothes didn't dry fast like how it did the previous months, haiya . Kay, tk perlu . Anyone has a book suggestion ? Not thick books uh, something like True Singapore Ghost Story book ;D . Okay, bye !&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="posttitle"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://immissingyou.tumblr.com/post/238920381/kisses-on-the-right-track"&gt;Kisses... on the right track. :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      *Kiss on the stomach——-&lt;b&gt;“Lets have sex”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
*Kiss on the Forehead ——&lt;b&gt;“Forever you will be mine”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
*Kiss on the Ear —-&lt;b&gt;“I’m horny”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
*Kiss on the Cheek —-&lt;b&gt;“We’re friends”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
*Kiss on the Hand —-&lt;b&gt;“I adore you”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
*Kiss on the Neck —-&lt;b&gt;“We belong together”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
*Kiss on the Shoulder —-&lt;b&gt;“I want you”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
*Kiss on the Lips —-&lt;b&gt;“I love you” OR “I want you”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
*Holding Hands —-&lt;b&gt;“We can learn to love each other”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
*Slap on the Butt —-&lt;b&gt;“That’s mine”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
*Playing with the Ear —-&lt;b&gt;“I can’t live without you”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
*Holding on tight —-&lt;b&gt;“Don’t let go”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
*Looking into each other’s Eyes —-&lt;b&gt;“Don’t leave me”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
*Playing with Hair on Head —-&lt;b&gt;“Tell me you love me”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
*Arms around the Waist —-&lt;b&gt;“I love you too much to let go”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
*Laughing while Kissing —-&lt;b&gt;“I am completely Comfortable with you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-408287780139641923?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/408287780139641923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=408287780139641923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/408287780139641923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/408287780139641923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/relationships-are-like-glass-sometimes.html' title='Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it’s better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwZsixCH25I/AAAAAAAAA4o/6zd4Av3h20o/s72-c/tumblr_ktam79RNYk1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-9034484756491580350</id><published>2009-11-20T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T00:35:19.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know how much I wish it was enough .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwVzLgYXRxI/AAAAAAAAA4g/7MITT9nE-NM/s1600/tumblr_ktannejTVd1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwVzLgYXRxI/AAAAAAAAA4g/7MITT9nE-NM/s320/tumblr_ktannejTVd1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Time checked : 12:33am.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;I'M BORED ! I'M BORED ! I'M BORED ! I'M BORED ! I'M BORED ! I'M BORED !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="regular_post_body"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guy Facts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;When a guy is quiet,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Hes listening to you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;When a guy is not arguing,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;He realizes hes wrong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;When a guy looks at you with eyes full of questions,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;he expects you to leave him soon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;When a guy says Im Fine after a few minutes,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;he means it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;when a guy stares at you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;he thinks your the most beautiful thing in the world&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;when your laying your head on a guys chest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;he has the world&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;when a guy calls you everyday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;he is in love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;when a (good) guy say he loves you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;he means it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;when a guy says he cant live without you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;hes with you til your done&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;when a guy says i miss you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;he misses you more than you could have ever missed him or anything else&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;GIRL FACTS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;When a GIRL is quiet,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Millions of things are running in her mind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;When a GIRL is not arguing,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;She is thinking deeply.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;When a GIRL looks at you with eyes full of&lt;br /&gt;
questions,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;She is wondering how long you will be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;around.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;When a GIRL answers “I’m fine” after a&lt;br /&gt;
few seconds,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;She is not at all fine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;When a GIRL stares at you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;She is wondering why you are lying.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;When a GIRL lays on your chest,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;She is wishing for you to be hers forever.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;When a GIRL calls you everyday,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;She is seeking for your attention.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;When a GIRL wants to see you everyday,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;She wants to be pampered.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;When a GIRL says “I love you”,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;She means it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;When a GIRL says that she can’t live&lt;br /&gt;
without you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;She has made up her mind that you are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;her future.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;When a GIRL says “I miss you”,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;No one in this world can miss you more&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;than that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm bored ! I'm bored ! I'm bored ! Currently plurk-ing, facebook-ing and listening to music . Dad's out, yeay ! ♥ . Siblings are watching i don't know what show, I watched already . And earlier on, they sang The Climb :O . hahs . Tomorrow, will be having the last rehearsal for open house . haiya . I'm bored, there's no books to read already . New Moon is currently at CPC, Breaking Dawn is not that interesting, Eclipse is with Izyan . haiya .Twilight ? Nah, I don't have it :| . hahs . I want to read TSGS Book 19 ! Elder brother really dissapoint me . :S . It's been quite some time since I visited the bookstore :O . The last time I visited a bookstore was with ex-bf, after collecting my hp :O . Lamer nyer . Okay, i'm off . Sneak out or stay ? Hmmm . Nevermind, think I'll stay :] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;" Don't go for looks, they can deceive. Don't go for wealth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;seem bright. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-2627994565429626943?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2627994565429626943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=2627994565429626943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/2627994565429626943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/2627994565429626943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/forbidden-to-remember-terrified-to.html' title='Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget; it was a hard line to walk.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwVdY0e-TAI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/IJOc5zJY1VY/s72-c/tumblr_kt3b89Z1ZA1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-848350362167124454</id><published>2009-11-19T11:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T11:36:07.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could, I would . But the choice now, is not mine .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwSzNOZztGI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Th5WH0zv1dg/s1600/tumblr_ksuc1cGJiM1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwSzNOZztGI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Th5WH0zv1dg/s320/tumblr_ksuc1cGJiM1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Okay, I'm bored . So, decided to post . Hmmm . What to blog about ? I don't have any idea. Okay, just changed my musics :P . I'm bored . I'm bored . I'm bored .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Yesterday watched Thailand vs Singapore , delayed telecast . hahs . Okay, Singapore played quite okay luhs . They made it to the next round :] Way to go, Singapore&amp;nbsp; ! Okay, part nie sumpah tk perlu, mepek .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I'm hungry . Mls nk g goreng nuggets . Haiya . Nvm .Okay, off to fry nuggets !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;" This life is what you make it. No matter what, you’re going to mess up sometimes, it’s a universal truth. But the good part is you get to decide how you’re going to mess it up. Girls will be your friends - hey we’ll act like it anyway. But just remember; some come, some go. The ones that stay with you through everything - they’re your true best friends. Don’t let go of them. Also remember, sisters make the best friends in the world. As for lovers, well they come and go too. And most of them, actually pretty much all of them, are going to break your heart. But you can’t give up because if you give up, you’ll never find your soul mate. You’ll never find that half who makes you whole and that goes for everything. Just because you fail once doesn’t mean you’re gonna fail at everything. Keep trying, hold on, and always believe in yourself, because if you don’t, then who will ? So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life’s a beautiful thing and there’s so much to smile about. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-848350362167124454?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/848350362167124454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=848350362167124454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/848350362167124454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/848350362167124454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-i-could-i-would-but-choice-now-is.html' title='If I could, I would . But the choice now, is not mine .'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwSzNOZztGI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Th5WH0zv1dg/s72-c/tumblr_ksuc1cGJiM1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-9074657065622469205</id><published>2009-11-18T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:34:05.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth is the hardest to believe .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwQDnuwWopI/AAAAAAAAA4A/sE9QbwbweGk/s1600/ego.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwQDnuwWopI/AAAAAAAAA4A/sE9QbwbweGk/s320/ego.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwQDyq0NyGI/AAAAAAAAA4I/Wss9UF9oe2I/s1600/tumblr_kssk66oBGh1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwQDyq0NyGI/AAAAAAAAA4I/Wss9UF9oe2I/s320/tumblr_kssk66oBGh1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Okay, I'm updating my blog . Pfft . So lazy to update, but, nevermind . Today had our rehearsal . Okay lah, average . After CCA, had our lunch, buffet . Adam was there too . Kpoy sia . Dtg setakat nk mkn =.= .&lt;br /&gt;
Blah blah blah . Currently chatting, facebook-ing and listening to song .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;WHAT THE FUCK ?! FAIZAL ISA IS OUT ?! :O :O . UNBELIEVABLE! NADEE, HE'S OUT ! HAHAHHAHAHAK . Ooopss .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;Alright, I'm off ! ;D .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"When you remember me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me. It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart. For as long as you remember me, I am never entirely lost."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-9074657065622469205?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9074657065622469205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=9074657065622469205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/9074657065622469205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/9074657065622469205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/truth-is-hardest-to-believe.html' title='The truth is the hardest to believe .'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwQDnuwWopI/AAAAAAAAA4A/sE9QbwbweGk/s72-c/ego.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-4723324655552155693</id><published>2009-11-16T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T10:39:41.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The greatest thing in life is finding someone who knows all of your mistakes and differences yet still finds you absolutely amazing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwC62UsoAzI/AAAAAAAAA3o/0jMGB414PlE/s1600/tumblr_ksudm7EykK1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwC62UsoAzI/AAAAAAAAA3o/0jMGB414PlE/s320/tumblr_ksudm7EykK1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, blog updated . Added plurk liao . hahs . Random, I'm bored . Okay, bye .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;“ I’ve come to realize that life is too short to hold grudges. It’s too short to argue about stupid things with the ones you love, to over-analyze every little detail of every little thing. Whenever I leave a loved one, whether we’re mad at each other or not, I always tell them I love them, because I never know when I’ll see them last. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-4723324655552155693?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4723324655552155693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=4723324655552155693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/4723324655552155693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/4723324655552155693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/greatest-thing-in-life-is-finding.html' title='The greatest thing in life is finding someone who knows all of your mistakes and differences yet still finds you absolutely amazing.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwC62UsoAzI/AAAAAAAAA3o/0jMGB414PlE/s72-c/tumblr_ksudm7EykK1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-5994763418962484188</id><published>2009-11-16T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:05:44.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be in love is like jumping off a cliff with no intent of looking down at the bottom. You don’t care if it’s going to hurt like hell when you hit the bottom. All you care about is that for just that short period of time, you felt like you could fly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwAkhbmBZzI/AAAAAAAAA3g/Lok50BkjrKc/s1600-h/tumblr_ksl9k9sGGP1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwAkhbmBZzI/AAAAAAAAA3g/Lok50BkjrKc/s320/tumblr_ksl9k9sGGP1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, since Aliyah told me to update, I'm updating . Time check : 12.04am . I'm bored . Okay, not so .&amp;nbsp; Just came back from iffah's house. Went there to visit her new born brother . Cute ! But he's so small, so tiny, so fragile . And Iffah is trying to be a good sister ! Way to go, kecik ! Love ya .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;And before we left, Izz Sachok's family came . Had a lot of fun laughing with him and his siblings .Was ironing the clothes and they accompanied me :] I'm laughing right now, thinking about we joke about . hahs . Okay, I'm blank already .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Oh ya, yesterday night, went to mum's friend place then headed to Mr Teh Tarik . Didn't ate anything, just drank Soya Bean :] Okay, bye . Night .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;“ I keep wondering where I went wrong. Maybe I didn’t go wrong at all. Maybe things are going to turn out the way they’re meant to and nothing’s going to stop them. Some things are easy to control and work out. But some things you just have to let go. So instead of asking why it turned out like this, I should accept that it is how it is. There is no way to change it, but I can love it. I want to love it. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-5994763418962484188?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5994763418962484188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=5994763418962484188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/5994763418962484188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/5994763418962484188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-be-in-love-is-like-jumping-off-cliff.html' title='To be in love is like jumping off a cliff with no intent of looking down at the bottom. You don’t care if it’s going to hurt like hell when you hit the bottom. All you care about is that for just that short period of time, you felt like you could fly.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SwAkhbmBZzI/AAAAAAAAA3g/Lok50BkjrKc/s72-c/tumblr_ksl9k9sGGP1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-5724441367735402943</id><published>2009-11-13T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T20:39:31.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The most painful and the worst way you can ever miss someone is if they’re right beside you.. and yet you know you can never have them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Sv1POQMpGVI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/wobysp9BD-c/s1600-h/tumblr_ksucno6aWI1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Sv1POQMpGVI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/wobysp9BD-c/s320/tumblr_ksucno6aWI1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Okay, today ncc was boring , I don't know why . I don't have the mood to march properly . It feels like as though my body is flying, hahs . Okay, skip . After ncc, slack in school for awhile then met ayeem, gave him his friendship band. Boarded the bus and went to Aliyah's house . Check the movie time and stuffs, changed and off to Century Square :] . Went to NTUC to bought snacks and we stuff everything inside Aliyah's bag. hahs , wth . Then, watched 2012 . Okay luhs, not bad .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt; I give 3/5 . Mcm merepek gitu . Dunia dah kiamat, tpi maseh ader org hidop, wtf. But all the actions was scary . Imagine the movie is a 3D movie, woah . hahs. Okay, I'm done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I’m still caught up in the past.My mind still lingers on the way things were between you and I.Now, everything is different.Things are not the same as they were just a few months ago.And it makes me doubt myself..It makes me wonder if I was just dreaming, if it had even happened, or if it was just my imagination confusing dreams with reality.And the only proof there is that you might ever have loved me, even the tiniest bit, is in our old conversations.I’m not sorry that I can’t just forget about the way things were.I’m not sorry that I’m not like you, or that I cannot throw everything away.I cling on to old memories, our old conversations, our inside jokes, and what made you laugh.And yes, it hurts me so much. I wonder how things could’ve gone from that, to nothing.But even though it hurts, at least it shows that I have a heart.At least it shows that all that wasn’t meaningless, not to me at least.Maybe you didn’t think much of it, but I did.And I still do.&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/4995428405391626644-5724441367735402943?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5724441367735402943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=5724441367735402943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/5724441367735402943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/5724441367735402943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/most-painful-and-worst-way-you-can-ever.html' title='The most painful and the worst way you can ever miss someone is if they’re right beside you.. and yet you know you can never have them.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Sv1POQMpGVI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/wobysp9BD-c/s72-c/tumblr_ksucno6aWI1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-7887710432412903287</id><published>2009-11-12T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:35:51.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You’ll never understand why I hurt so much because you’re not the one who is crying, you’re not the one who is left behind, you’re not the one who loved too much, and you’re not the one who is holding on to someone who is gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SvvxpUwtSdI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/GFL5ebZOiH4/s1600-h/tumblr_kssj76rsqm1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SvvxpUwtSdI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/GFL5ebZOiH4/s320/tumblr_kssj76rsqm1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Okay, done watching Hannah Montana . hahs . Okay, dad confiscated my phone . Just heck care him . I don't need my phone badly like how i need it the past few months/days . hahs . So, good for me ;] . People won't be messaging and bothering me . Good, I like it :]&amp;nbsp; Okay, I'm perspiring . Panas siakk, nk mandi jap lagy . Okay, bye . And remember, don't msg/call my hp . Home will do :] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Just found out about my Zodiac Sign; Aries&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;She thinks the world is watching her through the eye glasses of rose petal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;frame. She thinks people think and talk about her only about good things and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;often disappoint to know the fact that they are not true and not even real, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;so she will feel hurt. She thinks her path has to be a beautiful one. She &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;thinks only good things so she prepares and always makes arrangement for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;herself to be in the right path always, quite systematic indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;If there is no guy in her life, she will be busy with herself. This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;seemingly ordinary woman will push herself to meet her goal. Her face mostly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;will be slim and long, high cheek bone, Eye brow slightly curve up, slight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;tall more than short, thin lips and she will have quite a confusing or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;mixture of character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes, she will be very careful about guy she will mingle with. She &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;thinks as if she has a main CPU in her head and she could memorize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;everything from her childhood. When she faces with problems, she will handle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;them and solving them very well, and at the same time showing other people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;that she has that capability. She can put her mind in solving problems in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;crisis better than many other Zodiacs. Once she determines to do something, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;nothing will stop her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Woman in this Zodiac could be totally different from one woman to another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;woman. You could see her in the party dancing like flash dance or dirty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;dancing; as well you could also see her as an old fashion lady or a geek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;She could be someone flashy and wanted by many men, or she could be a cold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;and non-social person. She will have her own way to win you over. Once she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;chooses you, she will need to be proud of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;“Love” is not as important to her as “Marriage”. Her real goal in life is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;“Safety” and her position in other people sight need to be “Secure”. She &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;plans her life, and socially life easily and very carefully. She is also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;very artistic and realistic, so if you are a nobody or nothing, no chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;because she loves ambition and a good life. She need lots of love, but do not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;want and do not belief in an occasional or unconventional love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;She is a proud in nature type, so if you see a woman in this Zodiac come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;from a poor family, she will act like a woman from a noble family by birth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;anyway (certainly there are always exception). She always look cool even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;when she is not. She likes to make people see her as “secure and confident” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;even she is a mixed emotion and mixed character type. If she is mad, you can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;tell right away and she can stay moody for quite a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;You never have her all times, for she likes to work hard and also spent some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;spare times working for charity. You will see woman in this zodiac a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;“Volunteer” for camp, and if she is in a high society, she will most likely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;be a president or a V.P. of a “Club”. She is a romantic and artistic, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;being poor and unstable is certainly not in her dreams. Her beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;imaginations need to be realistic, for failure is not in her plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A Goat always climb high, so either she start from a low point or a high &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;point, she will make sure at the end she will have the best spot. She will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;not show her ambition, but she will show that she satisfy with herself now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Once you look back she already moved up again, quietly but sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;If she is your love one, be supportive and understand her. She is stubborn, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;but she will listen. She will act like a gentle fragile person, but in fact &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;she can stick you down like a super glue without you knowing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-7887710432412903287?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7887710432412903287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=7887710432412903287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/7887710432412903287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/7887710432412903287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/youll-never-understand-why-i-hurt-so.html' title='You’ll never understand why I hurt so much because you’re not the one who is crying, you’re not the one who is left behind, you’re not the one who loved too much, and you’re not the one who is holding on to someone who is gone.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SvvxpUwtSdI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/GFL5ebZOiH4/s72-c/tumblr_kssj76rsqm1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-924592691639647408</id><published>2009-11-12T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:19:00.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“ Happiness comes in many forms — in the company of good friends, in the feeling you get when you make someone else’s dream come true, or in the promise of hope renewed.It’s okay to let yourself be happy because you never know how fleeting that happiness might be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SvvRtCal8MI/AAAAAAAAA3A/Qbdwv7L0gBg/s1600-h/tumblr_kskrors0bV1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SvvRtCal8MI/AAAAAAAAA3A/Qbdwv7L0gBg/s320/tumblr_kskrors0bV1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SvvRycZpjuI/AAAAAAAAA3I/2XYUXM_krlk/s1600-h/tumblr_ksuevwOgTr1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SvvRycZpjuI/AAAAAAAAA3I/2XYUXM_krlk/s320/tumblr_ksuevwOgTr1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Okay, Aliyah is currently at my house . Gonna watch Hannah Montana The Movie . I watched thrice already :P . Fun oii . hahs, okay, bye .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The important thing is to not be bitter about life’s disappointments. Learn to let go of the past. and recognize that every day wont be sunny. And when you find yourself in the darkness of despair remember, it’s only in the black of night, that you can see the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;And those stars will lead you back home. So don’t be afraid to make mistakes, to stumble and fall, because most of the time the greatest rewards come from doing the things that scare you the most. Maybe you’ll get everything you wished for. Maybe you’ll get more than you could’ve imagined. who knows where life will take you, the road is long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;and in the end, the journey is the destination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-924592691639647408?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/924592691639647408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=924592691639647408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/924592691639647408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/924592691639647408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/happiness-comes-in-many-forms-in.html' title='“ Happiness comes in many forms — in the company of good friends, in the feeling you get when you make someone else’s dream come true, or in the promise of hope renewed.It’s okay to let yourself be happy because you never know how fleeting that happiness might be.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SvvRtCal8MI/AAAAAAAAA3A/Qbdwv7L0gBg/s72-c/tumblr_kskrors0bV1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-7657835504990152302</id><published>2009-11-11T18:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:19:54.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistakes are part of life, everyone makes them, everyone regrets them. But, some learn from them and some end up making them again. It’s up to you to decide if you’ll use your mistakes to your advantage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SvqQOs_8TWI/AAAAAAAAA2g/c339i013dgE/s1600-h/naq..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SvqQOs_8TWI/AAAAAAAAA2g/c339i013dgE/s320/naq..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;I'm lazy to blog . Let's just summarise .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;Monday :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;- Ncc training . Fun .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;- Went to Bugis St, Bugis Junction and Tmall with Aliyah.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;- Bought the 2/4 jeans for $25 :| .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;Tuesday :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;- Nothing much .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;Today :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;-Nothing much too .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;Tomorrow :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;- Going Vivo with Aliyah .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;-Watching 2012 . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Smile —&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;It makes a world of difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Dance —&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Who knows when you won’t be able to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Cry —&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Holding those emotions in is bad for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Kiss —&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Kisses are the most wonderful things in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Laugh —&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Whats the point in hiding happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Frown — &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Why no let him know you’re unhappy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Apologize — &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;You don’t wanna lose friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Hug —&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;There's no better feeling being wrapped up close to someone you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Live — &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;because life is everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I still remember all the plans we had . All the movie that was listed to be watched together . One of them was 2012, which we planned to watch tomorrow . And one of them was New Moon . I was really looking forward for that outing . Was really looking forward cause I get to watch my favourite book movie with you . But when I think it through, it's not worth it . Cause if&amp;nbsp; I happen to be obsess in the movie, just like how I did in Twilight . And if i were to watch it again, I'll just have memories of you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What's your&amp;nbsp;name ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Siti Naqiah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;How&amp;nbsp;old &amp;nbsp;are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- 13 :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Girl or Boy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Girl .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The height from your head to your feet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- 150+cm ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What is your heritage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- I don't know . Don't bother asking cause I don't care .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Whats your zodiac sign?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Aries ! ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Shoe size?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- 36/7 .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Where were you born?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What hospital?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- East Shore Hospital :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Are you in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Nope .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Ever been dumped?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Yup . A few days ago, wth . hahs .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Do you believe in true love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Uh-huh .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What is love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Trusting ur partner and be faithful .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Do you love anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Yeah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Which of your exs are you still friends with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Ridhuan .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Would you get back with any of your exs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Depends .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Did your exs do drugs or drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Yes ?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Who are you with now? (If anyone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- None .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;How long have you been together ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Urm . Last rs was 3months, 10days ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Who was your last kiss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Fav aunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Who did you last hug?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Ex bf .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Who did you last yell at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Not sure . Younger brother, i guess .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Who did you last tell I love you too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Ex bf .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Who was the last one to tell you they loved you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Ex bf .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;When did you last take a shower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Yesterday .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Who did you last think about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Ex bf ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What shirt are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;-Class tee .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Are you listening to music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Yeah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Do you like lead pencils or mechanical pencils?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Both .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Do you prefer desktop computers or laptops?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Both .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Do you think you could live without a cell phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Yes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Do you exercise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Yeah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Are you street smart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Huh ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What do you plan on doing in the next year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;-Study hard . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Do you want to get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Urmm .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Where do you want to be proposed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- I don't care .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Want kids? If so..How many?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Urmm . 2 is enough .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Where would you like to raise a family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Don't bother .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Who do you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Cuzins, family and friends .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;How often are you on the computer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Depends .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What was your favorite camping experience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Urm, Camp Forge ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Do you laugh at just about anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Yeah ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;If you could have one super power, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- If I were to read mind, it won't be fun neither is future . Ah-hah ! The power in getting money easily, u won't understand what I meant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What is the subject(s) u hate the most?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Chemistry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What happened at 10a.m today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;-On the phone .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;When did u last cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Just now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What is your favourite thing to eat with peanut butter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Bread ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What do you want in your life now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;-Forget abt him and move on :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Do you carry an umbrella when it rains or just put up with a hood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Don't care .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Who do you hate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;-I don't hate people .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What is your favourite thing to put on your bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- My fav red pillow and my twilight saga collection ;] .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What bottom are you wearing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;-Track pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What is the nicest thing in your inbox and by who ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Alot uh . Ex bf and friends .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Do you wish to make your relationship complicated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Are you wearing anything that you borrowed from someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What is the last movie you caught?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What is the oldest message in your inbox n by who. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;-"Haha.. Weird are u.. By rite it is so fun msg dengn u.. U release my prob " - Sergeant Farah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What are you proud of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- I'm proud of myself . Chey, mcm phm . I don't know .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What was the last song you sang out loud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;-Don't know .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Do you have a nickname?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Yeah, alot :) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What does your last received message say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- "Enta ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What time did you go to school yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- 8.10am .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Are you currently happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- 50% yes, 50% no .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Which primary school were you from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- East Spring Primary School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Are you in LOVE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Nope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Are you happy with your love life now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: white;"&gt;- Nope .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Does that person you love know you like him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;-Don't care .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Do you have a best friend that you can talk to 24/7?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;-Think so .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Do you have any siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;How many years apart is your mom and dad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- 2years .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Do you like someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Don't know .I'm blank .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Where is your dad right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;-Working .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Do you burn incense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- No?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Closest purple object?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Nothing . There's no international gay's colour in my house ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What is bugging you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- The reason .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;How does your hair look right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Don't know .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Do you have any fears?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Yeah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What do you hear right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Music .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Can you roll your tongue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- A t-shirt and track pants .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Who was the last person to message you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Aliyah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Do you like emo kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Rock or Rap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Flying or Driving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Driving . I want to drive Honda Civic ^^ .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Was your Valentine's day nice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Yeah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What are you doing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;Answering this question, chatting, facebook-ing &amp;amp; listening to songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Would you die for someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Do long distance relationships work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Depends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;When did you last talk to one of your siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- An hour ago .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Not sure .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Do you worry about getting older?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Don't know cause u're getting older one day .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Do you bite your nails?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Ever gone a whole day without eating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Do you own ripped jeans?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What would you do if you found out that you were adopted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- I don't really care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Are you jealous a lot of the time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Nope .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Do you use a calendar or day planner to schedule everything on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Calender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Who can make you laugh during the hardest time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;- Not so sure . Depends on my mood . If i want to laugh, I laugh till my stomachache . If not, dream on about seeing me laughing .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-334443625430218183?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/334443625430218183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=334443625430218183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/334443625430218183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/334443625430218183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-love-is-to-risk-not-being-loved-in.html' title='To love is to risk not being loved in return. To hope is to risk pain. To try is to risk failure, but risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SvjwozbUvUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/oLI9tTZPHas/s72-c/tumblr_ksla2iQsuf1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-368969920026197132</id><published>2009-11-08T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T17:52:12.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat less, chew more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SvaRZrFaq2I/AAAAAAAAA2A/7-Ze_jDMzsY/s1600-h/tumblr_ksq2hhhHAD1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SvaRZrFaq2I/AAAAAAAAA2A/7-Ze_jDMzsY/s320/tumblr_ksq2hhhHAD1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SvaRgIhLTcI/AAAAAAAAA2I/NBmptKL2JdA/s1600-h/down.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SvaRgIhLTcI/AAAAAAAAA2I/NBmptKL2JdA/s320/down.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Okay, today was much much better compared to yesterday . I was awaken by i don't know what , at 5.30am . I checked my hp and read back all the messages you send me . It was sweet when I read it the very first time . But when I read it again, it was all &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;BULLSHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . I don't know where the hell I went wrong .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;when i stop myself from being busy, the bad times roll in automatically.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;when the mind plays the bad times, i get agitated, angry and upset.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;when i get agitated, angry and upset, i search for my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;when i search for my mistakes, there are nowhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;when they are nowhere to be found, the question gets back to you. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;i can't see through your words. i can't see through your actions. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;you have yet to realise anything. trust me. you have not realised a single bit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;now, you won't. later, you will.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;everything i had to say sounds like a repeat bcos..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;you just don't get the idea of being in my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;now, you won't. later, you will.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;i'm still in pain.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;but i'm fine, really.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; 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;&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; don't worry about a thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="center" style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;i've stopped hoping.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;i've stopped wishing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;i've stopped dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;i'm never turning back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I thanked Erfan, Aliyah, Hazirah, Fiqah Lautner, Shafika, Ayeem, Izz Sachok, Raihan, Iqyn, Fatin &amp;amp; Fiqah for being there when I'm down :] . Thanks, you guys are truly a great bunch of friends :]. But I feel like blaming Erfan cause all his assumptions are true and correct ! :@ . Kenape lah mulut kau masin sgt&amp;nbsp; . Haiya .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm sorry if I'm at fault . But seeing you leaving without a reason, that was painful for me to accept. I'm involved, yet, I didn't know a single thing on why and&amp;nbsp; what's the cause of your sudden change. I do really hope you're reading this . I just want ONE explanation and I'll walk off your life without bothering you anymore . &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Just ONE LAST explanation .&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/4995428405391626644-368969920026197132?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/368969920026197132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=368969920026197132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/368969920026197132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/368969920026197132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/eat-less-chew-more.html' title='Eat less, chew more.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SvaRZrFaq2I/AAAAAAAAA2A/7-Ze_jDMzsY/s72-c/tumblr_ksq2hhhHAD1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-8078475957940299516</id><published>2009-11-07T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T17:39:00.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can’t live your life for other people. You’ve got to do what’s right for you, even if it hurts some people you love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SvU_KXz2iCI/AAAAAAAAA1w/BSSmBMIX2Jc/s1600-h/tumblr_ksq44fbJNy1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SvU_KXz2iCI/AAAAAAAAA1w/BSSmBMIX2Jc/s320/tumblr_ksq44fbJNy1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SvU_Ls74KuI/AAAAAAAAA14/M6UiJFvu6Qs/s1600-h/tumblr_ksq6v7nD9y1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SvU_Ls74KuI/AAAAAAAAA14/M6UiJFvu6Qs/s320/tumblr_ksq6v7nD9y1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"and when she's gone, remember, you once loved her, you once needed her, you once cared about her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;more than anything in the world. you can't deny she was ever there, you can't deny what you had, you can't deny that it ended over absolutely nothing, you can't deny, that regardless, you still think about it, no other girl could ever love you the way she did she does, one day, you're realise what you've done, you'll come back, and she's gone." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Okay, I'm done giving you chances. I'll just leave as it is. If you want to do something about this, you make the move. If not, just know I've tried and all you did was avoid. That's all I've gotta say. Thanks for your time and love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Okay, today sucks . Nah, some people knew about it . So, yeah .&amp;nbsp; Life have to move on, that's what they say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Breaking up and time out is a totally different thing. when you break up, you suffer a loss. it's like half of you gone. Because you know you can't have him back or treat him like you used to. in other words, there's nothing like a 'next time'. when you have a time out in a rs, at least you know your lover is still yours. he's there for you, somehow. he's not gone. he needs time alone but you know you can get back to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the reason why i fought my way to get you back is because i love you very much. till now, i never understood why you wanna break up with me when actually we can have a time out. my friends have been in worst fights more than we do but still, they're together. that's why i can never learn to accept it. that's why i'm constantly down. wondering why you're doing this to me when you said you love me so much. i can never understand that. I hope you're reading this .&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Being in love again is like putting myself at risk. i'm afraid of future conflicts. worst yet, breakups. but i tell myself. you're my weakness and strength. you're the one who make me happy or sad. so why should i just let go and give up. bcos i really really really love you. :( it's bloody hard to lose you, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-6474272908269663875?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6474272908269663875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=6474272908269663875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/6474272908269663875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/6474272908269663875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/being-strong-is-important-but-knowing.html' title='Being strong is important. But knowing who you can count on is equally important'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SvU2vWg34jI/AAAAAAAAA1g/ES8FQA_ycdc/s72-c/tumblr_kskttohieS1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-2148308293204922517</id><published>2009-11-07T01:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T01:10:56.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes you have to give up on people. Everyone that is in your journey is meant to be in your journey, but not everyone is meant to stay there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SvRXnrXYtJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/839e1jCQCC0/s1600-h/tumblr_ksl9ly5C2g1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SvRXnrXYtJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/839e1jCQCC0/s320/tumblr_ksl9ly5C2g1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;“ Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life. “&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;“ But love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once, twice, or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand-new situation. Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere. We simply have to accept it, because it is what nourishes our existence. If we reject it, we die of hunger, because we lack the courage to stretch out a hand and pluck the fruit from the branches of the tree of life. We have to take love where we find it, even if that means hours, days, weeks of disappointment and sadness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-2148308293204922517?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2148308293204922517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=2148308293204922517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/2148308293204922517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/2148308293204922517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/only-once-in-your-life-i-truly-believe.html' title='Sometimes you have to give up on people. Everyone that is in your journey is meant to be in your journey, but not everyone is meant to stay there.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SvRXnrXYtJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/839e1jCQCC0/s72-c/tumblr_ksl9ly5C2g1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-8291487104511075345</id><published>2009-11-07T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:00:14.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking away isn’t the hardest. The most difficult thing to do, is telling yourself that you can’t look back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SvRCTB0bKUI/AAAAAAAAA0w/nQYZnrcxt80/s1600-h/tumblr_ksi6crJQjN1qzu1fjo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SvRCTB0bKUI/AAAAAAAAA0w/nQYZnrcxt80/s400/tumblr_ksi6crJQjN1qzu1fjo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SvRHOqMDHGI/AAAAAAAAA04/K24UMKeZf0I/s1600-h/DSC00352.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SvRHOqMDHGI/AAAAAAAAA04/K24UMKeZf0I/s320/DSC00352.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SvRHVJppfBI/AAAAAAAAA1A/39w4TVpOC3g/s1600-h/DSC00350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SvRHVJppfBI/AAAAAAAAA1A/39w4TVpOC3g/s320/DSC00350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SvRHcw3Q7kI/AAAAAAAAA1I/cyyacyseOE4/s1600-h/DSC00353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SvRHcw3Q7kI/AAAAAAAAA1I/cyyacyseOE4/s320/DSC00353.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Okay, today went back home at around 8pm . Went out from fav aunt's house at around 3+pm, then met Aliyah in the bus, went to Sheng Siong . After that, proceed to Mac . The cashier's eyes were so cute and pretty ! Geram nyer aku ! ugh . Kay, tkper . Michelle maseh nk kan mate aku, giler uhs dier . We did some lame shit, mess up the chilli, ketchup, mayo, curry sauce, sugar and Coffee Mate . hahs . After that, slacked at 350 till 8pm . Okay, night readers :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i style="color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;“ Don’t waste your time worrying about boys. Boys will come and go. Don’t waste your time caring about the people who don’t like you. Chances are you don’t like them either. Don’t waste your time worrying if people are talking about you. You affected their lives, they didn’t affect yours. Waste your time with friends. Live for the moment, laugh often, be immature, do anything and everything. If it’s something you’ll regret in the morning, sleep late and when you wake up, laugh about it with your friends, cause your friends are what matter most. When you have your friends, you have everything. “ &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-8291487104511075345?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8291487104511075345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=8291487104511075345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/8291487104511075345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/8291487104511075345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/walking-away-isnt-hardest-most.html' title='Walking away isn’t the hardest. The most difficult thing to do, is telling yourself that you can’t look back.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SvRCTB0bKUI/AAAAAAAAA0w/nQYZnrcxt80/s72-c/tumblr_ksi6crJQjN1qzu1fjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-2837266443436148168</id><published>2009-11-06T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T00:57:18.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ur love change .'/><title type='text'>Do u know that it hurts to see how u are now ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Okay, I'm updating my blog, it looks lifeless . hahs . The past few days, I have been spending time going out with Kak Ina. On Tuesday, went to Orchard with her, did some shopping. We shopping like mad, byk bende .&amp;nbsp; hahs,.&amp;nbsp; I bought Mango tee jer. Then went to Tang to shop for Iffah's dress. We waste quite some time searching for the dress and waste much more time on the size , hahs . After that, I went to fav aunt's house .&amp;nbsp; Dah lamer tk jumpe Iffah, rindu uhs siol . hahs . Then at around 11+pm, home sweet home :] .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today morning, went to Polyclinic, sore eyes uhs, TSK . Went to poly with Aliyah . Then , while waiting for the payment to be made and collecting of my eye drops, we realised, we didn't put the form, idk what its called, forgot uhs . Punyer luhs selenge, hahak . Then blah blah blah . Around 5+, went to fav aunt's house, waited for Kak Ina then went to Clarke Quay .&amp;nbsp; Did some stuffs :/ . hahs .&amp;nbsp; Syok oi .&amp;nbsp; Dah lamer tk rase tuu air ,&amp;nbsp; skali beli, mix punyer, minum jer luhs . hehs :/ .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Currently msging bf, pet society and surfing the net . Boring ! Okay, night readers&amp;nbsp; ;D .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"I have make my own decision . I'll stick to it eventhough it hurts some people . " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-2837266443436148168?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2837266443436148168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=2837266443436148168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/2837266443436148168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/2837266443436148168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-u-know-that-it-hurts-to-see-how-u.html' title='Do u know that it hurts to see how u are now ?'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-1355503974420505654</id><published>2009-11-03T10:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:35:40.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive even if you can't forget .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Su-W4L4ubhI/AAAAAAAAA0o/Qs8ZHA39WXE/s1600-h/mirawr+%21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Su-W4L4ubhI/AAAAAAAAA0o/Qs8ZHA39WXE/s320/mirawr+%21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Okay, just came back from jogging with Fika . Fun oii ! ^^ . Today was supposed to go out with bf and Aliyah and Hasan . But then uhs, that Hasan is busy, pfft . And aliyah, last minute, need to attend her friend's birthday party =.= . S&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;o, outing was postpone on Thursday .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yesterday went to East Coast Park for beach cleaning . Nah, ended up, we did nothing. Pfft . But it's worth it :P . Before NCC, met bf for awhile :P . Then blah blah blah . After NCC, went to KFC. Then home sweet home .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently chatting with bf at MSN and chatting with Amirul cuzin at facebook . Hees. Okay, bye .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: white;"&gt; The things about life that I’ve learned is that you’re going to get hurt. You’re going to have emotional nights and cry yourself to sleep for hours. You’re going to suffer some kind of heartbreak, some kind of loss. But you will also have those moments where you heal. Those moments are the best. You feel like you smile for the first time again. You feel like youre alive again. Life just kind of restarts. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-1355503974420505654?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1355503974420505654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=1355503974420505654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/1355503974420505654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/1355503974420505654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/okay-just-came-back-from-jogging-with.html' title='Forgive even if you can&apos;t forget .'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Su-W4L4ubhI/AAAAAAAAA0o/Qs8ZHA39WXE/s72-c/mirawr+%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-8877643875313488428</id><published>2009-11-02T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T10:08:54.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to fix someones broken heart is like tring to cure a sickness, No matter how hard you try, if you're not the medicine the pain will never go away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Su41KauJ0zI/AAAAAAAAA0U/adGPDcCW9Jw/s1600-h/DSC00211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Su41KauJ0zI/AAAAAAAAA0U/adGPDcCW9Jw/s320/DSC00211.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heylo ! I'm back in action . Chey, mepek . Currently chatting with Aliyah and bf, conferencing . Okay, bye .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i style="color: white;"&gt;“ In life, people come and people go, but you learn to know that, the people who stay are the ones who will always be there, through all the bull shit, drama, good or bad times. They will be beside you, and you realize those are the only people that you truly need. “&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-8877643875313488428?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8877643875313488428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=8877643875313488428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/8877643875313488428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/8877643875313488428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/trying-to-fix-someones-broken-heart-is.html' title='Trying to fix someones broken heart is like tring to cure a sickness, No matter how hard you try, if you&apos;re not the medicine the pain will never go away.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Su41KauJ0zI/AAAAAAAAA0U/adGPDcCW9Jw/s72-c/DSC00211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-2869714322186456627</id><published>2009-10-31T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:22:49.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking away is easy. It’s the staying that’s so hard, and so painful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SuwywPw4XKI/AAAAAAAAA0M/JnYRHLiFR3k/s1600-h/DSC00188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SuwywPw4XKI/AAAAAAAAA0M/JnYRHLiFR3k/s320/DSC00188.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So, Friday got back our report book . Was promoted to Sec 2 Express, alhamdullilah :D. Wee ! But, not a good time for enjoyment . After school, had to attend NCC meeting for awhile then rushed to I-Hub to meet Mr Tan cause of the counsellor thingy . Waste all my energy going up and down stairs . Pfft .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After meeting Mr Tan, went to the nearest bus stop with bf as it started to rain . Sat at the bus stop for awhile and plan where to go next . Ended up, bf went to school toilet and I waited outside school . While waiting, talked to Irfan &amp;amp; Erfan . Then both of them went off and then came Hazirah . hahs . So, she followed us , but ended up, we send her to 69 bus stop =.= .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Went to Prima Deli, bf bought waffle and then headed to 730 to slack for awhile . Then take 293 and went to Mac CC. But alot of people . So, NORMAL procedure, went to KFC . Bf ate, I'm full to eat already . So, after he ate, headed home .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today, nothing much happened . Elder brother gave me my 20 bucks . Yeay ! hahs . Tuesday watching Coraline with Aliyah and bf&amp;nbsp; . Don't know who else will tag along . Monday, beach claeaning, AGAIN ! Pfft. Same place, East Coast. Pfft . Haiya. Kao bei luhs .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;Tomorrow, urmm, I think I'll just stay at home and do chores :]. Kill time, hahs . Okay, I'm blank already . Bye. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i style="color: white;"&gt;“ So this is when we finally learn the real meaning of change. you do the things you used to be against, you date the people you thought you never would, and you befriend the people you used to hate. You’ll learn what it’s like to have your heart broken, to lose a friend that truly meant something to you, and to feel as if everything is really falling apart. There will be times that your life seems so absolutely horrible it feels like it’s not real. despite all this, good things will come too. You’ll make the most amazing friends that will be there for you even when they probably shouldn’t. Your broken heart will heal once you find the most perfect guy you’ve ever met and just as nothing else can go wrong, things will only get better. There will be the days you are so happy and the days that you feel like dying. drama happens, gossip goes around and people talk shit. Maybe this is just the teenage years, maybe it’s life, or maybe this is just what growing up is. “&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-2869714322186456627?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2869714322186456627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=2869714322186456627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/2869714322186456627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/2869714322186456627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/walking-away-is-easy-its-staying-thats.html' title='Walking away is easy. It’s the staying that’s so hard, and so painful.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SuwywPw4XKI/AAAAAAAAA0M/JnYRHLiFR3k/s72-c/DSC00188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-5491058654412881135</id><published>2009-10-31T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:45:24.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes people put up walls, not to keep people away, but to see who cares enough, to tear those walls down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SumS6pOzg6I/AAAAAAAAAyc/pNGrIgz5214/s1600-h/DSC00295.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SumS6pOzg6I/AAAAAAAAAyc/pNGrIgz5214/s320/DSC00295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SuwvGs-sMkI/AAAAAAAAAzs/emdlbgDkgRs/s1600-h/DSC00298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SuwvGs-sMkI/AAAAAAAAAzs/emdlbgDkgRs/s320/DSC00298.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SuwvhCdPREI/AAAAAAAAAz0/1Ud5hHQCLV0/s1600-h/DSC06567.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SuwvhCdPREI/AAAAAAAAAz0/1Ud5hHQCLV0/s320/DSC06567.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Suwv8SYFiDI/AAAAAAAAAz8/klggP_qVlTE/s1600-h/DSC00302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Suwv8SYFiDI/AAAAAAAAAz8/klggP_qVlTE/s320/DSC00302.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Suwv91LktzI/AAAAAAAAA0E/he-XNe2nbLs/s1600-h/DSC06530.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Suwv91LktzI/AAAAAAAAA0E/he-XNe2nbLs/s320/DSC06530.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today went to East Coast Park for CIP . Okay luhs, quite boring actually . Friday getting back report book . Okay, bye . These were the pictures taken . Bye. Next post ! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;“ Life changes every minute of every day. You lose friends. You gain friends. You realize your friend wasn’t ever really your friend, and that person you used to hate can make a really good friend. You look for love. You find love. You lose love. You realize all long that you’ve been loved. You laugh. You cry. You laugh so hard that you cry. You do this, you do that. You really wish you hadn’t done that. You then learn from that and are glad that you did. You have your ups. You have your downs. You see good movies. You see bad movies. You wonder if your life is just one big movie. You look at others and wish you were them. You then realize who they are and are glad that you’re you. You love life. You hate life. In the end you just find yourself happy to be living life, no matter what’s thrown at you. “&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-5491058654412881135?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5491058654412881135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=5491058654412881135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/5491058654412881135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/5491058654412881135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/sometimes-people-put-up-walls-not-to.html' title='Sometimes people put up walls, not to keep people away, but to see who cares enough, to tear those walls down.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SumS6pOzg6I/AAAAAAAAAyc/pNGrIgz5214/s72-c/DSC00295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-8626716863774259901</id><published>2009-10-28T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:55:29.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything have to come to an end . Accept it &amp; move on eventhough it hurts alot .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SuhEQS4PjGI/AAAAAAAAAyU/iyjTydj6wRo/s1600-h/woot2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SuhEQS4PjGI/AAAAAAAAAyU/iyjTydj6wRo/s320/woot2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This week is the post-exams activities . On Tuesday, went around Singapore . Chey, mcm phm . Alah, I lazy to talk about it luhs .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today's tour was damn boring ! Fucking boring . All the places we went to was very near to our school , pfft . After the tour, met bf and Aliyah and headed to I forgot what block it is. hahs . Slacked there for awhile . Then make our way to Mac CC, alot of people . Changed plan and headed to KFC instead . But still, alot of people =.= . Then went to the interchange KFC instead. Bf and Aliyah ate , I was too full to eat . So, while they were eating, I was thinking how to break my family news to bf . tsk . Aliyah knew about it already, so, jyeah . So, talk talk talk, smpi luhs terckp abt that news . So, got no choice but to tell uhs . haish . So, everyone was in silence for a few mins . And Aliyah was like, &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;" Don't go . I don't want to suffer so much . "&lt;/span&gt; hahs . Nah, it's just a MAYBE . And it's like freaking 4-5 years time . I told bf what 'someone' told Aliyah . If what my dad is planning did really come true, both of us need to face the fact, right ? So, jyeah. And bf and Aliyah was arguing who will suffer more .&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; Wei ! It's me okay . I'm the one who will be suffering much much more than u guys, okay .*sigh . &lt;/span&gt;After all that, home sweet home :] . Reached home, messaged bf, he was quite 'greedy' about something . tsk tsk tsk .&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let us down, probably will. You'll have your heart broken and you'll break others' hearts. You'll fight with your best friend or maybe even fall in love with them, and you'll cry because time is flying by. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, forgive freely, and love like you've never been hurt. Life comes with no guarantees, no time outs, no second chances. you just have to live life to the fullest, tell someone what they mean to you and tell someone off, speak out, dance in the pouring rain, hold someone's hand, comfort a friend, fall asleep watching the sun come up, stay up late, be a flirt, and smile until your face hurts. Don't be afraid to take chances or fall in love and most of all, live in the moment because every second you spend angry or upset is a second of happiness you can never get back. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I miss Iffah . ugh . When can I meet her again ? Tsk . The last time I met her was urm, after one of the exams paper . tsk . That was like what, 3 weeks back ? Haish .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yesterday watched Liverpool's match against ManU . Muahahaha . See, who won ? ^^ First goal was scored by Torres, duh-uh . Mine, okay . Then, the referee add on another additional 5mins, injury time . Man U was about to score, scary sia to watch . Then suddenly, the whole family members were shouting&amp;nbsp; . Ngog scored in the very last min . hahak :P . So, yeah, Liverpool won :P . Had a fun time kutok-ing the ManU fans expecially Aliyah . Muahahha . Abg Faizal pon kene kutok, padehal ngah kerje . Hahak . Today, woke up, messaged Hazirah, Erfan and Fiqah Lautner, muahahhaha . Siakk jer . :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Okay, today stayed at home . Actually, no . hahs . Went to Tmart to collect my lens . Then, slacked at Aliyah's void deck . While slacking, Amalina joined us . hahs . So, we talked and laughed . Then blahblahblah, home sweet home .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tmrw, school ! ugh . What will i be doing at school ? Ah, urmm . Out for heritage tour, pfft . Mendak per sia .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently chatting with bf and amarlina .Ooppss, gossip-ing actually, with Amar . hehe :/ . Amar, standard uhs ehk ? HAHAK . Okay, bye .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“ A heart is a fragile thing. That’s why we protect them so vigorously, give them away so rarely, and why it means so much when we do. Some hearts are more fragile than others. Purer, somehow. Like crystal is a world of glass, even the way they shatter is beautiful. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-4257604765071136495?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4257604765071136495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=4257604765071136495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/4257604765071136495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/4257604765071136495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/okay-bye.html' title='Okay, bye .'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SuVlN6E6iVI/AAAAAAAAAyM/RjnCPWi5qa4/s72-c/05072009%28007%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-4061051448633064520</id><published>2009-10-24T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T11:13:09.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT TO GO TO MALAYSIA, please ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Currently I'm at Aliyah's place . She asked me to update my blog . So, yeah, I'm updating . Pfft =.= .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Results was dissapointing . Improved on Chemistry ( this was shocking .I thought I failed badly .) , Physics, Geography&amp;nbsp;and Malay ^^ . Deproved on Maths ( :( ) Pfft . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Just came back from Tmart . Currently blogging and messaging bf. Andand , facebook-ing .&amp;nbsp; ^^. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Last night, fav aunt called asked me if i want to&amp;nbsp; go Malaysia . But was tired and sleepy . So, i turned down the offer . Tsk ! Big mistake ! I miss Malaysia, kay, mepek . I'm talking crap , blank siak . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;School gonna close in a few days time . I'll miss the laughter and fun with friends, tsk . School holidays are boring ! Urmm,&amp;nbsp; open house sucks . Fort Canning what shit battlebox, sucks . Can I don't go ? Aliyah also don't wanna go . :P SUCKS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Okay, blank . Byes .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;"Ehk bitch, worst enemy ? Aku g skola nk uat kwn, bkn enemy ah ehk .Up to u luhs ehk&amp;nbsp; nk anggap aku as aper . Pfft . No time to entertain these kind of people who have nothing better to do than hating people .G blaja luhs . "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-4061051448633064520?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4061051448633064520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=4061051448633064520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/4061051448633064520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/4061051448633064520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want-to-go-to-malaysia-please.html' title='I WANT TO GO TO MALAYSIA, please ?'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-8771562916331473418</id><published>2009-10-20T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:26:57.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accept The Way I Am :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Okay, I'm bored . No one to talk to except for dad =.= . Elder brother is off to work and both my younger siblings is at my aunt's place . BBOORRIINNGGGGG ! &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Summary for the past few days -&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Sunday :&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-Did the ironing .&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-Finally, the whole basket of clothes was cleared . (Yeay!)&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Monday :&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-Went to Vivo with bf and Hasan .&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-Met Hazirah and Andrea there .&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-Watched Imagine That . Not bad .&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-Watched Project Hope, fun . But pity :( .&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Today sucks the most . It's better if I stayed home and sleep cause it really did waste my time =.= . First, a stupid performance by i don't know who, old people uhs . Stupid Jazz song , eeewww ! Boring . Then it's break time . Finally ! Followed by a cartoon 'lesson' . Not bad, fun . But I didn't draw anything . Was too lazy to draw, just watched what the artiste was drawing . hahs . Then was the TWMIG Magic Show . I love the last magic show ! Fun ! Eventhough I know it's fake . hees :/ . Home Sweet Home then . Reached home, messaged boyfriend . I asked for some things. Oops, secret :P .&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Currently blogging and facebook-ing . Bf's asleep . FARAH, MSG ME :@ . Night everyone !



&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Accept the way i am, can you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-8771562916331473418?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8771562916331473418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=8771562916331473418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/8771562916331473418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/8771562916331473418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/okay-im-bored.html' title='Accept The Way I Am :]'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-1333453649862021182</id><published>2009-10-16T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T18:23:32.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay, I have not been updating my blog for quite a while . So, here I am to update :] .&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally, exams are over :] . 25% are chores, 15% are worried 25% messaging and 35% enjoyment :] . &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;My sony hp have been send for repair and I have retrieved it . Hehe .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday, went to Eastpoint with Aliyah to repair my phone and elder brother's . After everything that needs to be done were done, we make our way to Century Square . Was quite mad at boyfriend, he knew that the movie that we gonna watch is not at E!Hub, he didn't tell me, grr :@ . So, end up, watched at Golden Village cause the timing at Century Square is quite late, watched Meatballs . 3D, fun :] After the movie ended, went to Food Culture and eat . After that, went to Mac to slack for awhile . Hasan went home at around 5.30 or 5.45pm . Then me, Aliyah and boyfriend went to T1 to slack . Slack there till urmm, i don't know what time. Then went to Open Plaza. Slack there till around 8+ and headed home :] .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-1333453649862021182?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1333453649862021182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=1333453649862021182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/1333453649862021182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/1333453649862021182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/okay-i-have-not-been-updating-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-8656548250151886092</id><published>2009-10-13T19:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T21:59:06.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/StRv-Mzdh0I/AAAAAAAAAx8/GyS_6zUNUxg/s1600-h/DSC00160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/StRv-Mzdh0I/AAAAAAAAAx8/GyS_6zUNUxg/s200/DSC00160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392057768248969026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Some pictures of F1s . It's so late to upload cause it's etiher I'm busy or lazy to upload of the blogger.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Today papers were urm, not so manageable :| . Especially Chemistry, it sucks the MOST . Pfft . Bio was manageable and that same goes for Physics . One of the chemistry question requires a reason for the answer given . I wrote,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; " Left . I anyhow guess ."&lt;/span&gt; Then, another question, I answered, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;" Acid is a solution . I don't study for Chemistry :) "&lt;/span&gt; Got smiley face somemore :P . &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;After exams, went home straight, too tired to slack around . Went home with Fika. Reached home, went in my room, elder brother was lying on sister's bed . So, I lied down on my bed and throw pillows at him . At last, he woke up and talk nonsense with me, hahak .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-8656548250151886092?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8656548250151886092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=8656548250151886092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/8656548250151886092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/8656548250151886092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-pictures-of-f1s.html' title=''/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/StRv-Mzdh0I/AAAAAAAAAx8/GyS_6zUNUxg/s72-c/DSC00160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-3312818754461037236</id><published>2009-10-12T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T00:05:15.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 more to go ~ !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay, time check : 12.02 . Tmrw Science paper . Chemistry confirm plus chop fail :] . Bio and physics hopefully pass liao . Okay, short post only . Bye . Night . Will update more after exams !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-3312818754461037236?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3312818754461037236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=3312818754461037236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/3312818754461037236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/3312818754461037236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/1-more-to-go.html' title='1 more to go ~ !'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-509084552984255156</id><published>2009-10-09T12:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T12:20:51.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 year 1 month .'/><title type='text'>3 papers to go ~ !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Kay, just went back home from school . Just now Literature paper was manageable :] . I'm so sleepy after about 30 mins doing the paper :O . Last page, I scribble everything, was to tired and sleepy to write properly. Hopefully the marker know what I've written . hehe . Tawakkal sua . After Literature, went to SKP with Amarlina then make our way to Tamp Inter to have breakfast . After eating, sat there and chit-chat . hehe . Then home sweet home . hees . Currently messaging boyfriend, listening to music &amp;amp; uploading photos to facebook . The loading is so slow, pfftt . And I think, this blogger also cannot upload pictures, pfft . Bustard sia. ugh, kay. fuck . Okay, bye . I got nothing more to say .


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"After all these months, I never stopped hoping that you’d come back, but I did stop expecting it. Having your breath freeze up every time the doorbell chimes or the phone rings takes its toll on a person, and whether it’s conscious or not, you eventually make the decision to divide your life in half—before and after—with loss being that tight bubble in the middle. You can move around in spite of it; you can laugh and smile and carry on with your life, but all it takes is one slow range of a motion, a doubling over, to be fully aware of the empty space at your center. "&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/4995428405391626644-509084552984255156?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/509084552984255156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=509084552984255156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/509084552984255156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/509084552984255156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/3-papers-to-go.html' title='3 papers to go ~ !'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-2113128915057195246</id><published>2009-10-07T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:23:22.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, dang !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Ssyf0jxzeII/AAAAAAAAAu0/BDJPBFcuUdo/s1600-h/blank3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Ssyf0jxzeII/AAAAAAAAAu0/BDJPBFcuUdo/s320/blank3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Okay, another photos of F1 . Sorry, I can't upload all in one go cause I'm scared it'll lag and eventually I can't upload again . haish . Just a quick &amp;amp; simple post . It's 10.06pm and I'm not asleep yet . Tomorrow is Maths Paper 1 :O . Friday is Literature paper&amp;nbsp;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Gosh, I haven't started reading the damn stupid Clay Marble story . I don't even understand what's the story about . tsk . haish . How I wish Literature would be about Twilight Saga . One level, one book . Kan cool . Kalau laa terjadi, tkyah blaja pon dah confirm pass. Hahs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Just finished doing my very last revision for Maths Paper 1 . Thought of studying Lit also, but time check, nah, not enought time . So, gonna rush through Literture tomorrow . pfft . Currently chatting with sergeant Farah and messaging boyfriend . Okay, got to go . I want to watch TV and sleep . hahs. Bye . Nitez .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-2113128915057195246?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2113128915057195246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=2113128915057195246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/2113128915057195246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/2113128915057195246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-dang.html' title='Oh, dang !'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Ssyf0jxzeII/AAAAAAAAAu0/BDJPBFcuUdo/s72-c/blank3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-5505407378540824743</id><published>2009-10-04T12:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T12:51:53.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It meant nothing, yknow .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Ssgk-FXittI/AAAAAAAAAug/abW4Ymw_wao/s1600-h/blank4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Ssgk-FXittI/AAAAAAAAAug/abW4Ymw_wao/s320/blank4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388597603160209106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Okay, this was one of my F1 pictures . Will upload the pictures every now and then . hehe . Today mum cook nasi briyani, wee . hees . Got my favourite dish somemore ! ^^ . Nazrul and Adam is currently studying at my house . Will be joining them in a short while .  Just finished talking to Nazrul about The Sims . hahs . We share the cheat codes , hahak . Okay, I'm off to play some games at some website . Later in the day, in the evening, perhaps . Will be going to Hamrina's house, got open house liao . Bye .&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I don't understand u .&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/4995428405391626644-5505407378540824743?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5505407378540824743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=5505407378540824743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/5505407378540824743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/5505407378540824743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/okay-this-was-one-of-my-f1-pictures.html' title='It meant nothing, yknow .'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/Ssgk-FXittI/AAAAAAAAAug/abW4Ymw_wao/s72-c/blank4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-1459392977726505500</id><published>2009-10-03T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T23:47:28.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifeless, pfft . Such a big ego u have !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;" When you lose somebody, you think you’ve lost the whole world as well. But that’s not the way things turn out in the end. Eventually, you pick yourself up and look out the window and once you do, you see everything that was there before the world ended is out there, still. There are the same apple trees, and the same song birds. And over our heads, the same very sky that shines like heaven. So far above us, that we can never hope to reach such heights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;



&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If you’re always looking for reasons not to be with somebody, well, you’ll always find them, and I guess at some point you should let go and give your heart what it deserves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-1459392977726505500?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1459392977726505500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=1459392977726505500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/1459392977726505500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/1459392977726505500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/lifeless-pfft-such-big-ego-u-have.html' title='Lifeless, pfft . Such a big ego u have !'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-1408201879216095642</id><published>2009-10-03T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T22:38:46.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay, just finished studying Biology with Adam :] . Most of it is study by my own cause when I asked something, the only answer he gave me was, " Huh ? Aper tuu ? Enta, tk tau. " what the fuck . And he's taking his GCE 'N' exams this coming Monday, pfft.  He so called 'hari raya' at my house for about 7hours ? From 3pm to 10.15pm . hahs . Padehal dtg nk blaja, but dpt duit raya, syiok ehk ? hahs .&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Today alot of people came to my house, pfft. Firstly was elder brother's friends . 20 over people sia, pfft. That one only one particular group . The primary school friends haven't come , the soccer friends haven't come and about half of his classmates also haven't come. pfft . After elder brother's frien came, aunt came . After that was Syukri's family . Woah, dah lamer sia tk nmpk Syukri . Semenjak dah join NFA. pfft. Nevermind . He's a matrep already . Why is every guy I know must be a matrep ? Naseb naseb . But this year, he's quite different . Rambot dah tk colour ( nampak sah, skola per =.= ) . Pakai baju kurung, cool ! With samping somemore . hahs . Usually when I went out with his family during Hari Raya, he'll be wearing smart tee . hahs. So, his family left my house at around 7.45pm . Then I make my way to Tampines Mart to pass Amarlina's hp charger and changed money .  Then when on the way back home, saw Hazwan at Video 21 . hahs . But don't bother to tegur him, lazy uhs to chat . hahs . Okay, I'm bored . bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-1408201879216095642?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1408201879216095642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=1408201879216095642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/1408201879216095642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/1408201879216095642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/okay-just-finished-studying-biology.html' title=''/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-7754553751328219511</id><published>2009-10-03T16:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T19:23:30.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A good heart is better than all the heads in the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Kay, I've not been blogging for the past few days . Quite lazy actually to on my computer and do stuffs . So, English papers was quite manageable . Malay papers was also manageable . I rushed at the very last 5mins for free writing . hahs . &lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Friday went back home with Amelia . At around 2+ pm, Yazid and Syafeqah came, to study . At around 4+ pm, Nazrul and Adam came . I went inside my room and in the phone with Erfan and Hazirah, conference actually . Then hang up at around 6+ pm . At around 9pm, on the phone with Aliyah and Erfan, conference again . But at around 9.45pm, Aliyah go and call someone else, pfft . So, talk to Erfan then Jun Hui called . So, the three of us conference . At around 10.40pm, all hang up . But I called Aliyah, continue talking to her till around 11pm . And fav aunt called me, say she's on the way to my house, to Hari Raya . So, quickly hang up with Aliyah and sat at living room, waited for her . At around 11.45pm, my sergeant Farah messaged . So, messaged her till around 12.30am, she went to sleep already sia . wtf . So, at around 12.45am, fav aunt left . I quickly went to bed . Sleepy already. While conferencing with Erfan and Jun Hui, I fell asleep . hahs . &lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Currently blogging, listening to musics and playing MSN games with Jun Hui ;D and messaging Fiqah . hahs . I don't know why . Cannot upload photos . Pfft . Biler gambar2 tuu dah ader, nie blogger buat hal . Pfft .&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Cause it hurts tuu hear what u say that day .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995428405391626644-7754553751328219511?l=naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7754553751328219511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995428405391626644&amp;postID=7754553751328219511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/7754553751328219511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995428405391626644/posts/default/7754553751328219511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naqiahaha-mycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-heart-is-better-than-all-heads-in.html' title='A good heart is better than all the heads in the world.'/><author><name>lonely_naq@hotmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05632220451003651894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995428405391626644.post-4154512423179628910</id><published>2009-09-29T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:48:04.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-cap !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8m2mmfp3Ko/SsHxMrOUBwI/AAAAAAAAAsI/7xCe0gL2ji8/s1600-h/1_664582027l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin
