<?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-12524388</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:03:31.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oD3 frm @ Psychop4th</title><subtitle type='html'>hopelessly romantic at heart:/sentimental freck:/part-timer psychopath:/winner in d loser world:</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suekln.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12524388/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suekln.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mi$s D3ViLici0u$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17512673365010372569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/71/16/7716117/11427387128484m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12524388.post-112598544729469924</id><published>2005-09-06T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T13:44:07.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>h4v3 u eVeR w0nDeR?</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="verdana" color="#ffff00"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever wonder why I didn’t want to love?&lt;br /&gt;Coz I'm scared of hurting again&lt;br /&gt;Coz I’m scared of suffering again&lt;br /&gt;Coz I’m tired of crying again&lt;br /&gt;Coz I’m tired of fighting again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wonder why I’m afraid to love you?&lt;br /&gt;Coz I’m scared that I would miss you&lt;br /&gt;Coz I’m scared I can’t go on without you&lt;br /&gt;Coz I’m scared you won’t love me like I do&lt;br /&gt;Coz I’m scared that you would leave me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wonder why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12524388-112598544729469924?l=suekln.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suekln.blogspot.com/feeds/112598544729469924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12524388&amp;postID=112598544729469924' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12524388/posts/default/112598544729469924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12524388/posts/default/112598544729469924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suekln.blogspot.com/2005/09/h4v3-u-ever-w0nder.html' title='h4v3 u eVeR w0nDeR?'/><author><name>mi$s D3ViLici0u$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17512673365010372569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/71/16/7716117/11427387128484m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12524388.post-112123893496141418</id><published>2005-07-13T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T11:08:16.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aahh...its finally ere..weekend! as a government staff im proudly wanna say its a pleasure serving my country..hehe..5 days a week n a lot of allowances..wat cud b more satisfaying den dis? ehemm..enuf bout dis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually got no topic to jot down for u guyz..mmm..i juz felt dat dis week a bit slow..dunt u? i dunno lar..even ive occupied masef wit all d work..enrol masef for d futsal team..training till nite..but stil d daz wen on so slow..i thot dat if ive had so much to do n so bz goin here n der..i cud past all d time wit out noticing it..wat cud go wrong? ahh..forget bout it..as long ive got my weekend to masef..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma weekend dis lately always full of sumting..chezz..i have no idea wat i did n in a nick of time..im entering MONDAY again..! hey? wes my sunday?? who stole my SUNDAY? huh...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last weekend (is it last weekend? erk i dunt recall..hehe..) ma mom n sis came to ma house..its good to have sum1 finally accompanying me all weekend..we went shopping till drop! dis was d first time ma mom came to see wer im staying n thank god she loved my place..how can u didnt like it..my house fully furnished..wit tv..hifi..(mini2 one..but still can do..) fridge..washing machine..astro..at least my mom felt very comfortable wit it..i even drove her to see my work place in putrajaya..she was amazed wit it..very proud to see my awsome work place..cud see it in her eyes..thanks mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d next sunday..i had to send my lil sis back to UKM..huh! no man power to help us..im alone wit my sister carrying all her stuffz to d 4th floor...im all out of sweat! big n heavy bags..PC complete wit printer!! hell im xhausted..me being so little n petite, differ from my over grown sister..hehe..all her friends thot dat im d lil sis..(hey i'll take it as a compliment k..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat else eh? uu dun forget i cleant up my house..from scrubbing d bathroom floor to mopping d hall..duin laundry n folding clothes..aaahh..by d afternoon all settled n im back to my spot in front of my dearest dearest tv...my sweet-sweet lovely remote...so peaceful..so quite..so..ZZzzZZzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite..sumtimes i get a bit lonely..but im not turning back to dat life anymore..yes maybe im a bit boring coz i prefer not to go anywere..my frenz sumtimes have to drag me out of d house..hehe..im juz too lazy to drive la..n all d make up to put on..huh! too damn lazy..wat clothes to wer..urrghh..! leceh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but sumtimes i dunt have d hart to tell my frenz im not in d mood to go out..(u guys are killin' me!!) wit lik a thousand stones stuck at my feet..i force masef to go out..for d sake of my frenz..went out for a drink..have a nice chat for a couple of hours..yada..yada..yada...finished..dey sent me back..ZZZzZZzzZZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dats my life nowadays..back to d root..&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/12524388-112123893496141418?l=suekln.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suekln.blogspot.com/feeds/112123893496141418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12524388&amp;postID=112123893496141418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12524388/posts/default/112123893496141418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12524388/posts/default/112123893496141418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suekln.blogspot.com/2005/07/huh.html' title='huh?'/><author><name>mi$s D3ViLici0u$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17512673365010372569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/71/16/7716117/11427387128484m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12524388.post-112071351361295843</id><published>2005-07-07T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T13:18:33.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life as a single person..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;its been nearly a month officially ive enjoyed life as a single person..no more hassle..no more reporting when i want to go...wer i want to go..wit whom..wen do i get bak? hmm..life's gr8 now..its juz me n d remote control. dats my life nowadays..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sum times im curious about my situation..wen im stil double, lots of invitation for me..but wen im single..i have none!! why? is it less adventurous wen im single? no boundries..no obstacles to battle before reaching my hands...? hmm...i dun get it?! really~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ahhh..i dun give a damn about it..at last i have my space to breathe..full independence! but its not all rainbows all d way.. bit hard for me being single wen it comes to my car..i have to learn masef all d hard stuffs! i hate it..heheh..i didnt really care much about engine..coz usually dats my bro's job to do so..all i know is how to fill in d fuel..heheh...after migrated to kl..i used to depend on my bf to do all dat..but after d separation, i have to learn how to do it by masef..ehemm..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;today i got one sms from sum1..Qimie..i called him afterwards n yap! he stil waiting for me..i didnt get it? why? he asked me if its okay for him to propose directly to my family?! what?? heck wait a minute!! yes i know his intention is good..he believes in love after marriage..but really i need sum time to get to know him better first..rite? he said he didnt care for anything less n really love me for who i am..im touched actually but im quite confiused by dis feelings..im not ready yet to give up my independency n single life..i dun want to get back  in dat arena juz yet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but..life's short..im 26 already n i cant wait any longer for a prince charming to take me away..if des a decent man out der..stabil in financial..a worthit man dat i can count on to build a family wit..maybe its my destiny 2 be wit him..maybe its my answer from God to all my prayers..finally He gave me a MAN..i hope so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;well..all i can do now is 2 give him a chance to show me his efforts in winning my hart..to show me he truly mean it..for me..if sum1 really wants me..ask my mom! hehe..but reallyy...i need to get to know him better first..at d time being, i choose to be fren first..if des a chemical reaction between us..den we'l turn to d next chapter..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u cant always have wat u want..but try to be grateful to wat has been given to u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i want u..but u didnt know it..but its painful to be invisible in front of u so its better dat i juz dissappear den to suffer d silence torment of my own feeling..accept my faith..n move on wit my life..no more running after u..dis time i juz want to give in n accept wat is in front of me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;appreciate wat is in front of u..coz wen its gone..its too late for u to miss it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;life is great..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~dikejar bayang2 resah..bila hatimu masih tak berubah..enggan dipunya..dan dipenjara..belaian cintaku ini..~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~jgnlah kau salahkan aku..terus memburu menawan cintamu..daku percaya..sedikit masa..kau kecundang akhirnya~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~usahlah kau bersedih dihadapan mu aku hadir memadam resah dan curiga dr hatimu..apakah kali ni bisa kau tolak dan berlari setelah aku menanamkan azimat ku~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~tiada lafaz yg lebih agung..kalimah cintamu yg ku tunggu2..biar jasadku yg menanggung..permainan darimu..relaku pujuk~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12524388-112071351361295843?l=suekln.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suekln.blogspot.com/feeds/112071351361295843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12524388&amp;postID=112071351361295843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12524388/posts/default/112071351361295843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12524388/posts/default/112071351361295843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suekln.blogspot.com/2005/07/life-as-single-person.html' title='life as a single person..'/><author><name>mi$s D3ViLici0u$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17512673365010372569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/71/16/7716117/11427387128484m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12524388.post-111949768376881740</id><published>2005-06-23T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T11:34:43.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i cur3d?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;after a long vacation n a hectic weekend..ive given a thot about all dat juz happend to me..yap! i totally lost it..my inner me..i forgot wat i used to be..wat i capable of..i know im much stronger den dis..why i let it goes cuccko-cuccko over him? NO..! not anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;for years ive been d strong-shoulder-to-cry-on type of fren to my frenz..i never let my feelings intrupt my adviz to my frenz..i always stay hard n full of +ve motivation for my frenz..ready to rumble ..ready for anything..but wen it comes to me..why i cant handle it? i used to have all d answers to all my frenz' question n doubt..but why i cant answer my own stupid simple question? i let masef go blind wit love..i let him hurt me not once..but twice..but dis time..not anymore..i wont let him hurt me no more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ive hurt sum1 in my process of healing..i know wat i did was wrong..but i cant proceed in lying n be hypocrite any longer..its not me..i dun want to pretend sumting dat was not der..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;all dat keeping me pumping n going is HIM..he makes me forget..even sumtimes des sum ups n downs in ur road..but i didnt mind at all..as long i know wer my hart goes...it didnt lost in space..nor tornd apart like i used to feel..NO..i given it away..n dat sum1 didnt know it at all dat he's keeping my hart..n i intend to leave it dat way..i dont want to scare him away if i reveal my feeling..n i surely dont want to change wat we are having now..sumtimes tings better left alone untouch n be preserved as long as it takes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;after al..i know im not the ONE..but its ok..its a bit sad but mmm..really..its alrite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;althought im not used to rejection but i know dis one is d first silent rejection for me..but at least for a moment, i felt loved n ownd..hehhee..juz my imagination..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;im happy wit masef..n look! im SMILING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ignorance is a virtual...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&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/12524388-111949768376881740?l=suekln.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suekln.blogspot.com/feeds/111949768376881740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12524388&amp;postID=111949768376881740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12524388/posts/default/111949768376881740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12524388/posts/default/111949768376881740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suekln.blogspot.com/2005/06/am-i-cur3d.html' title='am i cur3d?'/><author><name>mi$s D3ViLici0u$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17512673365010372569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/71/16/7716117/11427387128484m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12524388.post-111890887969525668</id><published>2005-06-16T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T11:44:29.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i juz m3Lt aw4y..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dis few days been a nite mares to me..i thot i was strong enuf to handle him..i thot i cud do it..but i was wrong..totally wrong..d sound of his voice simply throbd my hart out..i tried to cool it down..tried to think back all d wrongly n badly he had treated me..but d harder i tried..d more it hurt me inside..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i tried to sound cold n empty..i dun wan him to know wat i really felt..i dun wan to look lik im stil all head over heal for him...but at last..i cant take it anymore..i cant compress masef any longer..and I CRIED..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;im truely truely stil in love wit him..i cant lie to masef n definitely not to him..he knew me best..for 5 years wit him, i should know it earlier..i should have traced it in his eyes..but i keep on lying to masef..saying he wont do dat to me..but at last it happend..til now..i cant believe he left me for dat girl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;for years i kept healing masef..on and on..without stop but d bleeding stil continue flowing..not 2 forget tons of tears al dis years..i used to hate men bcoz of dis..n nearly take a decision on being a lesbian! but thank god i didnt go der! juz snap out of it..i crawld back to d surface of reality..trying to reset back my hopes n dreams..coz before dis, i only see me n him..together..building my own family..wit my very own kids..my life is him...he's my world..HIM ONLY! when all of dis has gone..i felt totally lost..i juz let masef drown in sorrow n misery..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i don wan to wake up n smell d air..shrugd off all outside world..n keeping masef alone..afraid to take chances..afraid to be hurt..afraid..afraid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;yes..now i know i have a gud life..wit frenz around who supports me..gud career n all..but stil d pain stil der..all d gud memories wit him stil remain in my hart..d joy n sweet memories ive spent wit him lingerd inside my head n how i wish i cud have one more chance to be in his arms..juz to be hold by him for d last time..n to hear him wisper to my ear saying dat im d one..d nite he called me about dis "sumting" between us dat didnt settle, he told me he stil miss me..but he didnt want to give hope to me AGAIN coz he didnt wan to hurt me lik he did the 2nd time..i keep on crying all thru d conversation til i cant say a word coz d crying makes me lost ma voice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ma hands are freezing cold dat time..n ma heart beats 10 times faster than usual..im in totally out of dis world stage..blur n blank..felt lik running..dun know wer but dun care! felt lik i juz wan to cry all my tears out til my eyes go blind to sum wun..n thank god there he is..my MENTAL AFFECTION PARTNER (MAP)..even he didnt lend his shoulder to cry on..but stil i sense his presence dat time..he snapd me out of masef..get a grip n tell me to pray..hmmm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;why i cant let it go? is it me dat doesnt want to let go? ive tried but i cant!! i used to tink dat wit new love i cud forget him..but how can i..? no one can beat him..if one does can, and can stand to HIS standard, dat man doesnt love me..im juz a loser! im not worthit for any good guys? i need to be saved..but everyting there is..keeps me drowning even deeper than before..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tink of it..mit as wel be alone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;he loves me..he loves me not..he loves me..he loves me not..he loves me..he loves me not..he loves me..he loves me not..he loves me..he loves me not..he loves me..he loves me not..he loves me..he loves me not..he loves me..me??not??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;aku tak percaya lagi&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;atas apa yang kau beri&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;aku terdampar di sini&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;tersudut menunggu mati&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;aku tak percaya lagi&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;akan guna matahari&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;yang sinarnya terangi&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;sudut gelap hati ini&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;aku berhenti berharap&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;dan menunggu datang gelap&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;sampai nanti suatu saat&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;tak ada cinta kudapat&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;mengapa ada derita&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;bila bahagia tercipta&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;mengapa ada sang hitam&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;bila putih menyenangkan&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;aku pulang...tanpa dendam&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;kuterima.. kekalahanku&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;aku pulang...tanpa dendam&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;kusalurkan.. kemenanganku&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;kau ajarkan aku bahagia&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;kau ajarkan aku derita&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;kau tunjukkan aku bahagia&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;kau tunjukkan aku derita&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;kau berikan aku bahagia&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;kau berikan aku derita&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/12524388-111890887969525668?l=suekln.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suekln.blogspot.com/feeds/111890887969525668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12524388&amp;postID=111890887969525668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12524388/posts/default/111890887969525668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12524388/posts/default/111890887969525668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suekln.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-juz-m3lt-aw4y.html' title='i juz m3Lt aw4y..'/><author><name>mi$s D3ViLici0u$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17512673365010372569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/71/16/7716117/11427387128484m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12524388.post-111890357716704024</id><published>2005-06-16T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T14:32:57.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it obvious?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We started as friends&lt;br /&gt;But something happened inside me&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm reading into everything&lt;br /&gt;But there's no sign you hear the lightning, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't ever notice me turning on my charm&lt;br /&gt;Or wonder why I'm always where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made it obvious&lt;br /&gt;Done everything but sing it&lt;br /&gt;(I've crushed on you so long, but on and on you get me wrong)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so good with words&lt;br /&gt;And since you never notice&lt;br /&gt;The way that we belong&lt;br /&gt;I'll say it in a love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard you talk about&lt;br /&gt;(Heard you talk about)&lt;br /&gt;How you want someone just like me (echo: just like me)&lt;br /&gt;But everytime I ask you out&lt;br /&gt;(Time I ask you out)&lt;br /&gt;We never move pass friendly, no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you don't ever notice how I stare when we're alone&lt;br /&gt;Or wonder why I keep you on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made it obvious&lt;br /&gt;Done everything but sing it&lt;br /&gt;(I've crushed on you so long but on and on you get me wrong)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so good with words&lt;br /&gt;And since you never notice&lt;br /&gt;The way that we belong&lt;br /&gt;I'll say it in a love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my very first thought in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And my last at nightfall&lt;br /&gt;You are the love that came without warning&lt;br /&gt;I need you, I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made it obvious&lt;br /&gt;So finally I'll sing it&lt;br /&gt;(I've crushed on you so long)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so good with words&lt;br /&gt;And since you never notice&lt;br /&gt;The way that we belong&lt;br /&gt;I'll say it in a love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sing it until the day you're holding me&lt;br /&gt;I've wanted you so long but on and on you get me wrong&lt;br /&gt;I more then adore you but since you never seem to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you never seem to see&lt;br /&gt;I'll say it in this love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hate u but..i love u…&lt;br /&gt;*stupid me* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12524388-111890357716704024?l=suekln.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suekln.blogspot.com/feeds/111890357716704024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12524388&amp;postID=111890357716704024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12524388/posts/default/111890357716704024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12524388/posts/default/111890357716704024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suekln.blogspot.com/2005/06/is-it-obvious.html' title='is it obvious?'/><author><name>mi$s D3ViLici0u$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17512673365010372569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/71/16/7716117/11427387128484m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12524388.post-111716362334313676</id><published>2005-05-27T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T11:22:18.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>t3LL m3 its 0v3R</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OVER – LINDSAY LOHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I watch the walls around me crumble&lt;br /&gt;But it's not like I won't build them up again&lt;br /&gt;So here's your last chance for redemption&lt;br /&gt;So take while it last cause it will end&lt;br /&gt;And my tears are turning into time&lt;br /&gt;I’m wasting trying to find a reason for good-bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without ya can't breathe without ya&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreamin' bout ya honestly tell me that it's over&lt;br /&gt;Cause the world is spinnin' and I'm still livin'&lt;br /&gt;It won't be right if we're not in it together&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that it's over&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be the first to go&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be the last to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't be the one to chase you&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time you’re the heart that I call home&lt;br /&gt;I'm always stuck with these emotions&lt;br /&gt;And the more I try to feel the less I'm whole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My tears are turning into time&lt;br /&gt;I've wasted trying to find a reason for good-bye&lt;br /&gt;And Ill be the first to go&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I’ll be the first to go&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be the last to know&lt;br /&gt;Over, over, over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My tears are turning into time&lt;br /&gt;I've wasted trying to find a reason for good-bye&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that it's over, over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly tell me, honestly tell me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't tell me that it's over&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me that it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href= "http://www.angelfire.com/ct3/lilswtcherry/dontclick.html"&gt;&lt;font size=7 face= tahoma color= #00AAFF&gt;Don't Click Here&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12524388-111716362334313676?l=suekln.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suekln.blogspot.com/feeds/111716362334313676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12524388&amp;postID=111716362334313676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12524388/posts/default/111716362334313676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12524388/posts/default/111716362334313676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suekln.blogspot.com/2005/05/t3ll-m3-its-0v3r.html' title='t3LL m3 its 0v3R'/><author><name>mi$s D3ViLici0u$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17512673365010372569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/71/16/7716117/11427387128484m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12524388.post-111709071063764148</id><published>2005-05-26T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T11:07:10.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it h4rd to t3LL?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;mm..today i juz wan to shout to men..sum times u guys could be so genius dat we girls juz flopd to yur feet n worship u..but sum times wen d moon is on d rite spot..n BAMM! u guys become a pain in d ass! so stupid n arrrghhhh it gets to my nerves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wats wrong u ask? wel here i wan to tell u..did u girls ever faced a situation dat its so obvious ..u've shown to yur man but dey didnt get it? YES baby! its understandable kinda situation..its body languange..its d hints..but NOOO.."earth to men..earth to men!! hello men!! do u readdd me??" no respond..as if talking to d birds n d trees..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey boy..throw away dos dictionary coz u aint finding d meaning of communication in der wit yur brain lik a do-do bird! hehhee..im being mean!? yes i know...heck wat do i care...its true! most of men didnt know how 2 communicate ..its always flowing in both ways..listen n respond..give n take..yin n yang..wen u get ur communication on d rite track..den after dat u'l be able to work out ur "understanding each other" juz well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm..wait a minute..im sensing other stuf not juz communication error...its d attitude also...oh my gosh! uuu..dis wun i like! huhuhu...coz ive sum xperiences in dis...hehehe...hey girls have u noticed yur men dis lately? how many months/years have u dated him? mm..let me ask u..is he stil lik u used to know him? i mean dos he stil open up doors for u? dos he stil buy u gifs without any special reason at all? n most importantly...dos he stil come early to pick u up for yur date? NO? hhehehe...i rest my case..coz MEN intend to CHANGED ACCORDINGLY TO D TIME..wen he feels comfortable wit u...der will be no bounderies..no shame at all..but we gurls..mm will feel a bit dissappointment wen yur men acting lik dat! no more holding hands n all dat stuffz u used to do together..men always take for granted on wat dey have had..example...d simplest word to say ..I LOVE U..would be gone..dont u expect it would blurt out from dey mouth by demsef coz it aint happening! dey expect u 2 always know dey loved u..wat do dey tink we are? psychic? have mind power to read dey thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be nice men..say i love u to yur gurl without waiting dem to ask u first d question..we gurlz can read yur mind..we didnt know either u love us or not..and even if we do know..its nice for u to tell it anyway once in a while..cherishd us will u stil have us..coz wen u be good 2 us gurlz one time...we occasionally wil pay double to u..(mmm u know wat i mean...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its normal for men to react lik dat..after wat u call "honeymoon month" (dat is d first month of dating)..he, dat used to be yur prince charming turns to b a selfish-unappreciate-dumdumhead-kinda man...hhahaa..uu for dos who has been married for a year..u lucky-lucky girl..hehehe..really! GOOD LUCK..! coz after married no "goods are returnable!" he'l be able to be wat he really is without u, saying anything about it..d snooring..d brupping after every meals..not to forget...d farting!! cheweezzz..plez open d window!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive spoken to one of my collegue..he said.."if u cant promise yur sef to do it for d rest of yur life..dont start on doing it at all.." on d second thought..i agreed wit him..yap! try to be yursef..dont try to be sumting dat is not u..i know its d way to impress us girls..but plezz dont be hippocrite not juz to us..but to yursef as well..&lt;br /&gt;coz after a while, it will be a burden to u..all d pleasing to make..all d tings u have to control on not doing it..all d mushy-mushy stuff to say..hmmm...i dont tink so....even i cudnt stand to do it for a loooong lonnnggg time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guez men will always be men...hehhe..cant live with dem..cant live without dem..&lt;br /&gt;like it or not..have to live wit it..without dem..whose gonna contribute d sperms?? hehehe..juz kidding..have a nice day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till d next chapter..adios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12524388-111709071063764148?l=suekln.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suekln.blogspot.com/feeds/111709071063764148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12524388&amp;postID=111709071063764148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12524388/posts/default/111709071063764148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12524388/posts/default/111709071063764148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suekln.blogspot.com/2005/05/is-it-h4rd-to-t3ll.html' title='is it h4rd to t3LL?'/><author><name>mi$s D3ViLici0u$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17512673365010372569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/71/16/7716117/11427387128484m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12524388.post-111623690610474122</id><published>2005-05-16T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T17:48:26.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>u m4k3 m3 fe3L lik3 scRe4min9!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sumtim i juz couldnt take it anymore! i juz wanna hate u n move on...but thre's sum ting bout u dat i juz cant get enuf of..aaargghh! i gave u hints...too many times! i told u directly....but stil it goes lik dis..feel really useless..is it me or  u got a bird's brain inside ur head? cant u tell dat sum1 likes u? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hold ursef n take a deep breath...mmm maybe its juz me..i know its hard for him to accept me..coz i come with all d package behind me..cant do anything..tings of d past dat i cant let go..scard me for life..sumtime i juz wanna yel at him n spill all my feelings..but i cant! im juz mmm...i juz cant..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i know masef...i know him...he deserves better than me..even i try to b gud stil i cant cover d bad ive done..mite as well b alone..n suff off all d feelings inside far2 away...dun wanna fall in love again coz i know..wat i will get..i wil end up wil a wrong kinda man..a type dat usually take advantage of me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"u love me but u dont know who i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;im torn between d life i lead n where i stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;u love me but u dont know who i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so let me go..juz let me go..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh god! i juz wanna lay down...juz let d time went by..juz let it be...juz give up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it juz torn my hart out! its always be me who's d wun said i missd u...always me who asked u out..always b me d one who begging for u to stay or accompany me..sum times i felt helplessly so desperate to get ur attention n a bit of ur love..im crying inside for u to save me...but u wont listen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;uve made me cried so many times..its easy for me to cry bcoz of ur words even its juz a slightlest word..it cuts deep inside..lik a razor blade..u make me realise everyting..make me straight again..im totally lost coz my guidance mostly a missing person also..dun have a clue bout life..so wat is wrong is rite to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;bcoz of dis..im letting u go..im wishing u all d joy in d world..i hope u will find some1 who will love u like i do..n above all...i hope u will achieve ur goal...live ur life to d fullest..all d best..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12524388-111623690610474122?l=suekln.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suekln.blogspot.com/feeds/111623690610474122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12524388&amp;postID=111623690610474122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12524388/posts/default/111623690610474122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12524388/posts/default/111623690610474122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suekln.blogspot.com/2005/05/u-m4k3-m3-fe3l-lik3-scre4min9.html' title='u m4k3 m3 fe3L lik3 scRe4min9!!!'/><author><name>mi$s D3ViLici0u$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17512673365010372569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/71/16/7716117/11427387128484m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12524388.post-111510765288787600</id><published>2005-05-03T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T16:07:32.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>says who? says me lorr....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff3399;"&gt;Wen sumting not running lik we wan it 2 b..we always put d blame on others..why? wat are we trying to prove? Are we in denial? Does it really dey fault? Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its because of our nature..we always try not to face d reality n shuf off all our problems aside n live in a our fantasy world..n d result..we didn’t accept our wrongly done..always saying dat u r d victim..why d world iz so cruel to me? Why cant u let me be? So many questions keep coming out…blaming d world..blaming others…even wun moment…u will blame ur creator! Is it fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God create problems to let us deal wit it…be strong in d process, accept n streghten ur faith..as u might think about it.. have u wonder why? If u asked me…I’l say its karma…yap! Wat comes around, goes around…wat goes up..must come down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believe in dis…wen u did sumting bad to others…it wil come back to u.. if not today…maybe tomorrow…or d day after…or…ur son/daughter..ur grandchildren shall have to pay for u…sum way..sum how…it will come back at u…its juz a matter of time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to blame others for my misery.. n at wun stage…I felt dat god didn’t love me…wat a fool I’ve became... I realize now.. d suffering..d agony.. none stop tears flowing all dis years… are juz a test for me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long pain.. I stood up n face life again.. trying not to remember any of my past… start a new one… although its hard to forgive n forget…let time decide for it.. life’s great to b wasted on vengeance n tears…mmmm.. but deep inside me..i cant deny of being a normal human being.. I cant stop my hatred… all dis years of hiding in my own shadow d hatred grows n grows n became a monster.. … call me wat ever u want to call me…but im stil hoping god will pay for me.. I juz wan him to suffer lik I did… it’s a sin for wishing bad tings happen to other..but I don’t care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even its d 7 deadliest sins yet…stil I’l pray for it to happen.. im a person wit no feelings.. no forgiveness…wound will heal but d scar will stil remain.. hahahhahaha...*evil grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12524388-111510765288787600?l=suekln.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suekln.blogspot.com/feeds/111510765288787600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12524388&amp;postID=111510765288787600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12524388/posts/default/111510765288787600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12524388/posts/default/111510765288787600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suekln.blogspot.com/2005/05/says-who-says-me-lorr.html' title='says who? says me lorr....'/><author><name>mi$s D3ViLici0u$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17512673365010372569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/71/16/7716117/11427387128484m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12524388.post-111476448572805250</id><published>2005-04-29T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T11:17:03.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>makcik nk membebel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yippeeee!! its dat day of d month again...yap! its pay day!! fuhh..time to pay a visit to d ATM...no more.."rm19.90 credit balance" will appear on dat stupid screen..hehehe...hah...so...wer do i start ek? emm..i need new pair of shoes...n..sum new clothes for work..n..oh..oh! dun forget a pair of pants..i'l go for black colour...(easier to mix n match) aiseh..! my lipstick already melt! ni sume bahana boh dlm keta..hehehe..sumtimes i can get so clumsy n forget stuff..heck! how do i know..i juz did!!RM..RM..RM..d day i received my pay slip..already seeing my sweet-sweet RM flying over my head! hah..its lik everybody said...easy come..easy go...*grin* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but ive used to it..since grad ive survive on my own..paying my own bills..dis n dat..talking bout work..here's wat i wanna tell u...its suffocating to earn a living! separuh mati juz for a buck or two..after graduating..tings not as good as we are today...baru nk baik gawat...ive been hunting for jobs like crazy..thinking d cost of living i have to deal with..n noone to turn too..makes me not to be choosy anymore..lantak aa..ada diploma ke..sijil ke..janji keja...so wit a help from a fren..i got a job at a handphone shop...from a low self esteem girl n afraid to make a conversation to an active sales person..yap! ive transforming into a butterfly..here ive learnt how to close a deal wit costumers..tackled dem til dey cant say no n finally bought d item..hehehe..*suckerr* oppss...hehehe..but to tell you d truth..dey ar..! hehe..(jahatnye aku...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;after working for about a year..i cant stand it any longer..problems started to raise..working wit chinese..hemph..! im not trying to provoke dem..but heck its true! dey'l drain u till u r totally dry up..zero-tolerancy..n lots more..so..i tried another shoot...find another job..i cant juz quit without backup plan! (im not dat stupid k...) lady luck was stil sympathize with me...i got a job..a good one too..althought its not really my level of qualification..but i dun care..n i dun care wat others will say...bukan depa kasi aku makan!my parents especially my dad...hemmph..dun care either..i dun blame him..maybe malu kot..anak blaja tinggi2..kejanyer kerani cabuk..lantakkkk... on d other hand, my mom..stil being very supportive to me..(thanks mama..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;after 4 nearly 5 years of labouring my guts out for dis company...all ive got..juz an increment every year about 8%..and a 1 and a half month bonus..life juz turning into a routine schedule for me..sumtimes feeling lik im in a hamster..caged..running around inside a wheel...still going..stil running but never ther.. speacially after my previous boss got transferd to wangsa maju...n d replacement..hah! CHINESE!! so guez wat..? i hate him! hehhee...in fact..he's afraid of me..! dia kata aku garang! (ni laporan CNN dr member2 seperjuangan..)my previous boss never give up on me..he always motivating my spirit n urge me to look for a better life..he knows wat ive been thru..he even sent me to JPA..(i didnt know wer it is at dat time..) wen i got d interview..n also d day ive reported for duty..en hakma ..thanks...! tak pernah berkira duit minyak segala..n he even make sure im safely in d bus on d way back to ipoh..he's juz a sweet-sweet man..n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;now...im settling down in puchong..having a secured job in wisma putra..i love my job! my office!! n my bos is very nice..but d most important thing is..my dad starting to pay attention to me!! yap..for almost 25 years..not a single word he ever say to me to show me dat he cares...n now...i almost cried wen one day i received his sms..asking wether im fine or not..n why i didnt sms for so long..he askd if i have forgotten him..*teardrops*i never forget him...its juz dat years after years..i felt dat d gap between us becoming so far apart..but if he's willing to change..im willing to give him a chance..*time will tell*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12524388-111476448572805250?l=suekln.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suekln.blogspot.com/feeds/111476448572805250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12524388&amp;postID=111476448572805250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12524388/posts/default/111476448572805250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12524388/posts/default/111476448572805250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suekln.blogspot.com/2005/04/makcik-nk-membebel.html' title='makcik nk membebel!'/><author><name>mi$s D3ViLici0u$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17512673365010372569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/71/16/7716117/11427387128484m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
