<?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-5239634154163675767</id><updated>2011-12-03T16:29:07.962+08:00</updated><category term='eyes'/><category term='Happy anni'/><category term='bie'/><category term='hi'/><category term='what should i do?'/><category term='sayang Syafi'/><category term='He will be back soon'/><category term='for you'/><category term='i miss you'/><category term='can you?'/><category term='i can still smell that (:'/><category term='cinta dianya dimple'/><category term='semuanya'/><category term='miss me'/><category term='you&apos;re so moron.'/><category term='holiday sucks'/><category term='sarang haeyo'/><category term='im different'/><category term='still going strong..'/><title type='text'>Nadd</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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love this the most&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-8105654631509026658?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/8105654631509026658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=8105654631509026658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/8105654631509026658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/8105654631509026658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2011/01/030908-no-more.html' title='030908. no more.'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/TTF8Pm9JxkI/AAAAAAAABBU/zB3nG0-HMm0/s72-c/44628_1561578806703_1452323751_1454415_8187004_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-3249248351869556787</id><published>2010-06-07T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T21:30:57.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Okay change of plan. no bbq since we have to book and need to fork out some $$. budget okay guys. we bring some food, and yeah, if you guys want to swim, go ahead, and yeah, we can do something too. bring some games or anything you guys want to. :) lets go there and enjoy. going back time is up to you guys. latest is 8 or 9 pm. if you guys need to ask anything, feel free. :)&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/5239634154163675767-3249248351869556787?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/3249248351869556787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=3249248351869556787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/3249248351869556787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/3249248351869556787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/06/okay-change-of-plan.html' title=''/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-6193651424238079281</id><published>2010-06-07T18:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T18:33:21.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i guess its confirmed. 11 june, bring some food, rice or something? anything.. but how to book bbq pit? some people please help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-6193651424238079281?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/6193651424238079281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=6193651424238079281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/6193651424238079281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/6193651424238079281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-i-guess-its-confirmed.html' title=''/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-2928708653617427002</id><published>2010-05-31T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T23:14:46.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey guys, so far, we planning of having bbq at east coast and we have put the date on the 11 june but not confirm as we need to ask you guys if you guys can actually make it on that day. so, yeah i suggest we combine 3s4 people too? since not many people seems to answering the 2s3 outing. *yawns* oh yeah, i need to know whether you guys can go back home late cause we planned to have the bbq at night but things you guys have to bring and fork out a lil bit of money or even ask your parents to cook something for us ;) hahaha! HALAL food pleaseeeeeeee~ no pork. so yeah, at this part only we can plan, any further updates, i post it up here :) tag and give respond even if you guys said, ok go. :) thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-2928708653617427002?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/2928708653617427002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=2928708653617427002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/2928708653617427002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/2928708653617427002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/05/hey-guys-so-far-we-planning-of-having.html' title=''/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-1548541951881699121</id><published>2010-05-30T16:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T17:04:42.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no one is replying. -.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No one is responding to the class outing. I guess, no one wants to go? help to pass this message around lah people. -.- Where's rusydi? where's lealee? where's devan? etc etc etc. i only get respond from ck,shahrul and jun wei. where's the others? hmm... Get the others! its holiday lets meet up man! once school reopen, we cant spent time. aiyo! get them get them! hahaha. where you guys want it to be held? what time? when? give me feedback! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-1548541951881699121?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/1548541951881699121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=1548541951881699121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/1548541951881699121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/1548541951881699121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-one-is-replying.html' title='no one is replying. -.-'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-821920145707862039</id><published>2010-05-26T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T01:45:00.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>class outing 2seek3 '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey guys, i am planning to have a class outing for 2seek3 '09 class :) because its seems like we seldom spent time together as a class and i am sure you guys miss me. ^^ ceh. miss your old friend/buddy. so as a class of 2seek3 '09 please come if you're one of them. if you cant then its fine with us. hmm.. I am still planing on where we should make the outing at, east coast/sentosa/west coast/etc etc, give some feedback! the timing too. not forgetting, bring some snacks and lunch or okay, easy say, food to eat. bring for everyone if you can. if not, out you go. dont even bother to join in the fun. huhu. I shall update here for more details ok? DO TAG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-821920145707862039?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/821920145707862039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=821920145707862039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/821920145707862039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/821920145707862039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/05/class-outing-2seek3-09.html' title='class outing 2seek3 &apos;09'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-7776480749018796628</id><published>2010-05-18T19:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T19:52:46.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's happening?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who am i to you? you should be the one explaining to me why you're like that not you ask me. yes you did explain, but why you must not tell me what happen? we've been together for so long, yet you keeping things from me. so what if its family problem? even if i have family problems, i still share it with you. why? because if i dont, you will tend to ask me whats wrong and said that you're my boyfriend so i have to share. same goes to me. but if you treat me differently, not as your girlfriend, i will understand. who am i right? nothing. just someone you know. you show ignore me, this and that, and now you ask me how to settle? yes, i want to talk things out and you told me you only got 1minute. whatthefuck. no point. im hurt when you said something to ask me go back. still im stubborn. so what? u love to leave me not knowing anything and wondering about things in my mind. sigh.&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/5239634154163675767-7776480749018796628?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7776480749018796628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=7776480749018796628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/7776480749018796628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/7776480749018796628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/05/whats-happening.html' title='what&apos;s happening?'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-3450324205660070932</id><published>2010-05-03T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:29:54.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S92oALK3kpI/AAAAAAAABAc/_tLwV2_9hek/s1600/akmalnme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S92oALK3kpI/AAAAAAAABAc/_tLwV2_9hek/s320/akmalnme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466710243649491602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh my, i miss blogging! hahaha. its been erm... how long have i not been blogging? hmm.. dont know. so ya, im here now :) gonna try to update my blog even though exam are in a few.....w...days! :O still have time to online huh. -.- thats me. cross country on friday, awesome! monday, no school = DOUBLE AWESOME! had so much fun. with my hunny and friends. not forgetting, happy 1year 8months dear. :) last long, longer.  iloveyou! update tmr, if i want to. i miss blogging!&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/5239634154163675767-3450324205660070932?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/3450324205660070932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=3450324205660070932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/3450324205660070932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/3450324205660070932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-back.html' title='Im back!'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S92oALK3kpI/AAAAAAAABAc/_tLwV2_9hek/s72-c/akmalnme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-2616510411830480993</id><published>2010-03-26T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T23:03:00.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hehe. short post aje.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;wow. its been a long time since i update this blog. hehee. this going smoothly, and i like. :) thanks to my husband. ceh. im married ald. say congrats to me pls. thank you. im happy with my husband. ceh crap. fuck shut up. i've been updating my tumblr till i dont know what to update for this blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;anw, gave something to Syafi Diego.. ^^ hope he like it. hehe gonna post something in my tumblr later on. please do tag me. thank you. &lt;3&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-2616510411830480993?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/2616510411830480993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=2616510411830480993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/2616510411830480993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/2616510411830480993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/03/hehe-short-post-aje.html' title='hehe. short post aje.'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-983885064676150349</id><published>2010-03-14T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T17:13:37.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~ YAY YAY for holiday!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;okay, now whats up? oh yeah, tmr going to watch movie with my girlfriends. dinah treating us. OH YEAH. sorry hunny, cant bring you along since its our girls-day-out. shall watch movie with you some other day okay? sorry. hehe. since you want to watch with me. treat me. huahuahua. i got no money lahh. heheh. so, tmr gonna watch movie with them after that eat i guess and home. maybe. hmm... holiday but yet homework. wt!@%$&amp;amp;^ tskk. short story somemore. fcuk. troublesome only. so, tuesday training, thursday training. friday also training. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and hmm... what else? oh yeah things still not yet gone smoothly. im tired. i dont know what to do. im trying to prevent things to make it worst. but people just dont understand me. and its hard to explain and make things better. how? people hating me day by day. people leaving my life. what will i have left? nothing. i hope this thing stop as soon as possible. i cant hold on any longer. :(&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/5239634154163675767-983885064676150349?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/983885064676150349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=983885064676150349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/983885064676150349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/983885064676150349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/03/wish.html' title='wish.'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-1920709698099566461</id><published>2010-03-02T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:06:52.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>itchy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;link my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://ilovetitties.tumblr.com"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;just update to not let my blog mati so yeah, hi hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;my body its itchy right now, feels like scratching but i cant. ish ish ish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i need help lah. aiyaiyai! cant.....hold......on........any...........longer..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ergh! cant stand it already. i think i better go apply the cream now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;toodles! taggy me please!&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/5239634154163675767-1920709698099566461?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/1920709698099566461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=1920709698099566461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/1920709698099566461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/1920709698099566461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/03/itchy.html' title='itchy'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-1966519020636815686</id><published>2010-02-27T18:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T18:51:45.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Im feeling so boredddddd~ what should i do now? blog dying. HAH. keep using tumblr. now i left my blog dying. awww... currently no mood to chat with people. i dont know why. tsktsk. listening songs, surfing fb for nothing. GAH! i dont know what to do. i even plurk. yet still dry. ate asam pedas. yumyum. with kerang. woooo~ update more soon? i hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-1966519020636815686?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/1966519020636815686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=1966519020636815686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/1966519020636815686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/1966519020636815686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-feeling-so-boredddddd-what-should-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-4998236538104099162</id><published>2010-02-19T11:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:44:14.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updating!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Finally its friday. thank god!!!!! if not i will be suffering from sleepy eyes in class especially during Mother Tongue. god! Lesson today was okay. i love PE. hahaha. can train myself. everytime run. phew. im active during PE. ^^ today training was in hall then another few hours at basketball court due to the badminton player using hall at 3-6pm. YAY to them. but training wasnt bad. had fun yet tiring. phew. i scratch my own hand. :( and it bleed. D': help! and the skin peel off. wtf. but now not bleeding but hurting. its painful, ish. pain. not my good week i think. the day before i hurt my own thumb my closing my toilet door and the door stuck so suddenly it close and yeah, my thumb involve. lucky nothing much happen. but overall, this week fucking damn tiring!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-4998236538104099162?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/4998236538104099162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=4998236538104099162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/4998236538104099162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/4998236538104099162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/02/updating.html' title='updating!!'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-1734362366526021392</id><published>2010-02-18T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T00:16:13.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>once again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S31eKMfwdcI/AAAAAAAABAU/2J7B5Ot7_Is/s1600-h/danial8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S31eKMfwdcI/AAAAAAAABAU/2J7B5Ot7_Is/s320/danial8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439607454179554754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;okay, valentine? [heee ^^ if only he were mine. *faints* heehe.] didnt celebrate it. but i still had fun. sweetheart asked me after my birthday. that is why sweetheart. HEHE its so already over. -.- hehe. i want to watch valentines day now. Gahh!! thanks to my sweetheart treating me toothfairy. ^^ hehehehe. love you muchmuch. (: muah! i want watch it with you. sab! lets watch and stare jacob black, MY taylor lautner. hehehe. ^^ update blog already. no more matimati! &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/5239634154163675767-1734362366526021392?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/1734362366526021392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=1734362366526021392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/1734362366526021392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/1734362366526021392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/02/once-again.html' title='once again'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S31eKMfwdcI/AAAAAAAABAU/2J7B5Ot7_Is/s72-c/danial8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-8985208669425216360</id><published>2010-02-15T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T23:10:35.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>So sad to see the blogs dying. Well, baby didn't update cause she has tumblr and all her focus are into tumblr. How sad it is. haha. just helping baby updating her blog cause she doesn't want her blog to be dead. just to tell you readers we visited hafiz on saturday. He was conscious but couldn't move or talk much. He's right side of the body was badly hurt. Just pray for him and wish all the best to him aite. I'm done for now. Baby, you should be thankful eh i updatekan you. heh. I love you, Baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-8985208669425216360?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/8985208669425216360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=8985208669425216360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/8985208669425216360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/8985208669425216360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/02/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-5433596148910021593</id><published>2010-02-09T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:50:39.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S3FpkAyyOxI/AAAAAAAABAM/hommJSf0YeM/s1600-h/DSC03758-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S3FpkAyyOxI/AAAAAAAABAM/hommJSf0YeM/s320/DSC03758-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436242292622113554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S3FpjjfxrBI/AAAAAAAAA_8/ABYpZCg4wxM/s1600-h/DSC03752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S3FpjjfxrBI/AAAAAAAAA_8/ABYpZCg4wxM/s320/DSC03752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436242284757756946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S3FpjQu5sgI/AAAAAAAAA_0/DCJ-OqpnDvI/s1600-h/DSC03750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S3FpjQu5sgI/AAAAAAAAA_0/DCJ-OqpnDvI/s320/DSC03750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436242279720923650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S3FpixUaPbI/AAAAAAAAA_s/lHp-iL51dVw/s1600-h/DSC03749.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/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S3FpixUaPbI/AAAAAAAAA_s/lHp-iL51dVw/s320/DSC03749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436242271288311218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, basically, that was on monday, my birthday. had fun like i said. and yeah, today went out again. with afi. yay. thanks to him for the tix for toothfairy ^^ hehhee. it was not expected. but yeah, i like. heh. the movie was awesome especially the hot guy. *melts* the cake was bought by yuli. the bear necklace and stuff, from my three darlings - Jia min, huiqi and jasmine. the note is from my laopo- jasmine. hhehe. thanks people for the wish and hugs and kisses and presents and the birthday song. (: appreciate it much even if its a little things you did. lovelove &lt;3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;english enrichment speech is not yet done! fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-5433596148910021593?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/5433596148910021593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=5433596148910021593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/5433596148910021593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/5433596148910021593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/02/birthday.html' title='birthday'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S3FpkAyyOxI/AAAAAAAABAM/hommJSf0YeM/s72-c/DSC03758-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-6164758629175953532</id><published>2010-02-07T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:35:55.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5......4.......3.......2.......1..... BOMB! not yet my birthday. hahaha! less then half and hour dokkk~ i feel sorry for afi. making him worried when i was pissed just now. lets forget about it. :) shall not ruin my birthday day. hehehehehe. lovelovelove.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-6164758629175953532?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/6164758629175953532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=6164758629175953532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/6164758629175953532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/6164758629175953532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/02/5.html' title=''/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-2443154123739785431</id><published>2010-02-07T16:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:13:35.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enjoying my last day.................of being 14. -.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sorry for leaving my blog dead. heh. i dont know what to update. okay now i know. going 1year older tmr. cant wait but not ready to be 15. WHY IT HAS TO BE ON MONDAY!?!!!? damn. so unlucky. monday already my burstday, i mean birthday. hahah. not ready cause i want enjoy my sweet 14. and its almost 5plus already. tsktsktsk. people come chatting with me saying im going to be 15 soon, and some wishes me early. wow. i wonder how tmr gonna be like :O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-2443154123739785431?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/2443154123739785431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=2443154123739785431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/2443154123739785431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/2443154123739785431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/02/enjoying-my-last-dayof-being-14.html' title='enjoying my last day.................of being 14. -.-'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-2637903224328631018</id><published>2010-02-04T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T02:47:31.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I miss you. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i miss hugging you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-2637903224328631018?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/2637903224328631018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=2637903224328631018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/2637903224328631018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/2637903224328631018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/02/heh.html' title='heh'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-4826265206312293020</id><published>2010-02-04T02:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T02:42:04.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love me love me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i wonder, why cant we be happy like now, when we're together? i am having a great day everytime im with you. no quarrel. do you glad that we didnt quarrel so quite a couple of days. :) i wonder why cant we be like this when we're together. we can, but only for awhile. thanks to you for making my day last few days. but somethings just doesn't go right when i see something. shall not talk about it. too bad, no more us, so cant always be with you and be happy like now. how i wish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;and not forgetting, thanks for wishing me yesterday even though we're not together. so we shall say,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt; supposed-to-be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1year 5months anniversary. :)&lt;/span&gt; im happy that you wished, cause there's once, you didnt wish me but i did wish you, when we're together. so, thanks so much. and the chocolate you paid for me. ^^ loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-4826265206312293020?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/4826265206312293020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=4826265206312293020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/4826265206312293020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/4826265206312293020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-me-love-me.html' title='love me love me'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-5654542980429403423</id><published>2010-02-01T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:17:53.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;im tired! yes Im T-I-R-E-D! gahhh, today stayed in school till 6.30. did my math. but i dont know how to do MF !! fuck. no idea. :( tmr die. yes, i will DIE. how? people? help me :( then english enrichment. how to do the speech????????????????????????? i dont have idea lah! i dont want perform. i have stage fright. NONONOOOO!! if i were to do my english speech tmr? i dont think i can, tmr there's training! confirm tired and lazy. WAHHHHHHHHHPIANG! can i not go training tmr? i need to finish up all my work. i cant do my homework at home. confirm messy like dot dot dot. aiyaaaaa. how? please. i headache already thinking. so packed!! sec 3.......AIYO! pening kepale aku. tsktsktsk. mati-mati-mati! GAHhhhhhhh! i will consider if i will be going for training okay? i really cant decide now. i need time to do my speech. if i cant come, sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-5654542980429403423?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/5654542980429403423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=5654542980429403423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/5654542980429403423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/5654542980429403423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/02/how.html' title='how?'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-7391739974016212956</id><published>2010-01-31T23:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T23:28:55.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loves</title><content type='html'>went to jp with sister, bought contact lens. yay. accompany sister buy stuff. went back, online. ate nasi penyet, fucking hot and lips become sexy, as in red and big. AHHAHH. then stomach upset, couldn't take it and went to toilet. lol. phone VERY silent. trying to change. cant contact anyone now. showing that i love him. yes, i miss him. :( you should thank your friend for cheering me up. not accusing them. haha, nvm. appreciate it lots. thanks buddies/friend/anyone. :) i wont forget you. trust me. i wonder if i should update my tumblr. maybe not today. homework- F&amp;amp;N. not yet done. doing it soon. hehe. i miss afi. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ilovetitties.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-7391739974016212956?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7391739974016212956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=7391739974016212956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/7391739974016212956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/7391739974016212956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/loves.html' title='loves'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-5710340862401174321</id><published>2010-01-31T01:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T01:55:24.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarang haeyo'/><title type='text'>wo ai ni</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I want to watch toothfairy and Valentines day!!! gosh. afi, lets watch together yok. *winkwink* hehee, i miss watching movies with you. :( lets go out,..................when i have the monehh. hhehehe ^^ i want watch those two movies. like seriously! waiting to get my moneh back from my daddy. AHhhhhhh! hurry lah! i in need of cash! alamak. spoil only. tsktsktsk. gahhhhhh, oh ya! next month going out with cousin when i have cash. but i dont think im going to have it. sicko! blanja me lah. my birthday coming you know. HEHEHEHEEH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hmmm..... like i know, my blog isn't dead yet even though i have another blog. im not gonna leave this blog like this. it contain lots and lots and lots of memories of me and afi. :) ^^ i love it. i want to keep it. hehehee. afiiiiiiiii ! i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-5710340862401174321?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/5710340862401174321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=5710340862401174321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/5710340862401174321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/5710340862401174321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/wo-ai-ni.html' title='wo ai ni'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-9029965814613492195</id><published>2010-01-30T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:22:34.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beginner.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;people, im trying out new stuff today. hahaha, using tumblr. wtf. lol. i wonder why people so into tumblr. so i trying it out today, was so not used to it. asked shekyn for help. thanks to her. so, im here to say, ask me if you guys want to see my tumblr. thanks. hahahaa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;today chat with afi. hehehehhehe^^ like awww... so long he didnt chat with me like that. if not, i wont be happy. hahaha. yes i know i've been talking so much about guys. but yeah, its just for me to cheer myself up. cause he weren't not the one that make me happy lately. so, yeah, my guyfriends were there to cheer me up, i shared my problems with them. but hey, im glad to have a friend like them cause they can know how a girl feels. :D right friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-9029965814613492195?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/9029965814613492195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=9029965814613492195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/9029965814613492195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/9029965814613492195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/beginner.html' title='beginner.'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-8131004160763212920</id><published>2010-01-29T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T23:37:36.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SUUUUUUUUUUUUUP? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;today is friday. YAY FRIDAY! amin. thank god it is the last day of the week. phewwww. this week so tired. haha. today lesson was EL-CH-EM-RECESS-SS like seriously, time flies so fast today. hahahaha. morning was kinda pissed with him cause not yet cool down enough and he already talk to me. but after school was kinda okay, after training was totally okay but, nvm i dont know myself. i've been listening to baby- justin bieber. in my opinion, its like as if its in the same situation as you. but not really i guess. keep repeating the song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ehhh wait, i forgot what to blog about. hmmm.. nvm. oh yah, i forgot about it. *slaphead* i went to gek poh to accompany acahhbelo just now at 9. just to buy a drink. as she wanting it. pity her. talking about pity, i pity Yuli. tsk3. cheer up kay baby? come to me if you need a hug. i'll give you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;afi, actually, i dont know why i did that to you. maybe i was disappointed with you so i was thinking that, if you can do it, why cant i. i dont know why but i know i shouldn't do that to you. i know it hurt you alot. im sorry if i did that. for me, its so unfair. really unfair. :( i only contact with the guy and saying stuff like that, but you did more way than that. i know its ur friend, its my friend too. so whats the different? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-8131004160763212920?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/8131004160763212920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=8131004160763212920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/8131004160763212920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/8131004160763212920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/baby.html' title='baby..'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-7971316360565754842</id><published>2010-01-28T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T19:07:28.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;everyone is changing. sigh. i got no one to share my feeling with. except through my blog. :'( i cried yesterday night, and i got to sleep at 3.30am. im hurt thinking about what he said to me. i feel so stupid. i know i shouldn't be thinking about you but i cant. you treat me bad and i dont think i want to meet or see you anymore. it is just hurting me even more. :'( i give up. i give up in everything. and i dont thin my birthday is going to be happy moment. current life like this? on my birthday? so not good. i keep on having this feeling. i want to cry. i dont this anymore. i want this from you. im tired. Urgh! i feel like screaming. so that i can cry my heart out and loud! i had enough keeping it inside. no one know how i feel. no one understand. ); feel like hurting myself but no, i dont want do such thing like slashing. erghhhhhh!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-7971316360565754842?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7971316360565754842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=7971316360565754842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/7971316360565754842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/7971316360565754842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/everyone-is-changing.html' title=''/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-2665241284017491290</id><published>2010-01-28T17:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T18:36:31.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;school's fine. not much talk for me. woke up at 6.30, bath with sister, laughing cause we talk while brushing teeth and a small bubble appear. haha. went to school. read book and its MF. blablabla, MT, then Math. recess- trying to avoid him. not gonna look at him. pass syafiq his paper. anw, welcome even though i said it ald, scared you might not heard it. heh. so, Physics had test. kinda difficult. english, okay, didnt do hmwk! then chemistry, okay. hahaha. after that,avoid him by walking long and and find english teacher and lucky no scolding. heh. stayed back awhile and went back home. today i feel like a good girl. been so quiet. :( cause i dont feel like talking alot like how i used to. tskkkkkkk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-2665241284017491290?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/2665241284017491290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=2665241284017491290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/2665241284017491290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/2665241284017491290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/schools-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-5615964180613704654</id><published>2010-01-27T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T01:29:05.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apology</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thanks to you, i feel that everyone hating me now. yes YOU! :'( im sorry people. i didnt mean to make you guys in trouble by contacting you and he's finding you. :'( im so sorry. i feel bad, stupid,mean. thanks syafi. sigh. i dont feel like talking to people tmr. i just feel bad, disappointed, upset. sigh. i get everyone into trouble. yes me. maybe i should not contact you guys. its my fault. i shouldn't let you guys in trouble. but i cant help it. i need someone to cheer me up. and thank you people for cheering me up. im glad to have you guys that can cheer me up. especially you, Friend. and i think its better for you guys to stay away from me. i dont want anyone to get into trouble anymore. its already 2/3 people involve. but hopefully its not adding up. just stay away from me for now. im sorry. &lt;3&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/5239634154163675767-5615964180613704654?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/5615964180613704654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=5615964180613704654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/5615964180613704654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/5615964180613704654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/thanks-to-you-i-feel-that-everyone.html' title='apology'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-6613868534529926686</id><published>2010-01-27T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T23:07:28.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ignore the previous post. shall update about today. having PE for the first lesson of the day, had fun playing with Jia min, Nadiyah and elza. lmao. scared of balls. tsk3. so after that math, omg, that stalker. _|_ had mother tongue after that, changed to uniform. recess. was feeling a bit down as i wasnt being treated well by my friends. well, what can i say. i cant do anything. feeling a bit upset about it but not making a big fuss. after that was MF, failed my test :( like badly. no words can describe. HAHA. history after that. was asked to do a project. thanks ah, im the MO. -.- and i need to do the work. walao. not fair. :( why im so unlucky. then had assembly, natyqa rock my socks. my bff. HAH. she was with me all along today. after school had a bite with her too, not with my usual friends.  i dont know why. she's fun to be with. not trying to take her from anyone but just glad she's there to be with me. English enrichment was okay, the presentation was okay, nervous at first but im okay after that. hehehe ^^ so, watched rugby match just for him, waited for him but get a shit from him. like i said, thanks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;after all i sacrifices for you, i went back with a hurt feeling. im proud of you. im disappointed with you. almost cry while climbing up the stairs but you know, i dont cry in public. thanks to you. i feel so stupid sacrificing my time for you and you doing this to me everytime. hope that today is the last day im meeting you, sacrifice my time for you ok? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-6613868534529926686?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/6613868534529926686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=6613868534529926686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/6613868534529926686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/6613868534529926686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-6912824203507286083</id><published>2010-01-27T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:34:32.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm sorry if i hurt u, again. I trusted u. I thought u wouldn't do this, contacting with other guys. i thought u were straight. You proved me wrong. I couldn't blame u because i myself at fault. I checked without telling u. If u say u love me, then please don't do these things. I don't like it and u know how mad i can be right? Baby, please forgive me. i know in your heart u might say "senang ah ckp sorry" Baby, I don't want this to be the end. Please, forgive me. I can't bear losing u just like that. Baby, i'm sorry from the bottom of my heart.&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/5239634154163675767-6912824203507286083?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/6912824203507286083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=6912824203507286083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/6912824203507286083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/6912824203507286083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-1366944387296970012</id><published>2010-01-26T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T21:22:44.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh fuck! today my bag so heavy. like seriously. if i were to put all the books inside my bag, confirm my backbone crack. heh. so i carry 2books on my hand. so, ms aida giving attitude to me. like there's no need for her to say that. thanks ahh. afi didnt come to school, yes i miss him. but dont want talk about it. fuck. recess, no empty seats! grrr.. training today, ended early as it was burning hot. tmr C div, goodluck peeps! win for us. hahaha! hopefully. lucky coach mood today okay. phew. head home, bath, lappy. even still, someone make my day worst. thanks!!!!!!!! ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;like i say, if you didnt start it first, i wont do it. since you want add more girls in it, go on! yes, im jealous. and now? sape jealous skrg ni? mcm gitu lah aku rase. Urgh! im so freaking P-O. it started okay and end like shit. wowwwwwwww! i love my life alot! *roll-eyes* i feel so fucked up. like really fucked up. :'( i did that because of you! you act as if nothing happen. fine! you do what you like, i do what I like. happy now? dont blame me for putting other guys name. so how you feeling? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;not having a good day, stomach cramp? idk why. :( gonna do hmwk now. gotta go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-1366944387296970012?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/1366944387296970012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=1366944387296970012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/1366944387296970012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/1366944387296970012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-fuck-today-my-bag-so-heavy.html' title=''/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-8314219406150473765</id><published>2010-01-25T19:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:47:30.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S12EWrLuJZI/AAAAAAAAA_U/dw0A55vMC4s/s1600-h/yeah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S12EWrLuJZI/AAAAAAAAA_U/dw0A55vMC4s/s320/yeah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430642250762560914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;yes. its true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;ifah tumblr.&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/5239634154163675767-8314219406150473765?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/8314219406150473765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=8314219406150473765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/8314219406150473765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/8314219406150473765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S12EWrLuJZI/AAAAAAAAA_U/dw0A55vMC4s/s72-c/yeah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-4995204802723014371</id><published>2010-01-25T19:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:38:43.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pooh bear please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S118u5-InEI/AAAAAAAAA_M/xA8ZdNOcSAo/s1600-h/DSC01213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S118u5-InEI/AAAAAAAAA_M/xA8ZdNOcSAo/s320/DSC01213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430633870955945026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh yeah oh yeah! today had practical. swiss roll and cookies huh. nice! see who make it. heheehehehe. lucky afi pass barney the apron. if not,mati. during F&amp;amp;N, receive chocolate. hehe ^^ thank you! then had english and malay. Gahhhhhhhhhhhh~ you talk to me. hahaha. i know you know *winkwink* hehehehe. after school, receive another chocolate. like hell yeah! thank you very much,friend. weeeeeeeee~ and after that, all become my bestfriend ald. -.- right? lol. ate it when reach home. heh. i like! thank you! hehe. you talk to me eh. ^^ yuli won the match. god. good for her. unlike me eh. tsk2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;chat with my buddy just now. weeee~ he on his webcam. yay! miss him lor. hahahaha. tc buddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and i forgot almost forgot something but nah, i wont! hehe. 2more weeks people! hehehe. check out your calender! hehehehe. i want something purr-lease!!! :( can? i want pooh bear. the one at jp, at MCKY unlimited shop. got big pooh bear leh :) i want that can? anyone? hahahaaha! if someone can buy me that, i love you 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10 times. *winkwink. ahahahah! kidding! &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/5239634154163675767-4995204802723014371?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/4995204802723014371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=4995204802723014371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/4995204802723014371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/4995204802723014371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/pooh-bear-please.html' title='pooh bear please?'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S118u5-InEI/AAAAAAAAA_M/xA8ZdNOcSAo/s72-c/DSC01213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-7938175968003308276</id><published>2010-01-24T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:50:26.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sigh. i wonder, do you understand me? i know im nothing to you but there's no need for you to say that. yes im jealous but still you think its nothing. okay fine. since you think its nothing, fine. add more girls. you dont know yet you still accept. plus, many more girls waiting for sure adding you. fine fine. continue eh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-7938175968003308276?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7938175968003308276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=7938175968003308276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/7938175968003308276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/7938175968003308276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-6688749528992115218</id><published>2010-01-24T13:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:01:42.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smelly belly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today, i dont know why i woke up early. i woke up at 10 if im not wrong. shocking eh? hahahah! so, till now, still have not bath yet. gonna bath soon. maybe. lol. received msg from people. heh, i like! they miss me. ceh wth. hahahah. currently chatting with afi. and listening to music. afi so stubborn la okay. still reading the post. i put private then u know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i love my friend! heh. very sweet and caring. *winkwink* must say good things eh. if not, later merajok. ceh. you must kenal2 my friend you know. you wont regret having my friend as your friend. :S confused sia. heh. im very lucky to have a friend like friend. hehehe. understand? :D i love friend. hahahaha! ok friend? i dont know what to write la. -.- gahhhhhhhhh. ahahah shall update later. at night maybe. should i bath now? later people call me smelly -.- kene masham kepe? thanks ahhh. hahaha. byeeeeee~ and oh, my thumb still hurts. :(((((((((( and im coughing! whats this? :(((( i dont want cough. i want sore throat only. eh cannot later my friend angry. hehehee&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/5239634154163675767-6688749528992115218?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-4296263080097208871</id><published>2010-01-24T11:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T11:45:25.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wondering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S1vB_SYM_DI/AAAAAAAAA_E/j0YVcJicC_A/s1600-h/pic.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S1vB_SYM_DI/AAAAAAAAA_E/j0YVcJicC_A/s320/pic.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430147068734536754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lala's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-4296263080097208871?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/4296263080097208871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=4296263080097208871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/4296263080097208871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/4296263080097208871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/wondering.html' title='wondering'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S1vB_SYM_DI/AAAAAAAAA_E/j0YVcJicC_A/s72-c/pic.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-7261876463333084341</id><published>2010-01-24T11:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T11:42:37.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when i say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hang up - Don’t hang up because I’d be tempted to hear your voice again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate you - I hate that I love you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dont care - I care &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go away - Come back&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leave me alone - Don’t leave me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call me - You better call me within the next 3 seconds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss you - I miss your voice, touch, and smell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need you - I’m nothing without you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I lost my breath - You take my breath away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I’m cold - Can you hug me? / Can you put your sweater over me?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My hand is cold - Hold my hand and never let go&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love you - I LOVE YOU&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;found this at lala's blog. awwwwwwwww.... its so true! And i like :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-7261876463333084341?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7261876463333084341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=7261876463333084341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/7261876463333084341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/7261876463333084341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-i-say.html' title='when i say...'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-696593096574662621</id><published>2010-01-22T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T21:59:50.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;School was normal. after school had match, bus leave at 3.15 so school ended at 12.30 and there's more then enough time to get ready. so, changed and warm up. blablabla. cca fair everywhere. lol so left school and head to hua yi. lost. disappointed. almost cry but didnt. felt like a loser. but cant be bothered. fate. nbcb. :( hurt my another thumb. so now, both thumb hurts. help me. :( went head back to school. some crying. met with yuli and barney. waited for flag and went back home. feeling stupid. sigh. hurt both of my thumb but still not winning. noob. ish! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-696593096574662621?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/696593096574662621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=696593096574662621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/696593096574662621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/696593096574662621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-good.html' title='good good.'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-7635923515797694098</id><published>2010-01-21T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T22:46:51.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;however, you spoilt my mood in everything. :'( i was having disappointment in someways and you adding it up. sigh. my heart were stabbed by countless of times when you say that. have you ever think before you bring up this topic? how many times have you do this thing and make me feel down? i already feel bad, you add it up. thanks! i was having fun chatting with people and you spoilt my mood in everything. how great is that. im controlling myself not to get irritated by people who are chatting with me. nvm, cant be bother about this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-7635923515797694098?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7635923515797694098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=7635923515797694098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/7635923515797694098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/7635923515797694098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/however-you-spoilt-my-mood-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-479606819103619406</id><published>2010-01-21T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:59:41.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today i smile a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And people smiled at me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but im pissed when i cant have the peace. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-479606819103619406?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/479606819103619406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=479606819103619406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/479606819103619406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/479606819103619406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-i-smile-alot.html' title='random'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-8082262853657470496</id><published>2010-01-21T19:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:42:49.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, basically, im back from jp. today school was okay. nothing much happen. no training or match. so, went out with syafi to walk around. its been so long since i go out with him. :( went for a bite first, saw my cousin. wow, grow so tall ald. or is it im the one who didnt grow? i think its me. hah. shut up.  and walk around. gosh, i feel like hugging syafi. goshhh. i want hug him! while walking, dad and mum calling me but i cant receive, they msg asking to call them. no pp8 how to call??! i want go out also no peace. dick. then after getting all the msgs and calls(-.-), straight away plan to go home. so freaking pissed. spoilt my mood. sorry syafi. but nvm, you make me smile. thanks. he want to know the answer. but i didnt tell him. its a yes i guess. ^^ love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-8082262853657470496?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/8082262853657470496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=8082262853657470496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/8082262853657470496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/8082262853657470496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-need-you.html' title='i need you'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-1005672551382464975</id><published>2010-01-21T02:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T02:25:09.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;1. Know how to make her smile when she's down.&lt;br /&gt;2. When a girl says she's sad, but she isn't crying, it means she's crying in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;3. A girl can't find anything to hate about the guy she loves.&lt;br /&gt;4. Girls love it when a guy she likes come up behind her, put his arms around her, squeezes her tightly against his chest, and whisper softly in her ear.&lt;br /&gt;5. If a girl loves a guy, he will always be on her mind. [more like 24/7]&lt;br /&gt;6. A girl likes to hear compliments, but usually doesn't know how to react to them.&lt;br /&gt;7. A simple hi can brighten a girl's day.&lt;br /&gt;8. Keep in mind to be happy in front of her. She'll think you're not having fun.&lt;br /&gt;9. Try to make her laugh; it will come in handy when you don't have anything to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;10. Girls like it when you play with their hair.&lt;br /&gt;11. Call for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;12. Be patient when she takes forever to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;13. Dance with her even if you feel stupid.&lt;br /&gt;14. When a particular guy flirts with a girl very often, a girl would start thinking the guy likes her.&lt;br /&gt;15. Being too serious can turn a girl off.&lt;br /&gt;16. Don't try to guess a girl's feelings. Ask her.&lt;br /&gt;17. Plan romantic date full of cheesy things; a girl loves to feel special.&lt;br /&gt;18. Always give her a peck on the cheek when you depart from each other, even when friends are watching.&lt;br /&gt;19. Trust each other. If you don't, just end it right now before trouble starts.&lt;br /&gt;20. Take her everywhere you go with your friends. If she can't come, say you will miss her. Don't invite anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;21. Keep your promises; a girl remembers everything the guy she loves tells her.&lt;br /&gt;22. Keep a calendar. Remember her birthday and your anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;23. If you love her, tell her once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;24. Let her fall asleep on you.&lt;br /&gt;25. Don't let your friends talk to her too much. They'll steal her away from you.&lt;br /&gt;26. When you ask a girl what's wrong she'll never tell you the whole thing, maybe nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;27. Hugs are the best medicine.&lt;br /&gt;28. Girls hate it when a guy leaves her to do something, but she will understand because she loves you.&lt;br /&gt;29. Tell her she looks great even if she doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;30. Hearing the words I love you is a great reassurance to a girl, that she is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;31. Smile a lot.&lt;br /&gt;32. Buy her something once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;33. Make a big deal when you get to see her, even if you're embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;34. Always ring the doorbell.&lt;br /&gt;35. Kisses on the neck make a girl tingle.&lt;br /&gt;36. Leave her little messages that she can read later when you're not around.&lt;br /&gt;37. Hold her during a movie.&lt;br /&gt;38. Appreciate her.&lt;br /&gt;39. When she falls asleep and her hair is in her face, tuck it behind her ear for her.&lt;br /&gt;40. When girls go to the restroom together, they're gossiping about you.&lt;br /&gt;41. Be first and last to wish her a happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;42. Never tell a girl she's useless in any way.&lt;br /&gt;43. When you play games always let her win.&lt;br /&gt;44. It's OK to give her a peck on the cheek or the forehead when she's sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;45. When a girl goes out of her way to see you, make it worth it.&lt;br /&gt;46. Love means devotion, caring, and happiness to a girl, in that order.&lt;br /&gt;47. Stick up for her but still be respectful of her independence.&lt;br /&gt;48. Be playful.&lt;br /&gt;49. Tell the truth. Don't try to impress her, she loves you for you.&lt;br /&gt;50. Girls want nothing more than to feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;found this at FyedaAgger's blog. so true! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i want this.&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/5239634154163675767-1005672551382464975?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/1005672551382464975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=1005672551382464975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/1005672551382464975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/1005672551382464975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/please.html' title='please'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-793830545501102823</id><published>2010-01-19T21:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:20:22.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sister blood. hah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S1W7OAgOzUI/AAAAAAAAA-8/dTNb0NuaMXI/s1600-h/DSC03454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S1W7OAgOzUI/AAAAAAAAA-8/dTNb0NuaMXI/s320/DSC03454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428450775192751426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;look alike? not. heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hey people! atlast im back to posting. im lazy to update since no one tagging. *yawn* monday tournament was bad eh. no scoldings blablabla, today, training outdoor. under the hothot sun. like fuck. now like bangala. -.- ish. coach was like tooot. cannot elaborate. its just too much. hah. feel like crying after that. and only yuli know. sigh. coach was giving me attitude. i was like whatever. i dont give a damn anymore. fuck off. ceh. so, was seriously tired. went back with yuli and barney. tmr match against shuqun. god! help help. we're dead. :( ish. im tired. Zzz&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/5239634154163675767-793830545501102823?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/793830545501102823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=793830545501102823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/793830545501102823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/793830545501102823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/sister-blood-hah.html' title='sister blood. hah'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S1W7OAgOzUI/AAAAAAAAA-8/dTNb0NuaMXI/s72-c/DSC03454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-7243446593298893042</id><published>2010-01-17T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:39:17.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel down thinking about it. i know its nothing for you. but i just dont like it. :'( i dont want to think about it but i cant help it. the feeling is just so erghhhhh... i dont know ah. i know its stupid but what to do. cant help it. i feel like deleting it. ish ish ish! i feel like crying but for what? i feel like pissed off but for what? ergh!!!!!!! cb lah. :((( help me! imy. iny. i need hugs. ish!!!!! whatever. ignore this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-7243446593298893042?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7243446593298893042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=7243446593298893042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/7243446593298893042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/7243446593298893042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-feel-down-thinking-about-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-8340893290585795632</id><published>2010-01-17T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:57:06.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thank god im feeling much better. if not, i wont be able to go to school and even the tournament! they will die since not enough player. tsk2. yesterday after i post, i check my temperature it was 38.3 and in the morning, at 8plus, i check, 39.3. gosh. very hot eh me. hehehe! ^^ but lucky im feeling much better if not, my head feels so heavy. phew.. so, today im posting and updating my blog myself since afi didnt update i guess he didnt online today. looks like it. hmm. nvm. tmr tournament. im so dead. no jersey, no where to be found. wtf. haha. shall bring shoe and knee guards. blablabla. im done with posting. toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;imy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-8340893290585795632?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/8340893290585795632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=8340893290585795632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/8340893290585795632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/8340893290585795632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/thank-god-im-feeling-much-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-3010073956081068240</id><published>2010-01-17T03:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T03:23:48.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;great! i'm back from training and from movie. wheee~ but im sick right now :( okay, let me tell what happened. i shall say yesterday. so, yesterday, i had volleyball training like what syafi said. it was horrible i say. heh. i hurt my thumb, like again and it is still hurting. like duh. we did badly, coach was not happy. but last game was not that bad. i guess. i had fun even though coach was unhappy cause i did some slidings. [insert face] hahha. nice one! ^^ im proud. yay. ended at 8plus. my sister text me and wanted to watch sherlock holmes. waited for her, bought the tix, the show is at 11.50. went for a bite and at that point of time, i feel a lil bit unwell. went for a walk and off to the movie :D it was nice! i know i should have watch it long time ago. but hey, someone treating me, why reject? *winkwink. it end at 2 if im not wrong. no bus. yes walk. my leg are sooooooo weak! and im freezing i guess. reach home and i was glad! like finally. hahaha! currently at home is me and my sister. the rest went out. mum,dad and younger kids went to mustafa and i guess otw bak home now. big sister is at her friend house i think. me and my sister, slacking at home. im sick yet i update cause i need to post something. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:85%;" &gt;one word for you, thanks.&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/5239634154163675767-3010073956081068240?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/3010073956081068240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=3010073956081068240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/3010073956081068240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/3010073956081068240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-982280229758168466</id><published>2010-01-16T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T23:56:46.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S1HhsVWnzoI/AAAAAAAAA-k/RfeowB58MFI/s1600-h/syafi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S1HhsVWnzoI/AAAAAAAAA-k/RfeowB58MFI/s320/syafi3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427367177720680066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, syafi's here to help nad... AGAIN. well, today she had training at ite clementi.. one whole day didn't text or call her.. basically both of our prepaid has died.haha.. Well, lets hope each other top up soon yeah.. haha.. People, i miss her badly.. wanna hug and kiss her lots siaa but i can't due to some reason.. blablabla.. okay cut the crap syafi.. to ikaa, chill aite.. need anything, come talk to me.. i'll help you okay.. don't worry.. see, when people need advice or anything, i'll help.. when i myself need advice or help, i go to people.. weird right.. haha.. ok, lets end it here.. people, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;treasure every moment with you loved one deeply, they might go anytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby, afi miss you so much. afi needs you this moment. &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/5239634154163675767-982280229758168466?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/982280229758168466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=982280229758168466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/982280229758168466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/982280229758168466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-syafis-here-to-help-nad.html' title=''/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S1HhsVWnzoI/AAAAAAAAA-k/RfeowB58MFI/s72-c/syafi3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-2689814154249687246</id><published>2010-01-16T14:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T14:11:43.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;fuck fuck fuck. i hate this feeling. urgh. i just make myself down. i read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;someone's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;blog and see the pictures at somewhere. and remember the picture. like omfg. so down, very down. :( sigh. why? dont ask me. put yourself in my shoe. how would you feel? ergh! stupid stupid. i feel like going mia. or maybe just dont talk/chat with anyone unless i chat with you. ish! you should know how i feel, lady. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-2689814154249687246?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/2689814154249687246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=2689814154249687246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/2689814154249687246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/2689814154249687246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/fuck-fuck-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-8740490165669737468</id><published>2010-01-16T04:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T04:37:37.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>misses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;its 4.32 in the morning. and im still awake cause i slept just now. like so freaking tired. lol. had friendly match and we vs bukit merah sec. its a draw for B girls. when i reached home, i went straight for mt bed. like heaven and i went to lala land from 7plus till 2 in the morning just now. haha. if my mum didnt wake me up, i think i will still be sleeping. hahaha! nvm, i cant elaborate much, lets just hope afi can help me update cause my thumb hurts thanks to volleyball friendly. ^^ hehe. ok afi? thankieewww. hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-8740490165669737468?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/8740490165669737468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=8740490165669737468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/8740490165669737468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/8740490165669737468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/misses.html' title='misses'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-2511873325542288862</id><published>2010-01-14T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T22:05:57.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey peeps! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;syafi's&lt;/span&gt; here helping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nad&lt;/span&gt;... AGAIN.. See how lazy she is. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. well, currently chatting, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; and video-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Well, kinda miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nad&lt;/span&gt; badly.. Pity her cause she has training from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt; till this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;. Crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;siaa&lt;/span&gt; the coach, its not training, its TORTURING students &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;siaa&lt;/span&gt;.. Stupid coach! okay cut the crap. lets talk bout yesterday. met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nad&lt;/span&gt; after our training then sat under her block for awhile. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;SOO&lt;/span&gt; LONG didn't spent time with her. feels like as if we just know each other. one thing, I MISS HER! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; end it here peeps. enjoy life, treasure you loved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Nad&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;imissyou&lt;/span&gt; badly. i need you right now, this moment. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Nad&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Iloveyou&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/5239634154163675767-2511873325542288862?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/2511873325542288862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=2511873325542288862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/2511873325542288862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/2511873325542288862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-peeps-syafis-here-helping-nad.html' title=''/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-6423233856007035263</id><published>2010-01-13T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:28:12.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>imy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay, like seriously, im lazy to post but after seeing what syafi post, its totally scare me. lol. i wonder what else he will say if i were to ask him to help me post next time. hmm.. so, like what he said, i went out, yes. so tuesday as usual, training and stuff. i will be having training till friday. so tiring la seh. not enough sleep. :( help. tournament coming. dickhead. haha! shhhhh. my body aching at the hips, i dont know what had happen. but it really hurts me. cant walk properly and even run. how to go to school? :( i dont want school. so tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-6423233856007035263?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/6423233856007035263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=6423233856007035263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/6423233856007035263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/6423233856007035263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/imy.html' title='imy'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-7769043769686256674</id><published>2010-01-13T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T21:40:31.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hello people! syafi's here to help NADD update her blog. She's so lazy.. Actually not really lazy, she has injuries so now she's at the hospital lying helplessly. HEH!:).. Well, monday she went out with her BESTGIRLFREIND, ACAHBELO who use to study at the same MADRASAH last time. Both of them went to the library, she do her cerpen and acah don't know do what. Then 6plus, Nadd accompanied acah go to central to get her hair done. Then i think they waste time waste time.. I THINK LA. Then after that go home. Thats all peeps! See such a short post also she's lazy. AIYA! OPPS! wrong, she's lying helplessly in the hospital bed crying for help because of her RIB. So, i'll stop here. Haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To Nadd, You must thank me ahh.. HEH!&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/5239634154163675767-7769043769686256674?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7769043769686256674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=7769043769686256674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/7769043769686256674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/7769043769686256674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-people-syafis-here-to-help-nadd.html' title=''/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-2015794703503053146</id><published>2010-01-12T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T20:16:07.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: small; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;I'm sorry(insert name). I still do  love her. I still do need her. I know u want her, take good care of her and love her deeply. But, i can't possibly lie to everyone. I can't forget about her. Everything i do seems to remind me of her. I'm sorry once again. I hope our friendship won't end here. I don't want us to fight over her. I'm sorry from the bottom of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please don't hate me because of this.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-2015794703503053146?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/2015794703503053146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=2015794703503053146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/2015794703503053146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/2015794703503053146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-sorryinsert-name.html' title=''/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-3571739568655045945</id><published>2010-01-11T22:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T22:29:28.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>many have called but the chosen is you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Syafi, please. stop reading the post. i know you're reading now. but please, dont! you're jealous. yes i know. but hey, did i accept him? no, i didnt, why? because i was thinking about you. i actually have sometime to think about you whether to accept him or not. i didnt cause my heart is still with you. yes you! even if i try so hard, still i will miss you. even if i can forget the person that is you, i cant forget the memories. like a msg i receive and wanted to send it to you but i saved it in my drafts. ah, nvm. shall not continue.&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/5239634154163675767-3571739568655045945?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/3571739568655045945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=3571739568655045945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/3571739568655045945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/3571739568655045945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/many-have-called-but-chosen-is-you.html' title='many have called but the chosen is you'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-2350344862083004659</id><published>2010-01-10T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T18:49:10.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>true</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;When a girl bumps into your arm while walking with you, she wants you to hold her hand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When she wants a hug,she will just stand there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you break a girls heart, she still feels it when you run into each other 3 years later.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When a girl is quiet, millions of things are running through her mind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When a girl is not arguing, she is thinking deeply.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When a girl looks at you with eyes full of questions, she is wondering how long you will be around.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When a girl answers, “I’m fine,” after a few seconds, she is not at all fine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When a girl stares at you, she is wondering why you are playing games.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When a girl lays her head on your chest, she is wishing for you to be hers forever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When a girl says she can’t live without you, she has made up her mind that you are her future.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When a girl says, “I miss you,” ; no one in this world can miss you more than that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When a girl is mean to you after a break-up, she wants you back, but she’s scared she’ll get hurt and knows you’re gone forever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When a girl says she loves you, she really means she loves you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;yes. but guys wont even bother. right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and I found this at Sha's tumblr. Its somehow true. but ... i dont know eh.&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/5239634154163675767-2350344862083004659?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/2350344862083004659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=2350344862083004659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/2350344862083004659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/2350344862083004659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/true.html' title='true'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-2029340083083195948</id><published>2010-01-10T02:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T21:41:44.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you blame me? you accuse me? fine. if that what you want. i accept it. but one thing, is that how you show me you still love me? I ONLY ASKED YOU TO MOVE ON. and you started using 'kau aku'? thanks. im still using 'you and i' okay? and i get that? thanks. you give me sarcactic remarks, i give you back. is that how you want me? NONONONO. BIG NO! lick my leg if you want me back and your attitude like this. im so heartbroken yet you trying to break it into million pieces again. thanks!!!!!!! like aisyah said, put yourself in my shoe. how would you feel? dont you feel heartbroken? hurt? etc? do you? do you? do you? i know how you feel. i know! but its you who make me feel this way. the way you treat me its like as if im nothing. only want me when you need me. if you dont want me, you left me one side, alone. i feel like you're using me. i dont know how to say this to you. but yes, i still love you but i wont be with you unless you change your attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/NADIRA%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/NADIRA%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;not trying to hurt anyone.&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/5239634154163675767-2029340083083195948?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/2029340083083195948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=2029340083083195948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/2029340083083195948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/2029340083083195948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/nice.html' title='nice'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-5807372656632212852</id><published>2010-01-09T15:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T15:53:12.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving on my own</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0gu-KBCMCI/AAAAAAAAA-U/BF778Pl1XME/s1600-h/DSC03291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0gu-KBCMCI/AAAAAAAAA-U/BF778Pl1XME/s320/DSC03291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424637396543221794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0gu9gQhylI/AAAAAAAAA-M/mHqAZ6L8e1M/s1600-h/DSC03274edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0gu9gQhylI/AAAAAAAAA-M/mHqAZ6L8e1M/s320/DSC03274edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424637385333918290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;(i wanted to upload this pic on fb. but i took a long time to upload and maybe something stop me to upload it. :( how sad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;no more 03/09/08. no more hugs and kisses. no more tlc from you. no more us. goodbye. thanks for treating me like this. i appreciate much.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;goodluck with your new one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ouch, this period is making me sick! ish. my tummy hurts sial. nbcb. going to ite clementi at 6. leaving my house at 4.30. having training there. hopefully it wont over flow. eeeeeeeee. gosh gosh gosh. im hungry now. tsk. actually i forgot what i wanted to post. hmmm... i dont know eh. might update later when i came back late at night. gonna be at ite from 6 to 9. my hands are so itchy!! many red spots. :( nvm now im off to pack my things for later. bye~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-5807372656632212852?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/5807372656632212852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=5807372656632212852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/5807372656632212852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/5807372656632212852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/moving-on-my-own.html' title='moving on my own'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0gu-KBCMCI/AAAAAAAAA-U/BF778Pl1XME/s72-c/DSC03291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-4430867270362381013</id><published>2010-01-09T02:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T02:34:24.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;im feeling pissed. what's happening to me?!? I feel so stupid! im useless. i feel like a fool. i dont want to think about you but i cant. im tired of trying hard. i know i can but why when im about to forget you, you will start to find me?! calling me all stuff. just go move on with your life. dont bother about me anymore. im nothing to you. im just your friend and your ex. nothing more. not special to you. no more. urgh! dont msg me anymore! i feel like suffer myself all alone is better then sharing with ppl. my chest keep on hurting. i dont know why. is it because of all the crying, the pain? is it? you dont even bother. you dont even know. im having a bad year. dont you know? NO. you dont because you dont bother asking me. why? because im nothing to you. why? because im your friend. why? I broke up with you! why? you dont bother about me. and some jealousy. why? cause you dont bother about me. and you dont know about it. im so freaking pissed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and why cant i find my own friends? you dont know how i feel. yes,you're my father. you know everything about whats good for me. but hey, must i be alone and i will have the true friends? NO! if you dont talk, you wont get it lah. expect me to do what? i want to eat with them also cnnt ah? then want to make a big fuss out of it? that also wrong? you want me starving,dying? eh hello, i just came back from camp. what you expect? nice food from them? ISH! i dont fucking care anymore. ish.. why is it has to be me? why not someone else? bloody idiot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-4430867270362381013?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/4430867270362381013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=4430867270362381013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/4430867270362381013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/4430867270362381013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/feelings.html' title='feelings'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-5158424461811489672</id><published>2010-01-09T02:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T02:15:20.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i cant stop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i feel like keep on posting many many. but i dont know what to post. i got this feeling, i want to let it out but i dont know what. Gosh! its all because of him. sigh.. i hate my life. Sigh. someone has been trying to make me smile and happy. even take care of me. but i somehow say, i need time. yes, i need time. i still not ready yet. all because of him. i want to cry right now but i think its just wasting my energy and tears. its not worth it nad! ARGHHHH!!! fuck lah! nabei! help me someone!!! please!! Acahh baby, i need you!!!!! meet me please! :'( i need to talk with you and your hugs. please! im dying suffering here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-5158424461811489672?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/5158424461811489672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=5158424461811489672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/5158424461811489672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/5158424461811489672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-cant-stop.html' title='i cant stop.'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-3269147048240593790</id><published>2010-01-09T01:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T01:35:57.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was down. really down. what i thought was true. im cant lie to myself anymore. its eating inside of me. like what he say, nothing last forever. yeah, i believe in that. nothing. i hate myself for being sucha fool. yes, you were with a fool. thats me! you make me feel like one. i hate you for being with me. you should have move on and leave me behind. dont bother finding me back because im your 'first love'. its a waste of time! you have the looks,the character. im sure ppl will love you. hey, you're a guy. you can just go ard and ask for number and take them. its easy for you. its hard for me. you dont care about anything, but i do. i care for everything but who cares?! NO ONE! why you call me and wants me to follow you to the gym. go ask someone else. you should know. its better. you can get along well like how we get along. ask your friend. they go they everytime. I will be just wasting my money accompanying you. wasting my time. treat me like a stranger. i dont mind cause it just hurts me alot when i look at you. how i wish im dead. wont it be better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-3269147048240593790?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/3269147048240593790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=3269147048240593790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/3269147048240593790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/3269147048240593790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/seriously.html' title='seriously'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-4803338951196796743</id><published>2010-01-09T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T01:21:13.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>message for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thanks for treating me like this. you were my everything. dont bother contacting me anymore. one after another. thank you so much. dont ever think of getting back to me. im sick and tired of you. thank you. please, dont bother post something on my blog. dont visit this blog anymore. my heart broke into pieces. nothing left for you. I gave you everything that you want. my love,care and concern but what did i get back? some fucked up attitude from you? thank you so much lah. i think its better for you to move on lah. dont bother thinking about me, your 'first love'. just take as if we didnt have anything before. just throw all the memories away. everything. u didnt prove anything to me. you're making me sick! you make my life miserable. i hate you! Everytime i see your face, it hurts me deeper. why? cause you reminds me of the past! the fucking past. all the things you did to me! thanks. you lie/hurt me. what else do you want? still not enough? fuck you, i say. Im not gonna look at you or talk to you. dont you talk to me or look at me. i dont know you, you dont know me. i hate you. :'( im sure you still smoking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; only-i-know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: im sorry. im not yet ready. my heart was still with him. im trying my best to forget him. im scared to be in love again. someone proved to me. ppl will change when they're together. i just need more time. i know you're trying your best to make me smile and happy. yes, i appreciate it very much. if you feel rejected, im sorry cause somebody broke my heart deeply. you're scared that you cant do a good job in taking care of me right? i know. give me time. atleast if im down, it wont remind me of someone i used to love very much. i need more time. if you really love me, you wont mind waiting. am i right? you wont mind change the things that i dont like. you know what i mean.  im sorry if you feel rejected but i was glad you told me the truth. ily,buddy. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-4803338951196796743?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/4803338951196796743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=4803338951196796743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/4803338951196796743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/4803338951196796743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/message-for-you.html' title='message for you'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-5247128245933036164</id><published>2010-01-08T13:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T15:07:18.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hunny, im home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, firstly, Im back from camp. it was quite awesome having instructor malek with us. So, i was assign to group 1 same as shasha and sofia. thats the only malay girls. let me list out what we did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;- day one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;had briefing and planned a cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;took our stuff to the chalet. dorm 5.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lunch. below standard. yucks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had our activities. abseiling. rain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go back to the big tent,gather.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;played some games, murderer and police. nice game.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dinner, singing campfire songs if im not wrong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A night walk. now i know how it was done. HAHA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shower and poof! goodnight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;- day two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;breakfast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;challenge ropes course.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;was force to do the activity which we have to walk on the two lines w/o holding anything. scary! it was instructor malek who asked me to do. pfft!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lunch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;off to kayaking and sea rafting. funfun. tan and tanner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shower and dinner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;campfire. did some cheer. fun but quite boring.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;group reflection and supper.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eyes heavy during campfire so bedtime&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;- day three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;pack thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;breakfast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;area cleaning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;briefing again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;back home! yay!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but i miss the fun, especially intructor malek. hahaha, given name by him was mentel number 2. first was shasha, third was sofia. HAHA. he keep looking at me,smiling. ishh. scary. so, its okay. shall bump into him one day. wheeeee~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-5247128245933036164?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/5247128245933036164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=5247128245933036164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/5247128245933036164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/5247128245933036164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/hunny-im-home.html' title='hunny, im home!'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-178472546525229368</id><published>2010-01-06T01:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T01:57:16.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss me'/><title type='text'>will be away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0N9ZT4W_qI/AAAAAAAAA-E/6a5VXTe-NxY/s1600-h/IMG_0608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0N9ZT4W_qI/AAAAAAAAA-E/6a5VXTe-NxY/s320/IMG_0608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423316250071072418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;not my year. really. YEM was my malay teacher. great eh. -.- fuck. other lesson was okay. i guess. some subject same as dinah and yuli. yay! before i forget, during morning assembly, our class was called out. standing in front of others cause some people not sitting in their index or in order. so was asked to sit in order when WE are already in order. stupid indians. pfft! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;had training, at first was okay, then it turns bad. yes, coach spike the ball and almost hit me but i got to push it. im lucky and it was fast. i feel so one kind. i feel like crying. yes, crying cause i feel weird. coach was mad, i was pissed off, he give attitude to me. FUCK lah. i feel like walking off but i dont want cause dont want to create a scene. so i just control my emotion. talking about emotion, when i was controlling, it reminds me of syafi and i cool myself down. plus i had difficulty in breathing. i dont know why. just it hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;went back,bath, online, off to jp. get one good news,for me. bought contact for camp. hehehe. so, from today till friday. wont be online i guess. having sec 3 camp. i'll ask someone to update it for me. buddy, help me can? hahha! now, im still packing my things. wooooo~ cool. okay, better continue packing or else, mum nag at me! bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-178472546525229368?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/178472546525229368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=178472546525229368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/178472546525229368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/178472546525229368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/will-be-away.html' title='will be away'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0N9ZT4W_qI/AAAAAAAAA-E/6a5VXTe-NxY/s72-c/IMG_0608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-1497161562476777327</id><published>2010-01-05T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T03:23:26.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i wonder, why do i bother thinking about you when im the one who asked for it? Sometimes, i dont feel regret asking for it cause no more quarrelling,jealousy, etc. but sometimes, i do feel regret cause im missing a piece of me and im missing you. You are like a friend to a brother to a boyfriend but now, i dont know what we are.  you like a friend to me cause you care for me. you like a brother to me cause i feel like im your sister getting hugs. you like a boyfriend cause you love me. now, i dont know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;at night, i keep on wondering, if you're the right one for me. but why do i always get unwanted things from you. maybe its true that i shouldn't expect things from you. maybe i should just go with the flow. but i cant help it. i just not what i wanted from you. :( why do i have to suffer even though im not with you? with or without, i still suffer. no matter what. are you the one for me? i miss you. If i had a wish, i wish i could have many wish. when i get that many wish, i will wish i could have you back, be with you forever, love you all i can, be with you. anything i could wish, i will wish. but too bad, no santa for me. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i dont know what to do now. if i should be happy or sad. can you tell me please? :'( i can just cry all day for you. just for you. but i need to move on, dont i? trying to forget you but i cant. :'( help me. i need you now. i still love you but we just not good when in relationship. something just dont let me be with you. we just cant have happiness, even if we have, it wont last. am i right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-1497161562476777327?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/1497161562476777327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=1497161562476777327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/1497161562476777327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/1497161562476777327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes,'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-8407227099345940197</id><published>2010-01-05T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T01:06:28.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On sunday, i went out to jp to buy my school shoe and buy stationary. me and my dad bought kappa shoe. he said that he jealous cause i buying new shoe. -.-" walk around till 11plus i think. went back and pack all my things. tuesday buying camp stuff. :S hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;first day of school yet its raining -.- lucky my house a few blocks away. Hee. Went to school with my sister, straight headed to classroom. was abit awkward cause my class at the first floor. fuck. i hate first floor :'( had no lesson for first 2 period. then went for english lesson like hell yeah dinah in the same class as me! i was shock when i saw vinod. lol didnt expect that. after that had break, abit awkward too cause with the sec 4s ^^ after that had F&amp;amp;N lesson with Yuli and Dinah. HELL HELL YEAH! but too bad, no lealee. but will be in the same class as her in history. wooo~ after school, bought uniforms,slack with them and went back. quite fun for the first day, but wont last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-8407227099345940197?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/8407227099345940197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=8407227099345940197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/8407227099345940197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/8407227099345940197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/first.html' title='first'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-6126817642438122177</id><published>2010-01-03T15:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T15:27:50.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how many post ald</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Gahhhhhhhhhhhh! fuck sister lah! now then say got something on. nabui later going get stationary and shoe i think. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-6126817642438122177?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/6126817642438122177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=6126817642438122177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/6126817642438122177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/6126817642438122177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-many-post-ald.html' title='how many post ald'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-3208752944248185579</id><published>2010-01-03T14:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T14:20:36.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*yawns*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i just woke up. like fuck, im tired. i slep at 5 yesterday, in the morning! hah. so, i answer my own qns, why im tired and i got 2hrs of sleep after i came back from gym? Hahhhhhhh. great. going out later with sister, buying school shoe. i've got school bag ald. tsk. i want moreeeeeeee! i want moreeeeeeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-3208752944248185579?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/3208752944248185579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=3208752944248185579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/3208752944248185579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/3208752944248185579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/yawns.html' title='*yawns*'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-913818519824735958</id><published>2010-01-03T11:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T11:14:41.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for you'/><title type='text'>being sarcastic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;- Thanks!&lt;br /&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/5239634154163675767-913818519824735958?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/913818519824735958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=913818519824735958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/913818519824735958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/913818519824735958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/being-sarcastic.html' title='being sarcastic'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-4517695337838622980</id><published>2010-01-03T10:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T11:10:12.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being ditch, i guess. cause i feel like one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;just came back from gym. did nothing cause i only accompany syafi. but i left earlier. as he asked me to cause he pity me sitting there alone when he BUILDING MUSCLES. *roll-eyes* i dont mind sitting and waiting but not asking me to leave,alone. I think that, you've got your friends so you dont need me anymore huh? is that why you asked me to go home, alone? I know im nothing to you anymore, but hey, is this how you show you still want/love me? If yes, sorry, i dont like guys like you. If no, why would you asked me to go back home, alone? If i were to faint in the middle of the road, or had an accident, dont ever say, you're sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;do you even know what day and date is today? you make me even more heartbroken being treated like this even though we're nothing. I know you're trying your best to make me happy, but the things you do, dont make me happy. the way you treat me. If im nothing to you, dont treat me like as if im still yours, stop touching me. dont touch me. stop calling me name that you usually call me cause we're nothing. I know if you read this, you upset cause im saying this like how i said it before. i just dont like it. i dont mind accompanying you but how could you ask me to go back alone when you had your friend to help you? so you think after you had your friend, im extra over there so you can enjoy yourself? is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Boy, today is our 1year 4months if we together. Im happy when you asked me out, talking to me cause i miss you but after you treat me that way. i felt stupid. so stupid. if i know, i wont have to follow to accompany you. you have friends dont you? ask them, they always go there. go with them, dont bother asking me anymore. Im disappointed with you, what did i get when i've accompany you even for awhile? nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-4517695337838622980?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/4517695337838622980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=4517695337838622980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/4517695337838622980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/4517695337838622980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/being-ditch-i-guess-cause-i-feel-like.html' title='being ditch, i guess. cause i feel like one.'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-2732335688822410153</id><published>2010-01-03T04:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T04:10:11.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='can you?'/><title type='text'>can i?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: brush script;"&gt;“&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Every girl needs a man; the kind that will treat you right as well as others; the kind that has enough respect for himself, family, and others; the one that will change for you to just be with you. The kind that searches for you with his heart, the kind that can be trusted alone with a room full of many other beautiful ladies, the kind that won’t cheat on you cause he knows he’s got all he wants and needs already, the kind that’s willing to be your friend and lover, the kind that doesn’t mind calling early in the morning to say good morning and late at night to say good night; maybe even sing you a good morning and tell you a good night story or talk to you until you fall asleep. That kind that will do anything for you, even if it’s just to buy your favorite kind of candy. The kind that will defend and fight for you, the kind that won’t ditch you for his friends when you need him the most, the kind that won’t leave you lonely and wondering. The kind that isn’t afraid to smile to his friends every time you’re around and tell them, “She’s the one.” The kind that appreciates you for the things to do for him, even if they’re small gestures. The kind that actually thanks you for the little love notes you leave him, the kind that is willing to wait for you when you’re falling behind, the kind that will actually open the door for you, take you out on dates once in a while and buy you flowers cause it’s a Wednesday. The kind that notices your hair when you just got it cut or done beautifully for him, the kind that reminds you that he loves you and that he’s happy with you in case you forget. The kind that kisses your forehead when you’re down, the kind that tells you to be strong and not to cry, the kind that will go through think and thin with, and for you, the kind that just loves you for who you are. That kind of man, that’s the kind you keep.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I found this at Sabrina's Tumblr. How i wish i could have someone like that. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-2732335688822410153?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/2732335688822410153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=2732335688822410153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/2732335688822410153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/2732335688822410153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/can-i.html' title='can i?'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-8516625826245523504</id><published>2010-01-03T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T01:07:06.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i've got a new bag. just got it on sat, at jp. lol. gonna get my shoe today. hopefully there's something i've been looking for. camping stuff not yet pack. i cant wait but i dont like it. i cant wait cause i can have fun with mates and the thing i dont like is because its troublesome. you know what i mean right girls? hah. i cant wait for school. but malay homework is not yet done!! fuck! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;guess what date and day is today! Gahhh. no fate eh. sigh. its not gonna work out if its not going well. not happy with each other. tsk! shall end now. SIGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-8516625826245523504?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/8516625826245523504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=8516625826245523504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/8516625826245523504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/8516625826245523504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/school.html' title='school'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-870048447985571107</id><published>2010-01-02T04:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T04:47:27.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the YEMS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/Sz5ej9tPgzI/AAAAAAAAA9c/jSOrKlhUx7Y/s1600-h/DSC03309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/Sz5ej9tPgzI/AAAAAAAAA9c/jSOrKlhUx7Y/s320/DSC03309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421874973353411378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its 4 in the morning. playing bejeweled blitz on facebook. nothing to do even though got someone to talk to on msn but not chatting anymore. thought of watching movie with yuli and dinah today, but dad last minute say today going out and buying school stuff. shoes, stationary, begs, etc. fuck. i cant go with them. im not going too. im gonna miss the movie they gonna watch! so unlucky am i right? &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, dad gonna take out money tmr and give mum for us. *_* heheheh! gonna make them dry. huahauhua. i want shikinbarney shoe! fuck. so nice. HAHAHAH. where youuuuu buy!!! tell me! tsk... so, opps! i left my post like that, and now its 4.34 ! ahahhaha, i forgot that im posting new post on my blog -.- hahahah! now msging hafidz, since its gonna be the last day to msg. school opening soon!!! AhhhhH!!! then i cant msg him till morning cause there's school. no more sleeping late, no more late night text, no more late night chat, no more eat,sleep,eat,sleep, no more go out with friends. Alaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, why holiday has to end so quickly?! give me a month or two. pleaseeeeee!!!!!!!! malay cerpen not done yet! hopefully no more YEMS. im so gonna suffer all my 2010 life!!!! grant this wish please, so i wont think that 2010 is a really unlucky year for me :( please please please!!!!!!! *prayhard* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-870048447985571107?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/870048447985571107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=870048447985571107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/870048447985571107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/870048447985571107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/yems.html' title='the YEMS!'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/Sz5ej9tPgzI/AAAAAAAAA9c/jSOrKlhUx7Y/s72-c/DSC03309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-2331507945214963687</id><published>2010-01-01T04:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T04:52:33.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how i wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; i could tell you how i feel. but you wont understand me. no one will. its difficult for people to understand me, cause i dont know how to tell you how i really feel. I feel stupid,hopeless,lonely,sad. everything that you can think of. yes you. you know who you are. i miss you. i dont regret making this decision but you make me feel that way. the way you accuse yourselve of not being the good one. your prefect, but not for me. you can have someone better, or who can listen to you or even dont have this feeling of jealousy or that will easily get hurt. but im different. im a shy girl, what i mean is, REALLY shy. im jealous, im REALLY jealous. im hurt, im REALLY hurt. just add in the word 'really' and thats me. im not the type of girl you think. im different.&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/5239634154163675767-2331507945214963687?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/2331507945214963687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=2331507945214963687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/2331507945214963687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/2331507945214963687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-i-wish.html' title='how i wish'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-7262238001954442954</id><published>2010-01-01T03:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T04:39:50.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i've just reached home from countdown. gosh! so tired like hell. reach home 15mins ago? haha. i guess. i went countdown with parents and small siblings. with my cousin. its been so long since i joke around with him. ^^ yay. miss him. hahah. anyway, meet him at city hall cause he miss the train i board at jurong east. thanks hor.  -.- saw 'the gang' too. reached city hall,waited for him and dad. went to walk to the bridge. half way walking, dad stop. i thought we gonna walk till the end? :( cause i cant see. walk till the end with him and one of his friend. end up cant go in, they wanted to eat. head to the marina square, saw 'the gang' again, and search for seats. saw my another counsin, that i talked about before. wow, dont have to plan, already got fate to meet each other! Hahaha. waited for them to eat, went off. walk3, the bridge is full. fuck. waited under the bridge, saw the fireworks. nice and long. waited for the ppl to went off as it was packed. call mum and meet them at city hall starbucks. look for washroom, took bus NR5 and reach home. he took 700A and went back.&lt;/span&gt; sorry no pic. anyway, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! ~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On the bus, i remember something i wasnt supposed to. i feel so down till now. i feel so pissed and upset. why must i think this way. first i was unhappy due to change of class, second, i was having a great time with cousin. thirdly, i was down thinking about you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i remember last year, new year, you gave me a message. a sweet message. it touched me. saying you're glad that you met me. but this year, i dont receive any message from you. are you trying to tell me something? or you dont even bother about me anymore. or you have forgotten about me. You dont even bother to win back my heart, do like how you always do. Yes, i've moved on. im trying to forget you, but you just keep coming back to my mind or you message me. how? when i was in the bus, there this one guy, i smell something from him. not body odour. i dont know what. then i started to miss you. i miss tucking into you. i miss smelling you. i miss kissing you. i miss biting you. i miss your hugs. i miss hugging you. i miss your kiss. i miss your smell. i miss holding hands with you. the way you treat me well. i miss them all. after i smell the thing from the guy, i felt like crying. right there, that minute. but ppl will thought im crazy. :'( i miss you and i need to move on cause you dont seems to bother about me anymore. no point waiting or being this way. its just hurt me more thinking about the past, about us. when i saw a couple, sitting on the bus, lying back, head to head, i feel so jealous. can i have my love back? :'( can you be the one wiping away my tears? giving me shoulder to cry on. hug me when i cry, advice me when i do wrong things, love me like how i love you? can you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-7262238001954442954?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7262238001954442954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=7262238001954442954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/7262238001954442954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/7262238001954442954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-5352946304028094484</id><published>2009-12-31T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T18:23:42.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im so unlucky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think next year wont be a good year for me. like HELL YEAH. my class was 2s3 and now is 3s4. wtf. now i know how shikinbarney feel. even more, i was alone in the class. as in, my other member in another class. fuck yeah. so pissed. but a bit thankful got Natyqa. but i want my class BACK!!!!! nbcb siaaaaaaaaaa.... nvm, shall enjoy my day today with cousin. going out with loqman, atlast we going to meet! YAY!&lt;/span&gt; update later on. gotta get ready!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-5352946304028094484?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/5352946304028094484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=5352946304028094484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/5352946304028094484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/5352946304028094484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-so-unlucky.html' title='im so unlucky.'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-8680724513720080434</id><published>2009-12-31T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:22:41.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>help</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;currently chatting with DiddySepet and Ahmad.. God! i miss DiddySepet alot! so long didnt chat,meet and hug her! ishh... go out someday bby? heh. anyway, tmr i might go buy books. -.- like so last minute. thanks to my dad. *roll-eyes* malay homework is not yet done. HAH! so last minute. so lazy to do. holiday equals to homeworks? walao. Yeah, tmr buying books. i've got the money ald. thank god!! make me worried only. tsk2. so, anyone wants to go countdown tmr? :( i want to go out lehhhhhh......... SAVE ME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-8680724513720080434?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/8680724513720080434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=8680724513720080434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/8680724513720080434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/8680724513720080434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2009/12/help.html' title='help'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-2803342047412806186</id><published>2009-12-30T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:03:27.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>someone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gosh, im bored. obviously. i need tlc, tender loving care. HAHAH! itu pun tak tau. aiyo. tomorrow we need to go to school. GOD!! books? not yet. sigh. very worried and kinds pissed off too. when sial buy. walaowei. hmm... slept at 6 am today. msging Hafidz because he was supposed to accompany me! hahaha! like i said. when i was asleep, i dream of something. weird. HAHHA. shall not talk about it. so, how are you? ish. boring hor. tag leh ppl. ouch, my armpit hurts. :S i also dont know why. hehehehehhe ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;currently chatting with abang fido. hahaha. tmr? out? no money lehh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyone wants to go countdown with me? HEH. reply me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-2803342047412806186?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/2803342047412806186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=2803342047412806186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/2803342047412806186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/2803342047412806186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2009/12/someone.html' title='someone?'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-5949659435918125776</id><published>2009-12-30T05:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T05:26:34.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my love, Danny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SzpzoW6pjdI/AAAAAAAAA9U/ja3WCUXKtmc/s1600-h/danial11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SzpzoW6pjdI/AAAAAAAAA9U/ja3WCUXKtmc/s320/danial11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420772238677347794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its 5 am in the morning and i have not yet asleep. i dont know why. just couldnt sleep early. sister already asleep. mum, i dont know. maybe trying to sleep. just had a talk with her. its really her. hahahah i feel so bored but currently texting Hafidz since he couldnt sleep too. well maybe he's accompanying me because yesterday he fall asleep when he was texting me. so, he should not be falling asleep again today! right Hafidz? lol. he's watching tv i guess right now and im chatting with Izzul and Jun wei plus playing Bejeweled Blitz on facebook. sucha bores. Gahhhhhhhh! someone please make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have no yet buy books like OHMYGOD. yes, OHMYGOD. dad haven got anymore yet. like fck. thinking how am i gonna get the books. kinda worried though. SCHOOL IS OPENING SOON OKAY. so kinda pissed with dad cause i dont know when the hell am i gonna get the books. im left with 1 day! OHMYGOD! and i have not buy any shoes or bags. I have not even get my money from dad for helping him with his work! DAMN! How how? im so worried. :( please give extra 1month holiday. ishh.. santa so bad! didnt grant my wish. hmpf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so, what shall i do now? i dont know. ppl, donate me some money. hahahah! crap. goshh, talking abt this make me no mood,worried. fck. tsk2. hmm.. so, i guess, someone know something already. Hah. Hush, let it be a secret. ^^v shall not talk about it. All my pictures, that was took on the day i went to the chinese garden, i look fat. :( and can see my tummy. im so ashamed. ppl, syafi wanted to comment my picture on facebook abt that. so bad right syafi? walao. hahaha. i think im ending my post here. time now is, 5.22 am! not gonna sleep, but nights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-5949659435918125776?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/5949659435918125776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=5949659435918125776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/5949659435918125776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/5949659435918125776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-love-danny.html' title='my love, Danny'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SzpzoW6pjdI/AAAAAAAAA9U/ja3WCUXKtmc/s72-c/danial11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-7145211258311110168</id><published>2009-12-29T03:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T03:19:11.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Haiz, i dont know what i am feeling right now. i miss someone. but who? i dont know who. if only someone could read my mind. who who? gawwwwwwwwd. shall not let this feeling control me. im strong enough to overcome it. right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-7145211258311110168?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7145211258311110168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=7145211258311110168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/7145211258311110168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/7145211258311110168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-4769883624908534335</id><published>2009-12-28T20:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T22:29:22.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>actually</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/Szi1F2mu6pI/AAAAAAAAA9M/3jD5VpaCKv8/s1600-h/DSC03689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SzisVv1MvVI/AAAAAAAAA6E/k6nxsLj_1Go/s1600-h/DSC03642.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SzisVv1MvVI/AAAAAAAAA6E/k6nxsLj_1Go/s1600-h/DSC03642.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SzisVv1MvVI/AAAAAAAAA6E/k6nxsLj_1Go/s320/DSC03642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420271641157221714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;thought of going chinese garden on sat but it was too early cause we went out on friday. so, we planned to go on monday, that is today. we had awesome time together. she said, to get ready at 12.45 but end up she have not ready yet, me too, actually. heh. waited for her, i was ready and she came up and asked me if i got another skirt, went to check in the closet but nah, only long skirt. HAHAH. and she actually blame me for being late. you asked me check then not my fault la belo. hahaha. headed to the interchange and reached chinese garden and saw a indian couple,i guess, was in love, i guess, the guy carry the girl. =.=" excuse me, its not a bollywood place and plus, this is singapore. like HELLO! lmao saw the couple. visit the toilet to adjust ourselves to look perfect but i still dont. hahaha. and there's bangala watching us frm the hut. purposely or whut sia the bangala. pundek betul. hahah started taking pictures at the bridge. ~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;walked around with her. all the bangala like sial one. see see, poke eyes give blind then you know. lol sat under one roof, i dont know what or where cause its so big and i got lost too. heh. the funniest thing is that, before we go to the one roof i was talking about, we walked somewhere, a small path, and we almost reach to the road path and there's a wet mud. we so called stuck because we in between the grass, if we were to turn back, we half to walk long way again. so fucking tired lah. this acahhbelo, she was so clever, she wanted to walk on the grass, as she step on the grass, she said, " eeew!" hahahahahha! and her foot is dirty. i quickly take a slow step on the wet mud but it was okay, nothing wrong. YAY me. so went to the toilet and she washed her leg. so, back to the story, in the one roof, we played uno card. for a few minutes and left the place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;went to the jp to get a bite. thought of eating banquet. but nah, dont feel like it. went kfc and tapao food. took 243w to her house, the neighbour dog,bark so loud, want fight is it. =.=" stupid. then, went back home. ate the food, went to jp again. but with my sister. she bought food, this and that, this and that. went back. so tired but awesomely awesome day. HEH! thanks to Acahhbelo. ^^ 8 years hor! ily! muahh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-4769883624908534335?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/4769883624908534335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=4769883624908534335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/4769883624908534335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/4769883624908534335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2009/12/actually.html' title='actually'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/Szi1F2mu6pI/AAAAAAAAA9M/3jD5VpaCKv8/s72-c/DSC03689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-7341715182532945020</id><published>2009-12-26T03:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T04:19:19.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='im different'/><title type='text'>i know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SzUd0PJEa8I/AAAAAAAAA58/qYavlT4t-6o/s1600-h/DSC03640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SzUd0PJEa8I/AAAAAAAAA58/qYavlT4t-6o/s320/DSC03640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419270509865233346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SzUdztYl4gI/AAAAAAAAA50/447uZAkADcg/s1600-h/DSC03638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SzUdztYl4gI/AAAAAAAAA50/447uZAkADcg/s320/DSC03638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419270500803535362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SzUdzQ1E6BI/AAAAAAAAA5s/hiBrifQCSZg/s1600-h/DSC03637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SzUdzQ1E6BI/AAAAAAAAA5s/hiBrifQCSZg/s320/DSC03637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419270493138380818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SzUdzGp9HJI/AAAAAAAAA5k/56zRLlt-RyA/s1600-h/DSC03636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SzUdzGp9HJI/AAAAAAAAA5k/56zRLlt-RyA/s320/DSC03636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419270490407378066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SzUbtkpBZXI/AAAAAAAAA5c/xGDwseZeAC4/s1600-h/DSC03633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SzUbtkpBZXI/AAAAAAAAA5c/xGDwseZeAC4/s320/DSC03633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419268196354057586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SzUbtODEHOI/AAAAAAAAA5U/yDj5diORKgY/s1600-h/DSC03627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SzUbtODEHOI/AAAAAAAAA5U/yDj5diORKgY/s320/DSC03627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419268190289272034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is freaking wet. and im controlling myself cause i want pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SzUbsnNDYGI/AAAAAAAAA5M/nsgMFj1sJLM/s1600-h/DSC03624.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/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SzUbsnNDYGI/AAAAAAAAA5M/nsgMFj1sJLM/s320/DSC03624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419268179862184034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ini lah belo. -.- plus gile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SzUbrzzkQMI/AAAAAAAAA5E/gBjGnURr2DU/s1600-h/DSC03616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SzUbrzzkQMI/AAAAAAAAA5E/gBjGnURr2DU/s320/DSC03616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419268166065078466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SzUbrtd46sI/AAAAAAAAA48/kmFtGSrKKk0/s1600-h/DSC03613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SzUbrtd46sI/AAAAAAAAA48/kmFtGSrKKk0/s320/DSC03613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419268164363545282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I really really really had fun today with Aisyah. hehehe! thank you girlfriend. love you lots! let me tell you the story. once upon a time, okay cut the crap. at 1.30 i get ready and went to her house. reach at around 2plus. hah. went to her crib and online for awhile, she snap pic with her webcam like clickclickclickclickclick!!!!! like there's no tomorrow. some candid. then move on, watched hannah montana the movie. so funny that she didnt know where to find the movie on the remote. HAHA! poor thing. nvrm, i pity you darling. heh. so, watch and had a good laugh. in the mid of the show, camwhore. thanks to her. -.- some candid again. thanks eh. the show ended at 4.45 i guess. played stress with uno card. HAH! fighting over it. tsk2. after that while waiting, for 6, went to eat mac at pm, plus raining heavily, like REALLY HEAVY. hahah! so she want us to wait near the blk. walked in the rain like wtf. hah, all wet thanks to her for taking her own sweet time and walk slowly in the rain. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(dah sah belo plus gile)&lt;/span&gt; heh. sat at the cosy corner -.- and camwhore x 10 HAHA! times 10. played stress again. came her friend, talk cock. ceh, FAKE. waiting and waiting and waiting........... atlast, 7 indeed. so early. haha -_- sent Aisyah to the busstop. home at 9plus going to 10. no scoldings. heh! i love today. thanks for the hugs beb! :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;let it be a memory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-7341715182532945020?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7341715182532945020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=7341715182532945020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/7341715182532945020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/7341715182532945020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-know.html' title='i know'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SzUd0PJEa8I/AAAAAAAAA58/qYavlT4t-6o/s72-c/DSC03640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-3119510239066865370</id><published>2009-12-24T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T23:09:21.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prawns again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yum Yum! just had dinner? i guess so. ate prawns with the cereal. woo. i like. hahhaha! no one can stop me. heh. im so bloated. gosh. tummy so round and big. tsk2. damn, must go 7eleven buy drinks for dad. haiya. lazy plus full. tsk2. wei, you didnt look after my things properly seh. so bad. alamak. hurry get me a new one. and dont fake me this time! or i'll, erm... i'll ignore you until you kiss my foot. chey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-3119510239066865370?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/3119510239066865370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=3119510239066865370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/3119510239066865370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/3119510239066865370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2009/12/prawns-again.html' title='prawns again!'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-9096566690894962285</id><published>2009-12-24T18:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T18:42:30.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home-made i guess.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SzND6NeP9mI/AAAAAAAAA40/y7IVWkFyXo8/s1600-h/DSC03567.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/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SzND6NeP9mI/AAAAAAAAA40/y7IVWkFyXo8/s320/DSC03567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418749443984848482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SzND5ypDxhI/AAAAAAAAA4s/JifnSvqLwyQ/s1600-h/DSC03565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SzND5ypDxhI/AAAAAAAAA4s/JifnSvqLwyQ/s320/DSC03565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418749436782429714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SzND5vDQwWI/AAAAAAAAA4k/eMom61879oE/s1600-h/DSC03564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SzND5vDQwWI/AAAAAAAAA4k/eMom61879oE/s320/DSC03564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418749435818590562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SzND5W6t_fI/AAAAAAAAA4c/DjASBvFrHUg/s1600-h/DSC03563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SzND5W6t_fI/AAAAAAAAA4c/DjASBvFrHUg/s320/DSC03563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418749429340306930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;HAHA. had this chocolate fondue at home. made it by ourselves. so nice. you guys, should try. heh. had that on 17 dec. i forgot to upload it. heh ^^ i want to eat again lor. haiya. hahaha. nvm, next time i do again. yums!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-9096566690894962285?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/9096566690894962285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=9096566690894962285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/9096566690894962285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/9096566690894962285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2009/12/home-made-i-guess.html' title='home-made i guess.'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SzND6NeP9mI/AAAAAAAAA40/y7IVWkFyXo8/s72-c/DSC03567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-7159851512298365233</id><published>2009-12-24T17:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T17:57:27.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bestfriends baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;wassup wassup! i slept at 6am today. and woke up at 1plus just now. chat with kawan-kawan. meeting aisyah tmrw. YAY! cant wait yo baby. i miss you. hehehe ^^ going have fun tmrw, since urs is going away and mine is gone. lets have some stress free. girls day-out? hows that? *wink* hmm... bring card hor tmr. charge phone. heh! but want go where? hahah! beb, online ah.. im waiting to plan with you. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Laopo, thanks for the msg you send. that was sweet. i will be fine derh. hopefully im strong enough to overcome it. i will call you and share it with you everything. dont worry. like that time, during training, you pick up the ball, the number right? and still i told you its nothing anymore. i try to stay happy okay? dont worry so much about me. ily. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-7159851512298365233?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7159851512298365233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=7159851512298365233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/7159851512298365233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/7159851512298365233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2009/12/bestfriends-baby.html' title='bestfriends baby'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-5173150666655434171</id><published>2009-12-23T18:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:29:03.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one more lonely girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;this few days, after the day, i've been having this thingy, when i breathe i feel like letting my tears out. i dont know why. why is it hard to let you go for a moment? i need to cool myself down. i need my own time for all this. im tired of getting hurt. i cant miss looking at your profile. why is it so attractive. for sure i will visit your profile. why?! why must it be you? im trying to not think about you so i will cool myself down and dont think about the past. still, its hard for me. im the one who asked for it cause im hurt. see, many girls seems to be happy you without me. can someone fix my brokenheart? can you fix it back? someone please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;like my friend said, im strong enough to overcome this. hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-5173150666655434171?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/5173150666655434171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=5173150666655434171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/5173150666655434171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/5173150666655434171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-more-lonely-girl.html' title='one more lonely girl.'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-2824513991558702067</id><published>2009-12-22T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T23:01:47.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yummmmmmmmmmms! i just had my dinner,lunch,breakfast few minutes ago. wow huh. atlast my tummy is feed with food. Mc spicy but oh oh, my tummy cant stand spicy food. hopefully later go toilet kay people or maybe just fart. huhu. how long did i survive waiting for food from 7am till now. hahaa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;currently listening to One time. you know who sing. dont need for me to tell. the song is so sweet, how i wish i can have a guy like him. awwwwwwww.. nono, im gonna stick to Jacob. ^^ pheewit. lol. so, i still haven know if im going or not tmr. mum didnt say anything. thinkthinkthink. i got photo to upload but im lazy~ many photo, different day, different event. just to keep this blog alive. hmmm.. shall upload when im not lazy. hahaha. chatting with people. so boring. hmm hmm.. phone is so silent ever since my pp8 is dead and after 20 dec,11plus. only sab know. yeah? hush! let it remain silent. what shall i post about, now? lalalalalalalalala............. ish. so boring. bye lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-2824513991558702067?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/2824513991558702067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=2824513991558702067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/2824513991558702067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/2824513991558702067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2009/12/yawn.html' title='Yawn'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-8684372866687612112</id><published>2009-12-22T15:53:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T16:12:54.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boy oh boy.</title><content type='html'>to you, if you're reading this, and if i ever type something that hurt you, im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;boy, stop it will ya? im tired. if you dont want to disturb my life, dont bother calling me. whats wrong with you? its not wrong calling me up, as a friend. i dont mind. but please, dont talk about US. if everytime you ask about US, im sick of it. give sometimes please, and if you still do love me, change and win back my heart like how you used to kay? i know that whatever it is, i wont and cant forget about you. you somewhat special to me. but i think its better this way because i wont bother what you doing. i wont get hurt or jealous too. but for one thing, you promised me that you will stop smoking. make me proud and show me you have stop. please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god. please. i know its hard for you, yes its hard for me too. all i have to say is, im sorry. i wanted to upload a picture of us, but too bad. i think its better for me to keep it and not upload it here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-8684372866687612112?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/8684372866687612112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=8684372866687612112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/8684372866687612112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/8684372866687612112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2009/12/boy-oh-boy.html' title='boy oh boy.'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-4636434173131561060</id><published>2009-12-22T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:50:27.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hungry leh :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;whats up? hahaha. today was great i guess. had training today, thought there will be friendly but it was last minute cancel. i dont know why. we played match. and it was awesome. but tiring and hot. -.- so, ended at 1plus. woah. nicenice. had fun with them. lucky coach mood is good. if not, mati. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;tmr last training? haven confirm yet. haiya. my blog is so dead. plus im lazy to update the links. haiya haiya. i want go out. hahaha. eh you, blanja me lah! want me go out but dont want blanja me. freak ah. long lollipop ah. ahahahhahah! siao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i dont know what to update. hmmm... wait! the pictures. prawning. hahaha. ah, nvm. im lazy. just go to my facebook and see the pictures that was tagged by my sister. huhu. shiok eat prawn. i want to go again!!!! weeeeeeee~ hmmm... talking about food, i just remember that im hungry! ahhaha! i need food now. i feel like eating crab,prawn. Yummmmmmm Yum Yum. heh. gosh, i feel like eating someone, anyone want to be the victim? :( pretty please. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-4636434173131561060?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/4636434173131561060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=4636434173131561060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/4636434173131561060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/4636434173131561060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2009/12/hungry-leh.html' title='hungry leh :('/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-9162885977789094552</id><published>2009-12-20T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T21:19:57.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hep hep hep, happy birthday pretty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/Sy4iHYKsWpI/AAAAAAAAA4U/QQRmmGtilXI/s1600-h/sabrina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/Sy4iHYKsWpI/AAAAAAAAA4U/QQRmmGtilXI/s320/sabrina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417304911915014802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;look whose birthday today! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;S &lt;/span&gt;to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;B &lt;/span&gt;to the&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; R&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; ! woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;SABRINA&lt;/span&gt; Phan.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. she turn 13 today. 20/12. O.o? 2012. ahhaha. jakon.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've wish her for 4 times? not including this. haha!&lt;br /&gt;so better say im your favourite cousin ah! if not, i kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Happy birthday beb! may your wishes come true yeah.&lt;br /&gt;You should be happy y'know. many people loves you. :D&lt;br /&gt;many people wish you. including your favourite cousin, thats me. heh&lt;br /&gt;since you're 13, no more fooling around yeah?&lt;br /&gt;if you need someone to talk to or anything, feel free to come to me or text me.&lt;br /&gt;im here for you,pretty. even though we're not close before, lets get close now.&lt;br /&gt;^^ tc aite pretty? remember : i love you more &lt;3 hahaa&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/5239634154163675767-9162885977789094552?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/9162885977789094552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=9162885977789094552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/9162885977789094552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/9162885977789094552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2009/12/hep-hep-hep-happy-birthday-pretty.html' title='Hep hep hep, happy birthday pretty!'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/Sy4iHYKsWpI/AAAAAAAAA4U/QQRmmGtilXI/s72-c/sabrina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-75500573106910359</id><published>2009-12-20T15:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T18:48:43.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for your info,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;my heart is fragile. I can just cry anytime now. You wont know. Cause i want to keep it to myself. Even if i tell you, you wont understand. Yes, people dont understand me. No one. People dont understand why i cant forget about the past. Not even you. Im sorry. Whatever it is, i try my best to not talk about this. and i did cry. the past wont fade away easily. like a message i received. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"It is very easy to forget things,but it is very difficult to remember every single thing. It is very easy to love a person but it is fucking difficult to forget a person whom you love. but even if you can forget that person, it is really very difficult to forget the memories. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the memories of the past, i cant forget. and i can see the change in you. the way you talk,message. I can see the different. can you? we're not changing to the better. like HELLO?!?!? we're changing to the worst. we keep quarrelling now and than. we wont be FOREVER if you FOREVER like this. i've been begging you to change. but you didnt. even if you want to, its like as if you've been force. or you will be like " okay fine, for you okay, for you " and thats total not sincere. with your sarcastic words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;what did i do to get this shit fom you? you did things that hurt me alot but still you dont even bother to change. why? if im not good enough for you go find someone else. im sick and tired. i only said that i dont have mood and you scolding me that whenever we msg, i dont have mood. hey! i do have feelings okay, not only you! its easy for you to say forget about the past and start afresh, hello? you know im suffering but you still continue do things that hurt me. the smoking part, im giving you time to stop. still i get this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;since you said you're not mine when i asked you to go away from me. fine, you want it. we do our own stuff. i dont want to look at you. dont even save my number. forget about me. delete my number and pics in your phone. aku da penat, aku da malas. aku nangis pun, takde gune nye. kau pun mane heran. kau tetap nak buat lagi. suke hati kau lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-75500573106910359?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/75500573106910359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=75500573106910359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/75500573106910359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/75500573106910359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-heart-is-fragile.html' title='for your info,'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-5781297176894238419</id><published>2009-12-19T16:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T16:42:05.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sorry for not updating for quite long. had a bit of problem. my internet is ... you know what i mean and what i am going to say. but i dont know why i can surf the net using starhub. skipskip. this week busy with training. books? not buy yet. HAIYO! howhow? tsktsk. im so gonna miss something that is going on around the net. since i wont be online often now. hmmm... anything just text me kay people. and i've got my nails done by my sister. haha i dont know why i've been getting my nails done everytime. i like. and i wonder if i should rebond my hair again or curl it. my sister rebond her hair, nice but look the same. soft mah. plus i've been wanting to colour my hair jet black. HHEHEHEHE. so choosy. hahaha. im going out later with mum. didnt go for ite training. damn. shall update next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;tembam&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;you know i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-5781297176894238419?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/5781297176894238419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=5781297176894238419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/5781297176894238419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/5781297176894238419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2009/12/missed.html' title='missed'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-5524144782019081733</id><published>2009-12-10T00:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:30:24.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>date 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;had a date yesterday. awww.. thats what he told his friend. ^^ met him under my blok. walked to the bus stop. first time i asked him smoke in front of me. yes, giving him some time to stop. hopefully. so, bought a tix - he paid for me, thank you. show was at 3.45. and its 2.30. alot more time to do before the show. so, went to have some food. chicken rice. im hungry but i dont know and dont feel like eating. dumb. hahaha. so, walked around and saw people. =.=" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;went in the cinema. sat, watched, sleepy, fall asleep. :S cold. hold hands, hug his hand. hahahahah. the show was ....... OKay. not really to my standard. quite boring. for me &amp;amp; him. so same-same lah. lets watch New Moon together,please? ^^ you should watch. for me. hehehe. and next time if you want to go out with me, dont be so irritating can? hahaha, you very hyper you know. disturb me doing the dance. aiyoyo! anw, it was so freaking cold. nabei right. after that, went back. not happy with something. stop biting me! hahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;planned to watch New Moon again with Idris and Rusydi, but nah, i went out with him already, and if i tell my mum im going out again, with guys. im gonna be dead. hahahas. later she nags, wont stop. she will draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag. mati. lol. so stayed at home, woke up at 6plus. wow? idk why. bath and went to gek poh with mum, 2nd sister and siblings. ate, walked around, went back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;my nails were done by my 2nd sister. lol. there's training tmr. hopefully its okay. tuesday's training wasn't that bad. had kinda fun. =) tmr training will end at 2 since saturday will not have any ite training. due to he got something on, we some people cant make it. including me since its my lil bro birthday. HAHA, wont get him anything lorrrrrr.. didnt behave, no presie. huahuahua! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;thanks for everything ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;even the show wasn't good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i still had fun, and lets not think about that part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;you know i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ily&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-5524144782019081733?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/5524144782019081733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=5524144782019081733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/5524144782019081733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/5524144782019081733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2009/12/date-2012.html' title='date 2012'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-4384989770831973389</id><published>2009-12-06T22:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:59:27.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SxvAmPFsfyI/AAAAAAAAA4M/f76ToG06SWg/s1600-h/DSC03537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SxvAmPFsfyI/AAAAAAAAA4M/f76ToG06SWg/s320/DSC03537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412131140333764386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SxvAlgUhYjI/AAAAAAAAA4E/-f8BiwBwvHQ/s1600-h/DSC03527.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/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SxvAlgUhYjI/AAAAAAAAA4E/-f8BiwBwvHQ/s320/DSC03527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412131127779484210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SxvAlg_4cKI/AAAAAAAAA38/JGTCN_7ekzY/s1600-h/DSC03519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SxvAlg_4cKI/AAAAAAAAA38/JGTCN_7ekzY/s320/DSC03519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412131127961350306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SxvAlDE7eHI/AAAAAAAAA30/tRytaUdIuhs/s1600-h/DSC03512.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/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SxvAlDE7eHI/AAAAAAAAA30/tRytaUdIuhs/s320/DSC03512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412131119929456754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i like this photo(look up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okay, went to mustafa right? yeah, didnt do anything just walk around and bought some small2 things. lol. went to eat. it was around 2/3plus in the morning. reach home at around 3. didnt sleep after that thought of going jogging but i dont feel good, so i cancel it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; waited at 7 no calls, so i've fallen asleep, sis woke me up. and someone call her phone and asked to wake me up. ish. i see my phone 14 missed calls and 3(?) message. time is 8plus. how good is that? haha. said 7 but is already 8plus. so, i cancel it cause is late plus i just woke up. and i dont feel good, bad one. sigh. so, we quarrel for some reasons and we're okay. i cried. i dont know why. just feel bad and nvrmnd. so, message, pooooooooof! im asleep, woke up at 4. heh. ^^ lealee, take care kay when you're in philippine ^^ buy for me something. ceh. HAHHHA loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fido's space-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click &lt;a href="http://fidaa-uuss.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;he's a good listener.&lt;br /&gt;he's good at making girls feel good.&lt;br /&gt;he's nice. he's sweet.&lt;br /&gt;anyone wants to get to know him?&lt;br /&gt;click that. (:&lt;br /&gt;its nice to know him.&lt;br /&gt;period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ended-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;there's training tomorrow. and i want to watch New Moon, again (: anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;i miss you,dearest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;i love you,hunny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;i need hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-4384989770831973389?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/4384989770831973389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=4384989770831973389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/4384989770831973389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/4384989770831973389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-time.html' title='one time'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SxvAmPFsfyI/AAAAAAAAA4M/f76ToG06SWg/s72-c/DSC03537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-8446623673079624008</id><published>2009-12-05T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:52:02.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im off to mustafa. thought of updating but nah, not the right time. going with sis now. she's waiting under the blok and i have not yet get ready. off the lappy now. toodles! will update when i get back or maybe tmr. ^^&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/5239634154163675767-8446623673079624008?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/8446623673079624008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=8446623673079624008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/8446623673079624008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/8446623673079624008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-off-to-mustafa.html' title=''/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-7069918885919788771</id><published>2009-12-05T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T01:53:17.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silly boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:brush script;"&gt;fuck shit! ergh. im just so fucking fed up. i feel like ending it. but i dont want. i dont know. you asking me why im like this, please, for once, ask yourselve. :'( i feel so upset la. and i dont know why. why are you like this? tell me. am i still important to you? or am i not? do you still even care about my feelings? god. how to express this feelings to you? i dont know how. i just need you now. really. i really need you. i wanted to share with you about everything, its just, you weren't there. how? you just dont seems bother about me. you with your friends, what about me? this few days, i dont receive any goodnight msg/call from you. i need your anni wish,dear. if not, i dont feel special and i dont really look forward in this. (sigh) how? i neeeeeeeed you. [insert sad-face]&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/5239634154163675767-7069918885919788771?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7069918885919788771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=7069918885919788771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/7069918885919788771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/7069918885919788771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2009/12/silly-boy.html' title='silly boy'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-7102241913230896157</id><published>2009-12-04T20:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:34:43.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;my thumb hurts. haiya. at first hurt when i was setting during friendly match. and another time is when training. -.- very unlucky huh. i know. i dont like hurting my thumb, its like so fucking long to recover leh. hahahahaa.&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/5239634154163675767-7102241913230896157?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7102241913230896157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=7102241913230896157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/7102241913230896157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/7102241913230896157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2009/12/damn.html' title='damn'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-3337732573813569249</id><published>2009-12-04T17:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T18:21:36.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awesomely hot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sorry didnt post yesterday. tired, lazy and no mood. the show was awesomely awesome. nothing can describe it. WOW. i give 5.5 star for it. 0.5 for the movie, 5.0 for the 'Jacob's body'. winkwink! heh. i was so hot. im falling in love with jacob. AAHAH, while watching, i almost cry. i dont know why maybe because im thinking of someone. (sigh) they were sweet! and we're not. :( and im so in love with jacob's body. *melting.~ when he took off his shirt. i was going, OOoooooooOOooh. ^^ i watching it again with my gfs/bebs. next week. yay! ^^ cant wait. &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/5239634154163675767-3337732573813569249?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/3337732573813569249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=3337732573813569249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/3337732573813569249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/3337732573813569249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2009/12/awesomely-hot.html' title='awesomely hot.'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-7065526195109227797</id><published>2009-12-03T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:06:07.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;had training few hours ago. came back, parents getting ready to go out. my little sister giving problem, and i was given green light to help mum to get her dress. bathe for her, mum screaming and me too. i was so mad, irritate so i slap, i pull, i scream, i pinch her cause she's been giving trouble/problem. so fucked up lah.. -.- i never did this before. i mean, not like this, this was worst. but too bad, she asked for it. but i pity her. awwww. nvermind, notice, i have not bathe yet. hahahahha. i stinks! wooooooooo. off to jp later on. hopefully gv not full/packed or seat book/full. -.- watching new moon. hopefully there's no more lame ending. Gaaaaaaah. maybe watching it again next week with my bebs/gfs. ^^ cant wait. heh. waiting for my sister to get out of the toilet and its my turn to have a nice bathe. ^^ i like. will update later at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;this is so irritating! im tired of holding my phone waiting for you. when you dont even think or bother to text me. i feel like having no phone at all are better. so i cant contact him and he cant contact me. so that means, WE do OUR own things! like heaven. no worries,problem,heartpain,wasting time,wasting prepaid. get that, boy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-7065526195109227797?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7065526195109227797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=7065526195109227797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/7065526195109227797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/7065526195109227797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2009/12/pity.html' title='pity'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-9177536098054618085</id><published>2009-12-03T03:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T03:57:53.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new moon huh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;yesterday went to pm. bought some stuff at giant. than i was at the trolley there, waiting, my mum and sister taking something. got one bangala walk pass me, suddenly he like purposely so-called bang into me but at the shoulder ah. than he said sorry. nvm, than i looking at something, than i look at him ah, we was staring at me. -.- wtf. poke the eyes,blind than regret later, serve him right sial. haha. he was staring like,'i cant keep my eyes of you' that kind. HAHAHHAHAHAA. sial. and im so into chocolate now!! damn. fats waiting and coming even more. muahahahah. drooling when i saw it. HAH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;after done 'shopping' went to mac, than there's two ite girls like looking at me. wtf sial. i look at them back ah, than they talk2 idfk what, than i say to my sister, " sial la, look at them, see see like what. not happy or what sial. i know i pretty, dont need see ah." lol! like seriously, im prettier cause their face very cacat okay. got big nose, many pimple on the face like got sting by bee. HAHA. nabei, one fat one okay2 la. the okay2 one also same. and if they we're like saying about me, LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND SEE YOURSELF. lols. face like longkang. ish. so irritating la. -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;otw back, me and my sister was crapping like fuck. so no life while walking and carrying stuff. hah. jump here and there. singing loudly,laughing. seriously no life. after that dad was behind us. -.- from nowhere. homed, change clothes. put the things that we bought to where they supposed to be.  sigh, tmr training. and im soooooooooOOOoooOoOoOooo lazy. but im going. heh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and tmr im going to watch ' NEW MOON ' wheeeeeeee wheeeeee~ with 2nd sister and 4th younger sister. at jp. ard 3plus. heh heh. aisyah, i want follow you on sat&amp;amp;sun thingy can? ^^ lovelove &lt;3&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SIGH, text him 4 times. no reply. so i ask his friend, he's playing game. yeah, thanks. no reply from you. i even ask you if you know what day is today, still no reply. thanksssssssss alot lah. im tired. you dont know, you dont want wish, thats fine with me. i understand. cause thats what you want. you making me feel so not special. i dont feel like this thing is special anymore. thanks thanks. im just nothing. bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5239634154163675767-9177536098054618085?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/9177536098054618085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=9177536098054618085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/9177536098054618085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/9177536098054618085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-moon-huh.html' title='new moon huh.'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239634154163675767.post-3007237135527730562</id><published>2009-12-02T02:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T03:59:24.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 dec</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yesterday was awesomely awesome! hah, like seriously, i did not had such fun like that for so long. like thank god. laugh out loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SxVwDA18FuI/AAAAAAAAA20/iGQLERa2mbE/s1600/DSC03468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SxVwDA18FuI/AAAAAAAAA20/iGQLERa2mbE/s320/DSC03468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410353724423673570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SxVwDRjfimI/AAAAAAAAA28/fvHsKn7XsAo/s1600/DSC03469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SxVwDRjfimI/AAAAAAAAA28/fvHsKn7XsAo/s320/DSC03469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410353728909707874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SxVwD5L04jI/AAAAAAAAA3E/ssgtHD06S6I/s1600/DSC03470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SxVwD5L04jI/AAAAAAAAA3E/ssgtHD06S6I/s320/DSC03470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410353739547861554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SxVwENDCxRI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ORi7Nd2BVRo/s1600/DSC03472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SxVwENDCxRI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ORi7Nd2BVRo/s320/DSC03472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410353744879731986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;this is the thing. slimy.... eeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well, firstly, in the morning had so-called training but it was friendly match. we were against bukit merah secondary school. i reach school at around 8.10, was supposed before 8.15. but nah, my house near, why worry? laugh out loud. so, went up hall and set the net and get ready the stuff. run around court 2rounds as we were lazy to run 10/12 rounds. heh. and proceed to our warm ups. we did not even do it properly, laugh all the way i guess. fooling around. coach came at 9.20. around that time. did our spiking, service. after all that, the match start. we did quite okay. not really bad. i think we won. I THINK. but im not sure. haha. like erm.. won 1 set more than them. get what i mean. forget it, when coach talking about the match, getting ready for the 2nd set, i asked coach, " if we win, what we get?". hahaha. and he reply, "win than win ah". than we all were like noisy2 kind. than he said, " okay la, if you win, i treat all you guys makan". than all named out the expensive2 one. hahaha. we won the 2nd set. like yay! laugh out loud. so, after all matches, ran around court 5rounds. and do warm ups while coach talking. so, after that, all went to kfc, coach treat ^^ than ate chicken like OMFG, spicy for me and i cant eat spicy food cause i will have upset stomach. heh. took some gross picture, the vege thingy(idkhowtospell), mix with cili, mashed potato and ice. it was mixed together and was formed in the picture showed. (lookup) walk back home around 1.30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SxVxBxHCrPI/AAAAAAAAA3U/FfuIKWXrYv8/s1600/DSC03477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SxVxBxHCrPI/AAAAAAAAA3U/FfuIKWXrYv8/s320/DSC03477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410354802532199666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SxVxCM4Bp8I/AAAAAAAAA3c/8PUUGDhX7Zk/s1600/DSC03478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SxVxCM4Bp8I/AAAAAAAAA3c/8PUUGDhX7Zk/s320/DSC03478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410354809985411010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SxVxDBdMgjI/AAAAAAAAA3s/S1mRH1EFCgs/s1600/DSC03481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SxVxDBdMgjI/AAAAAAAAA3s/S1mRH1EFCgs/s320/DSC03481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410354824099955250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SxVxCcJfcmI/AAAAAAAAA3k/HHpS0k6wxX0/s1600/DSC03480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SxVxCcJfcmI/AAAAAAAAA3k/HHpS0k6wxX0/s320/DSC03480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410354814085198434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i look fat in the pics above. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;reached home, onlined, did not bath. ask aisyah what time meeting. than i said, 2.30 but she said it was too early -.- so, meet up at 3. while chatting, my stomach upset. so quickly tell her that when im ready, i will nudge her. so reach for my towel and off in the toilet. like HEAVEN! hahahahha. bathe and get ready. ask her this and that, wait and meet her under my blok. everytime she saw me, after so long did not meet, she will scream and hug me. (say awwww) ^^ and there's 3people under blok, from my school. how paisey can that be? pfft. so, went to jp, walk around and she made something for her bf. SO SWEET! unlike mine. :( haha. went to sweettalk. off to mc cafe. laugh out loud. we were like mad people. -.- especially her. HEHEH. planned to go central and we both bought topup card, budget man! haha. than she want to eat. went to pioneer mall, camwhore in the toilet.(lookup) -.- girls. tsktsktsk. after that went back. reach home around 6 plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yesterday was seriously fun with her. haha. i want go out with her again. gossips, jokes. whatever it can be, it was awesome. thank you beb for yesterday. you make my day go WOW! ^^ love you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I loveeeeee Aisyah ~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*winkwink* yok gi tangga. kite wok. laugh out loud.&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/5239634154163675767-3007237135527730562?l=s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/feeds/3007237135527730562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5239634154163675767&amp;postID=3007237135527730562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/3007237135527730562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5239634154163675767/posts/default/3007237135527730562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-mywishcametrue.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-dec.html' title='1 dec'/><author><name>Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15079638255195884620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/S0Ij-yxUkiI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bEriD35Uo30/S220/DSC03274edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7p-CO9skCs/SxVwDA18FuI/AAAAAAAAA20/iGQLERa2mbE/s72-c/DSC03468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
