<?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-8957007</id><updated>2011-09-09T18:44:07.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SheyraSidik</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>246</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-9160140797878677403</id><published>2011-09-09T12:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T12:49:59.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>will it be easy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;why is it whenever i'm bored, you're the one i'll be missing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i don't know why i'm still waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i used to believe that we're fated for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;but i tend to think otherwise when i feel that you're into someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i know i had to let it go someday.. but when?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;yes, it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;it hurts to know that i'm not the reason behind your smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;my heart beats fast and hard like a drum whenever i browse your profile. (call me a stalker, i could care less.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;just to kill my sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i viewed almost every pictures you have to stop missing you. (it doesn't help much)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;it hurts in every way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i know i have to let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;but &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; do i reject every possible man that could turn tears into smiles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; am i still waiting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i shall stop looking for answers and accept what fate has brought for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;so long, my almost lover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i'll never stop praying for your happiness.. and mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- ..and then i realize, you were never mine to begin with. -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-9160140797878677403?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/9160140797878677403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=9160140797878677403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/9160140797878677403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/9160140797878677403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2011/09/will-it-be-easy.html' title='will it be easy?'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-6284386475650498747</id><published>2011-09-01T15:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T15:20:54.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salam Aidilfitri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I disini ingin menyusun 10 fingers memohon ampun dan maaf kepada semua sekiranya I pernah menyakiti hati sesiapa intentionally or not. Semoga this raya memberi rahmat kepada we all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fOW4Dae1_NU/Tl8xWYhBw3I/AAAAAAAAALI/SuYhVQ7uqDI/s1600/Selamat-Hari-Raya-07.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fOW4Dae1_NU/Tl8xWYhBw3I/AAAAAAAAALI/SuYhVQ7uqDI/s320/Selamat-Hari-Raya-07.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647286718353752946" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;- Next time i promise to blog more. Today is sick day. Gotta rest. Enjoy your raya, people! -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-6284386475650498747?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/6284386475650498747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=6284386475650498747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/6284386475650498747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/6284386475650498747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2011/09/salam-aidilfitri.html' title='Salam Aidilfitri'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fOW4Dae1_NU/Tl8xWYhBw3I/AAAAAAAAALI/SuYhVQ7uqDI/s72-c/Selamat-Hari-Raya-07.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-2537282741680721622</id><published>2011-08-18T13:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T13:51:48.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baybeats 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ojxNtfC43sc/TkynhziuvBI/AAAAAAAAALA/9Vt_W2KPQYU/s1600/arajua.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ojxNtfC43sc/TkynhziuvBI/AAAAAAAAALA/9Vt_W2KPQYU/s320/arajua.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642068632401787922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; style=" trebuchet=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Arajua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;You guys really gotta check this awesome post-rock band! You'll simply be mesmerized by the songs the play and you may have eargasm listening to it. Trust me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Come down to Esplanade and watch them live this Friday, 190811 @ 7pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-vgujh-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-2537282741680721622?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/2537282741680721622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-5083492250974031809</id><published>2011-08-16T15:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T13:53:47.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she's back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;oh wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;it's been a year plus since my last entry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;sorry for abandoning you, i guess. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;anyways, i'll be back again to write up on hot stuffs that's been happening for the whole year of unblogging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;-perhaps you need to prepare some tissues too. heh.-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-5083492250974031809?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/5083492250974031809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=5083492250974031809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/5083492250974031809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/5083492250974031809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2011/08/shes-back.html' title='she&apos;s back!'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-9167423761803967143</id><published>2010-06-01T22:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T00:17:21.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turmoil.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Bad news after another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearest drummer's mum has just passed away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Diharapkan dapat sedekahkan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Al-Fateha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; kepada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Allahyarhamha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Semoga di tempatkan ke orang-orang yang beriman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Insyallah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It really made an impact on me. I wasn't close to her but i know she's a very nice person. I felt really bad as i didn't take Ayie's situation seriously. Assuming that everything was sure gonna be all right. Poor him. I neglected him. How cruel was i. I pray and hope that he'll be a stronger and wiser brother, and son. May &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Allah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; protect him and his family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Amin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Superhero haven't been online for quite some time. I used to think that ever since he's got a girlfriend, he didn't have time to go online. HAH! The fact is, he was having problems with his MSN. Oh well, i miss chatting with him..entertaining his nonsensical and irritating jokes. Gotta let him go, one day. heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So, i feel left out these few months. I've to admit. I didn't have anyone, and i mean ANYONE to pour out my happiness and sorrows with. Sad, huh? I've been keeping it all to myself. How torturing. I had no choice but to pour some, in here. It's unbearable. God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Had misunderstandings with Kathy. I'm glad it's over. You're not the only one who feels abandoned. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a text message from Asri. He said he still couldn't meet me up to get his present and that he's totally sorry about it. He's going on course for a month. It teared my heart out. I may not know if i'll still be able to meet him the following month. I won't hope for more. It hurts to know what you've planned few months back, is still not happening now...for until god-knows-when. Well, i wish him well and hopes he reach to and fro, safely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And... i'm gonna throw these tensions out at BDB's gig this Thursday at the Prince Of Wales. And of course, gonna spend some time with my BFFs and Fakhrin on the following week. Hope all of that can help me relax abit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;... above all, to be frank, i feel so unappreciated. Sometimes, having lots of friends can bring difficult and stressful times to yourself. I'm not saying i don't appreciate friendship. But i think i'm over-appreciating them until it felt like shit to see them leaving you out after some time. The worse part is, you've no idea where they've gone to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;-May the upcoming month brings better luck and happiness in my life.-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-9167423761803967143?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/9167423761803967143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=9167423761803967143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/9167423761803967143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/9167423761803967143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2010/06/turmoil.html' title='turmoil.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-388850235108407914</id><published>2010-05-09T23:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T00:16:13.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mum's Day, Mothers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;WHAT A DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;a tiring yet awesome one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Woke up at 1030am. Went to look for blue roses at the very last minute for mum. I didn't have time to order and stuffs before. So i went searching at the last minute. Lucky me, i found a flower shop at Tamp One and they did sell blue roses. I didn't have to be afraid of hearing them say, "Oh, blue roses uh? You have to order one, you know. 3 days before." -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Waited for the florists to arrange and beautify the bouquet. I'm satisfied with it. I was sure mum would be pleased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So, as mum had no idea what i've planned for her on this day, i told my siblings not to reveal whatever we've planned. Told her that we'll be having a mini celebration at home and nothing else. She told us she was doing OT but ended up doing just morning shift today. Went on with our plan though. Reached just in time before mum left for home. Told my niece to surprise her by running and gave her the flowers. To my astonishment, she looked very amazed. I thought she had the idea of us having a surprise for her but i guess we're so good in acting. LOL. Treated her at Swensen's after which, another surprise for mum. A Montclair ring that she wanted so bad. Again, i was shocked. I saw tears in her eyes and i'm happy. I'm happy that she was very pleased with the gifts. Oh, btw, there's a video of her opening this gift and while she was doing that, bro did a random act by throwing a cherry on her which landed up in between her breasts. That was superly funny, i tell you. Have a look at my facebook. HAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Last but not least, on the way back home i asked mum, "Happy today?", her reply, "VERY.", and went on hugging all of us. I told her i had the last gift for her. An ATOS Wellness Club voucher for a full body massage + steam bath and body scrub. Just for mum. It's gonna be worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is nothing compared to the love and care you gave. You've sacrificed much more than this. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;-Love you, Hasani.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-388850235108407914?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/388850235108407914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=388850235108407914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/388850235108407914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/388850235108407914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mums-day-mothers.html' title='Happy Mum&apos;s Day, Mothers!'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-3122590550687689570</id><published>2010-04-14T01:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T01:39:53.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good moorrnningg!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MORNING&lt;/b&gt;, guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I know. It's late. I can't sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Had another pathetic argument with Superhero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;At times i feel he's my saviour and the next, an enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We argue about the things we can refrain from talking about, but yet we did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Sounds childish, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;That's how we are sometimes. He loves to piss me, i love to piss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;He's just unpredictable, sometimes. Also, heartless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;He just say the things he wanna say and that's that. The moment he said something i don't like, we argue. Most of the time, he still makes fun of it when i was serious about being mad. And he still irritates me out. I don't get it. Do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Geez. Guys can be sooo... &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;undescribable&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Again, he warned me about something he've warned me too many times before. And he knew i'm not the KAYPO or the Gossip-Girl type. He's being a paranoid or something. And it pisses me off. People who know me, don't repeat the same mistakes they did. Once i said NO, means a NO. And when i've said i'm not like that, means i'm not. And if you have insecurities or having difficulties to trust me, then just buzz off. Sadly, that's what i did to him. I've said my good luck wishes and goodbye to him. He tried to make me laugh by pissing me off still, but it didn't get me. I stopped from chatting with him. After a few tries of making me talk, he gave up just like that. &lt;b&gt;Offline&lt;/b&gt;. Not even a word of SORRY. Such an egoistic man. &lt;i&gt;Sigh&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Sometimes, i wonder. Is he a friend or a foe? Or maybe he's just a passer-by who attends to my boredom-ness on MSN. I don't wish him to be that way. He's my Superhero after all. And it means &lt;b&gt;something &lt;/b&gt;when i've called him that. Surely must be a friend, a close friend or something like that. Does he even have a clue to why i call him that? &lt;i&gt;Sheesh&lt;/i&gt;. I'd bet that's a NO. Well, i'll just carry on then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;p/s: i've &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; enjoyed hating you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Hating every bit of this moment.-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-3122590550687689570?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/3122590550687689570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=3122590550687689570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/3122590550687689570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/3122590550687689570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-moorrnningg.html' title='good moorrnningg!'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-1574275299792903759</id><published>2010-04-10T21:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T01:21:13.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy month!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hey all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I've been having a pretty hectic schedule ever since school re-opens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'm currently trying to juggle with 2 jobs on hand and of course, the toughest modules for this term.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's stressful, hoping to cope with whatever i've decided to do. I know i just had to do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So, this week have been the tiring week EVER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Having yet another argument with dearest Superhero. I hate it when he tries to compare me with other girls. I thought he know me better than that. It gets very irritating every now and then. Yet, he still ask when will i ever come down to meet him at his workplace. He even scold me for not saying Hi whenever i dropped by. And whenever i never said Hi, there MUST be a reason to it. I just don't bother to drag. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;There's just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; so many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; birthdays this month. I just don't have enough time to search for prezzies and stuffs. But i had lotsa time searching for my dearest friend, Asri's a gift (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;he's in my priority list, btw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;). I'm hoping he'll like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;See, that's one of the reason to why i have to work VERY hard for. To let my friends know that i still treasure them no matter how distant they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ohh... I've sooo many things to blog about. I'm just so tired to do it now. Perhaps some other time ya, peeps? Take care!♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;p/s: Where can i get the cheapest engraving shop? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;-So wanna get over it.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-1574275299792903759?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/1574275299792903759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=1574275299792903759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/1574275299792903759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/1574275299792903759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2010/04/busy-busy-month.html' title='busy busy month!'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-1020863296014370678</id><published>2010-03-29T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T01:07:05.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy. tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hey all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I know i haven't been blogging much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's due to my laziness. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I've my reasons, i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Too much to say with too little time to blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And finally, today i forced myself to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Been bored and tired the whole week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I didn't have any plans for the week except for working. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I wonder why i just can't plan something for my holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Maybe i've too many friends that i just can't decide who to go out with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Or, they are ALL just too busy with their own lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Oh, wells..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I guess i just have to do this on my own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Anyways,  my sister was admitted to CGH this afternoon. She slipped and fell at a food court near our workplace. She couldn't move her left leg. So, had to call an ambulance and bring her to the hospital. The funny thing is, when i was told about her fall, i laughed. I thought it was just a normal fall. When i saw her in a wheelchair, looking at me with tears on her face and her eyes, as if searching for sympathy, my jaw dropped. I quickly came to her, asked her how it happened and all. I was shocked. I just have to blame the cleaner there for not putting up their signage while mopping the floor. Mama and i realised that we were so cool until we reached the hospital. Thinking of how relaxed we were when it happened when how it was supposed to be is, being furious. I guess we were all exhausted from work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh OH&lt;/b&gt;. The Observation room was near to "&lt;i&gt;bilik mayat&lt;/i&gt;". While waiting for mama to say her goodbyes to Iqa, i waited outside. I didn't realise that there was a corpse in one of the rooms near the Observation room. I saw about 4 chinese people, sitting outside that room of which, i assume one of them is an insurance agent. He went into the room and took a look at the pale foot. I don't quite have the idea on why he did that, but when i saw THAT, i quickly turned around and walk back to the observation room area. Oh my, i'm still having chills thinking about it. GOD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Now, i'm hoping and praying that my little sister's gonna be fine. Let's all pray together. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Hady, Hady, Hady!-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-1020863296014370678?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/1020863296014370678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=1020863296014370678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/1020863296014370678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/1020863296014370678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2010/03/sleepy-tired.html' title='sleepy. tired.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-8879674446288043367</id><published>2010-03-17T21:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:53:22.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams OUT, Holidays IN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Wuhoo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Finally exam's over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/i&gt;, everything almost went well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Thanks ALOT to Nabilah &amp;amp; Era for you-know-what. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Oh, sorry classmates. I seriously can't join you guys for the chalet. Happy birthday to the March babes, though. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Anyway, i've been having diarrhoea for 3 days. Today, it has stopped. Well not exactly, actually. I'm still having stomach pains. Whatever it is, i was glad that i didn't have to go to the toilet every now and then for exams like last term.. Did i mention i was having my menses too? uhhhuh. How disgusting it was to have menses and diarrhoea at the same time. Bad luck, last term. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Okay. 'Nuff of that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Let's see.. I &lt;b&gt;do&lt;/b&gt; have stories to tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Weekends was pretty tight with work and stuffs. Then met Fakhrin on Monday. Accompanied him for his jamming session. Told me to checkout his new band and advice him on vocals. I did what i had to but too bad couldn't watch him live the next night. But i did meet him in the day. Brought him food to his place as he was starving since the night before. Chilled with him at his crib for a while, then went back home to study. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Today.. I wanted to go out so bad after exams. Sort of celebrate the end of exams kinda thing. heh. But i guess, the cramp's killing me. So, went home straight and rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Okay now, there's nothing left to update. Except that, HOPEFULLY, Patchwork Neurology will be back with some good news. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;insyallah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;p/s: Superhero makin irritating or what! Sufardi pergi, Sufardi balik. Irrits sia! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perhaps you're feeling what i feel for you before. But i just don't feel quite the same now. Or maybe, just maybe, i'm unsure&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/8957007-8879674446288043367?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/8879674446288043367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=8879674446288043367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/8879674446288043367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/8879674446288043367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2010/03/exams-out-holidays-in.html' title='Exams OUT, Holidays IN!'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-3500388241681265801</id><published>2010-03-13T01:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T01:28:10.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cop Out Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yesterday night was fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Went to watch Cop Out with Ayie, Qader and Kathy. Ayie's been wanting to bring all of us out on a ride since he've finally got a license. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cop Out was a funny movie, except that i think Tracy Morgan was a 'lil too annoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. So, we went to Plaza Singapura to catch Cop Out at 2145hrs, after which we went to Simpang Bedok. We were famished by then. It all ended at 0200hrs. Finally got my sleep at 0300hrs. Woke up the next morning at 0930hrs to get ready to meet Fadilah and finish up our assignment. Left school by 1730hrs, went to IT Show and saw what i wanted. I'm so hoping i could buy them tomorrow. So bloody tempting. Almost everything tends to tempt me. Damn! haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Urgh! It's almost 0200hrs already?? Shit. I'll be in need more of sleep from now on. Gotta go for now. Need to work later. Will update soon! *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;toodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Oh, confused. Just why do i confuse myself? *rolls eyes*-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-3500388241681265801?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/3500388241681265801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=3500388241681265801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/3500388241681265801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/3500388241681265801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2010/03/cop-out-night.html' title='Cop Out Night'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-6920990004162404145</id><published>2010-03-03T23:48:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T00:53:54.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a looonggg time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;H E L L O  EVERYONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's been a very long time, indeed ey? Apologies to all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Had a problem wit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;h Nero, with bills piling up which have finally been settled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sooo... Here I Am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I know most of you have been waiting for me to post something up. Updating this and that. Even someone asked me to dump this blog for not updating this long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. L O L. Though i had the chance to get to a certain computer and logged in to the internet, i just can't bring myself to update stuffs in here. Whenever i want to blog, my brain will automatically switch off, leaving me with, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Oh hell! What do i wanna say in here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So, yeah. Life's been pretty normal. I'm so s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;o glad to see my Superhero's trying to be close with me. A super duper relief! I miss my BITCHES, though. Miss those times when we had our fights and laughters together. I really really hope we can meet up soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Now, i wanna update a 'lil about the things i've done for the month of February. Just 2 dates though. L O L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;27th Feb 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The day PWN, Kathy &amp;amp; my BFFs celebrated Ayie's belated birthday. Watched Percy Jackson, an awesome movie i must say, and had a small suprise party for Hero. A great night, with a small cock-ups at the party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;28th Feb 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A super great day. Went to Se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;mbawang Shopping Centre with Hadri &amp;amp; Yana for Hady's autograph session. I think i'm way outdated about HapyHadys updates. I thought this was the 2nd autograph session he had other than the one he had at East Point Mall. He had a few more before. What a HUGE FA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;N you are, Nursyahirah! Back to the story, Hady looked extremely gorgeous and magnificent, as always, in green shirt, dark blue jeans and boots. SO SO HOT. Here's the weird thing about me, i wasn't THAT excited about coming up on stage to get his album signed. I've NO IDEA why. But when i finally stepped on the stage, waiting for his fan before me getting herself done with the photo-takings and all, i got goosebumps. My heartbeat pumped up real fast, i was shaking. And i mean really shaking. I was hoping it ain't that obvious. We had a short chit-chat, which looks the longest from his other fans. We talked as if we've known each other from years back. Took a pic like nobody's business, more like a "We're-More-Than-Friends" pose. And for the 2nd time, i fell in love with an idol (after MJ, of course).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Thanks a lot to Had &amp;amp; Yana for entertaining this crazy s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ide of me. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;smiles widely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And oh, here's the pictures taken from the autograph session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/S46Ml_qgKNI/AAAAAAAAAJg/hrIyUvgRf1Y/s320/Photo0169.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/S46Mma8MXiI/AAAAAAAAAJo/qMMfIKK4vuQ/s320/Photo0170.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you, BFF. (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/S46MmsrdbOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/e3v1yC-A5tE/s320/Photo0171.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; I'm so happy i got this. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/S46MlHpeq1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/IcVuxIPZdb0/s320/Hadyira.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Now, tell me we look compatible. Say... "pinang dibelah dua"? Teeelll mmeee..! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;p/s: The songs in his latest album, "Sang Penyanyi", rocks my socks! Love all of the tracks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-..and then i hoped for you. and i know, it ain't good. soo not good.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-6920990004162404145?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/6920990004162404145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=6920990004162404145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/6920990004162404145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/6920990004162404145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-been-looonggg-time.html' title='it&apos;s been a looonggg time.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/S46Ml_qgKNI/AAAAAAAAAJg/hrIyUvgRf1Y/s72-c/Photo0169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-6604267933313363940</id><published>2010-01-15T16:07:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T16:30:03.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haircut and stuffs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Well.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It felt like ages since i last blogged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Been pretty busy lately, or rather lazy to blog things out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Apparently, Nero's giving me a hard time. So, i might be getting a new lappie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And i'm supposed to be on a budget to get an iTouch. Oh wells..! Gotta wait for GST Offset then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Let's see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;There's too many things i've to say. But first and foremost, i've cut my hair! Wuhoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Went to Jean Yip at SSC on Wednesday, to get a haircut from Uncle Jiji. Mama did get a haircut too. Hers is shorter. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;evil laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Uncle Jiji wanted to do a Bob Hairstyle on me. But i said NO. haha. Afraid i'll look even chubbier. But he said, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You won't la. You must look at the hands that's doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;cheeky smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Whatever gitu kan...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nevertheless, it's still a NO to me. Perhaps not now. Maybe a month later or something, i'll decide to do a Bob Hairstyle with some highlights. Awesome, ey? haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So i had a normal haircut, it's shorter than it was before. Like about 5 inches shorter? heh. Wanted to look a teenie weenie bit different, i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Anyways, there ARE too many problems indeed, for me. Wish i can talk it out with someone. But it seems like all of them are busy. And i mean, ALL. I don't wanna bother them anyway. So, like always, i keep it to myself. It's better off that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I miss my BFFs, my girlfriends, my boyfriends, my BITCHES, my bandmates.. uhh! Almost everyone i know! Wish i could remain having the old times i had. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-I know i'd be better off without you.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-6604267933313363940?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/6604267933313363940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=6604267933313363940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/6604267933313363940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/6604267933313363940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2010/01/haircut-and-stuffs.html' title='haircut and stuffs.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-8843458518534675380</id><published>2009-12-15T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T00:08:26.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new skin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hey all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;New skin is up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I've no idea what happened to the previous one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Had a computer break down the whole of last week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Didn't realise what happened in here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So, at the mean time, enjoy my new skin. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Will blog again soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-Still not over you and i wonder why.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-8843458518534675380?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/8843458518534675380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=8843458518534675380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/8843458518534675380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/8843458518534675380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-skin.html' title='new skin.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-8850207603773201302</id><published>2009-11-13T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:31:50.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the call.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stars shine so bright tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It reminds me about what you told me on the night we first met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then, the flashbacks came and slowly enlightened me with our sweet memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've always wanted to hate you, then forget you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But i can't bring myself to.. I just can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't ask why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And when you called last night, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Asking how i was, telling me your stories and recalling me about the old times, i broke down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wish you didn't say the things you said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But deep down inside, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love it when you remember it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Regretting the things you did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Both you and i know that we can't be together.. perhaps not now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But i believe in fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you're the one, i'll wait 'till the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It may sound stupid and foolish of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But you're the only one i've been thinking of after you left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Though i tried so hard to forget, i know you're the only one i love and will always love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll always be here for you though i can't be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-I'm missing you.. so bad.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-8850207603773201302?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/8850207603773201302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=8850207603773201302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/8850207603773201302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/8850207603773201302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/11/call.html' title='the call.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-5296535264767433554</id><published>2009-11-04T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T00:58:03.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy Birthday to me...! YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Triple celebration. AWESOMENESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Party was already a blast, then on my birthday itself was full of surprises and the next day, fun outing with my family but a disastrous night too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd Nov 09&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Received a phone call around 0930hrs. I saw Hasni's name on my screen and wondered, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why the hell is she calling me at this hour? Even if she wants to wish me Happy Birthday, it could've been just through sms&lt;/span&gt;". So i cleared my throat and said Hello. She wished me Happy Birthday and said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bukak lah pintu. Aku kat luar lah", my replied was, "HUH?! Serious pe??&lt;/span&gt;". I woke up and put on my head scarf and head to the door. I saw her at the corner with a small cake and a gift saying, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday!!&lt;/span&gt;" I was touched. So so touched. I thought i was in my dreams. heh. We talked for a bit then she head off to school. I went to my room and quickly opened my gift. I saw a frame with 3 of our pictures in it and one, a written speech. hee. Reading that, i almost cried. Thinking how true those words are. First surprise ever. Thanks dear. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next, i was dressed up, ready for school. Like normal days(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;except that i dressed up a 'lil&lt;/span&gt;), i went to school with a smile on my face. But i must admit, i was damn sleepy as i haven't had enough sleep due to the morning surprise. hahs! At the end of the theory lesson, my lecturer told all of us to pack our bags and go to the pantry. Thinking on how weird it was, i saw some of my classmates looking at me with a cheeky smile. Then i thought something is up. I just go with the flow though. When half of my classmates went off to the pantry, i slowly walked towards it and saw a cake. Again, i was shocked. My eyes almost popped out, i must say. Then i heard someone asked, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who's Syahirah here?&lt;/span&gt;". I was like, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me...?&lt;/span&gt;". Then that lady introduced herself and said my mum brought the cake and actually asked my agent to help her out with the surprise. Since he couldn't make it, he asked for this lady's help. And so, my classmates gave me a loud HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Some confused, asking me, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today's your birthday?? How come you didn't tell us??&lt;/span&gt;" Before i could even reply, the lady told me to gather my friends for the birthday song and cutting cake ceremony. Boy, i blushed. I could feel my blood's circulating around my cheeks, in fact. LOL. After thanking everyone there, rushed off to meet Mama &amp;amp; Sis at City Hall. The plan was to catch MJ's This Is It. When i reached, they both just smiled.. Acting as if nothing's happened. Then i said to mum, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mama naughty eh.. Ape ni surprise-surprise?? Kata tengah budget?&lt;/span&gt;", she replied, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alah, kalau dah ada ISETAN card, sign je la..&lt;/span&gt;" LOL. Then i hugged them both. Upon reaching Marina Square. Iqa suddenly showed me a green paper bag which she've been holding on since at City Hall and said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Kakak!!&lt;/span&gt;", i asked, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ni ape plak ni..?&lt;/span&gt;", she said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bukak la.. CONFIRM akak suka nya.&lt;/span&gt;" Went on and opened it. I saw a diary and an envelope inside, quite bulky. I asked, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kata nak belikan akak Everlast Shoe?? (:&lt;/span&gt;", she said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tu nanti la.. Orang belom dapat gaji..&lt;/span&gt;" LOL. Then she told me to open up the envelope. Tore the envelope and saw an awesome birthday card with guitars, amps, drumset and a microphone on it. COOLNESS. What's more, i saw MJ's badges!!! I jumped around like nobody's business and say thanks alot to my sis. Uhh. Can't imagine how happy i was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, overall, the night's AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;4th Nov 09&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bro called me up last night to say i'll be getting my present today and that i should meet him first at Tampines Mall after school. As excited as i was last night, i quickly got off from school and took the train back to Tampines. Met my sis-in-law and nieces there. I was so happy to see them. Went to look for the watch i've been aiming for. Search for the perfect prices. From ISETAN to other watch shops... AND THEN.. WALAH! I lost my phone. I don't remember misplacing it. I know i've kept it in the side pocket of my sling bag. When i tried to get my phone, i felt my zip's opened. My face expression changed totally. I quickly ransacked my bag but my phone's nowhere to be found. Used my sis-in-law's phone to call my phone. I heard the dial tone but was rejected. Called again, but the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bloody&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;criminal&lt;/span&gt; off my phone. And then i know that my phone's gone. I was in deep shit. I know mum's gonna scold me upside down for this, so does my brother and my aunty. Uhh.. WTF. I know i'm gonna report to the police straight after having dinner with them and will go to Starhub to collect my SIM card and $100 voucher, then to Samsung shop to make a report tomorrow. I hope my phone can be tracked down. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What a tragical day after a whole week of excitement and surprises. SHIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh wells, i think that's about it. I'm gonna save up and get myself another phone while praying for my darling i900 to come back to me. I miss you! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-Full of birthday cakes in my stomach.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-5296535264767433554?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/5296535264767433554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=5296535264767433554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/5296535264767433554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/5296535264767433554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me!'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-2812986134000958032</id><published>2009-11-01T20:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:36:30.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advance Birthday Partyhttp://www.blogger.com/adsense-edit.g?blogID=8957007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;W to the O to the W!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What a party yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a super fun day. I must admit, i'm quite disappointed. The people i've been longing to see on my party weren't there. I do understand that some of them may be busy with their own work and stuffs. It was, raining anyway. Terrible month to have a part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;y. heh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nevertheless, my twinzy, god brother, closest friend, girlfriend, BFFs &amp;amp; bandmates were there to hype up the party and.. it was GREAT. Having them around totally made my day. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, THANK you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amin gave me what i had once asked him for, Michael Jackson's Legendary Book. Awesome! haha. Kathy gave me a new top. It's sweet, thanks babe! My BFFs.. u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hh! The ones who really really made my day. With their surprises, sabotage and stuffs. WOW. Thanks for the awesomely huge card, Dickies bag and a new top. Like as if you guys know which Dickies bag i've been eyeing for all this while. haha! Abg Faisal was there too, he came late. Haven't seen him for years! Since my Secondary School days. Oh my! That's friggin' long. He came unexpectedly ALONE. I got shocked. Oh wells, he did it for his sweet sister. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;smiles widely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite Uncle came with his wife, pretty late too. They gave me a b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;randless yet unique and pretty watch. Coolness!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had to thank Kathy, Aizat and my dearest Al Hafiz for helping me out with almost everything. Thank you, thank you, thank you! Without you guys, my party will be as plain as EVER. (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have to apologize to my dearest bassist, Qader. Sorry for not entertaining you, your brother and your friends well. I was damn tired by the time you guys came. And oh, thanks for staying there till dawn. You ROCK! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/Su2ANtUG_yI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/NwqzuhuNi8o/s1600-h/DSCI1100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/Su2ANtUG_yI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/NwqzuhuNi8o/s320/DSCI1100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399112501277687586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-I wish you well.-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-2812986134000958032?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/2812986134000958032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=2812986134000958032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/2812986134000958032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/2812986134000958032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/11/advance-birthday-partyhttpwwwbloggercom.html' title='Advance Birthday Partyhttp://www.blogger.com/adsense-edit.g?blogID=8957007'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/Su2ANtUG_yI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/NwqzuhuNi8o/s72-c/DSCI1100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-3939463674478207323</id><published>2009-10-20T14:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:16:11.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishlist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hello Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My advance birthday party is just around the corner, and i believe most of you are invited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since some have been asking what i want for my birthday, i'm gonna create a wish list right here.&lt;br /&gt;It's a mix of my needs and wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and i'm hoping i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; won't be asking for expensive stuffs this year. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here it goes, according to the priorities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G-Shock watch &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i haven't really browse on it yet&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adidas watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/St1imXEgzwI/AAAAAAAAAJI/VdkNcIj07Jc/s1600-h/adidasW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 67px; height: 83px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/St1imXEgzwI/AAAAAAAAAJI/VdkNcIj07Jc/s320/adidasW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394576339827216130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black Vans Shoes &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haven't really browse on it too&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black Everlast Shoes&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can't seem to find any photos of it online&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black Jeans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Dickies Haversack Bag &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haven't really browse on it too&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New tops&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for some who've been dying to see me change, this is the right time. LOL&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's about it, i believe. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hopefully i'll get some of the above from some of you. *smiles widely*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;p/s: honestly, i didn't really wanna do this wish list thing. all i've been praying, wishing and hoping for is for him to come back into my life. 'coz he's my only happiness i've ever had. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Even now while i hate you it pains me to say, i know i'll be there at the end of the day.-&lt;/span&gt;&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/8957007-3939463674478207323?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/3939463674478207323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=3939463674478207323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/3939463674478207323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/3939463674478207323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/10/wishlist.html' title='Wishlist.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/St1imXEgzwI/AAAAAAAAAJI/VdkNcIj07Jc/s72-c/adidasW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-8179221145606895681</id><published>2009-09-24T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T00:44:12.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hari raya 09.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm left with nothing much to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's just TOO many shitty things happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Therefore, to make it short, i would like to say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya to all my muslim friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Salah dan silap harap dimaafkan. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-I wish i could spend this very moment with you.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-8179221145606895681?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/8179221145606895681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=8179221145606895681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/8179221145606895681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/8179221145606895681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/09/hari-raya-09.html' title='hari raya 09.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-7014404059823287288</id><published>2009-08-31T03:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T04:04:13.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love you till the end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's been almost a week i've been staying over at my dearest god brother's condo. Awesome place. I get to rest my mind for a bit. Still, problems keep coming. Family and boo. Things came abruptly. Wasn't really prepared for it. But i'm coping it well and i hope i can get through all these as days goes by, &lt;em&gt;insyallah&lt;/em&gt;. I love my family, i love my boo. That is all i care.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Staying at a condo. WOW. Relaxation. Period. Really had a great time staying here. I'm not sure when i'm going home. hahs. Didn't know my god brother and wife loved me so much to let me stay here for as long as i want. Bought me stuffs and such. I've never felt this kinda love for sooo friggin' long. I'm glad to have known these two angels. Love them to bits. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Days goes by,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her love for him gets stronger.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No matter the problems they had,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They made it through together.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things have been pretty rough for them lately,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They managed to pull it through.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She thanked ALLAH for everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For giving her the love of her life,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the never ending arguments that made their love grew even stronger.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She have him, and he has her. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The love they have for each other, will never end.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That is all she's praying for. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Insyallah, everything's gonna be just fine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMIN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I love you like i've never loved before.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-7014404059823287288?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/7014404059823287288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=7014404059823287288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/7014404059823287288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/7014404059823287288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-you-till-end.html' title='love you till the end.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-8734939980677061546</id><published>2009-08-23T04:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T05:03:44.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Aizat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Hello all.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i would like to wish Aizat a very Happy 23rd Birthday. A bless to have a birthday on the month of Ramadhan, ain't it? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see..&lt;br /&gt;I spent my Thursday night at my god bro's condo. Was in a depression mode that time. Went home the next night. I had flu, headache, cough and a slight fever on Saturday. And i heard &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Belang &lt;/span&gt;missed me so. Like as if he knows i was in a very bad state, he laid next to me, waiting for me to wake up. Whenever he feels tired, he'll lie down on the floor, still in the room. He spent his day with me. It feels strange how cats can love a human being that way. He never did that to me. I feel loved, right at the time when i needed one. Thank you, baby. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;Had a fun night. Accompanied Kathy to surprise Aizat, her beloved boyfriend, around his area. Despite the sickness i had, i had to follow her since i've promised. Met new guy friends, they're all funny in their own ways. I bet Aizat had a great night. I heard it was his first. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to break fast with them later. Damn, it's gonna be fun. At least, for a moment. I know i have to ease my mind at times. This is my chance. No matter the giddiness, the virus i'll spread. *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;evil laugh&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna turn in now. The medicine is working~&lt;br /&gt;And oh, to all my muslim friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Selamat Menyambut Bulan Ramadhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And i'm already facing so many challenges. Nevertheless, i'll never give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;-I'll love you 'till the end.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-8734939980677061546?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/8734939980677061546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=8734939980677061546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/8734939980677061546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/8734939980677061546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-aizat.html' title='Happy Birthday Aizat.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-9211715524538181938</id><published>2009-08-14T15:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T12:08:58.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the love of my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been really busy these few weeks. Sorry for not updating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now that i'm free, i'm gonna share some stories with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last weekend was a tight schedule, bookings for karaoke system the whole 3 days. And i'm so relieved that i'm finally done with Psychology assignment. Up next will be Business Administration project. I hope it's not gonna be as tough as Organisational Behaviour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So anyways, Bonz fetched me from school yesterday, then off to fetch Mama from work and had our dinner at around Mustaffa Centre. After that, sent us home, told me to get changed then we went to Vivo to watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;G.I Joe: The Rise of Cobra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, awesome movie by the way. Drove off to Mr Teh Tarik for supper then went to East Coast Park to chill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once we stepped in Vivo, i saw eyes staring at us. I knew this will happen. I'm not pretty and B's handsome, at least to me, so i believe people were talking about us. But we both know we don't care. We love each other, and that's that. It's official now, ain't it? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, like finally? LOL. I really hope this will be my last. I'm tired of falling in and out of love again and again. Love you, B.&lt;br /&gt;After all that, i reached home nearly 7 in the morning. Another long night out with B and for the first time i enjoyed feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;p/s: Kathy, sorry for not being able to join you guys. We needed some time to talk something out. I needed some clarifications, if you know what i mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-Finally, i've found the right one.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-9211715524538181938?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/9211715524538181938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=9211715524538181938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/9211715524538181938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/9211715524538181938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-of-my-life.html' title='the love of my life.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-6335706103550167237</id><published>2009-08-06T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:54:48.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm yours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is Thursday. I am physically and mentally tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know i'm pressurized, but i'm not sure why i am not stressed up that much. Prolly 'coz i'm quite used to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't continue with my assignment. I'm having a headache. Not to the extend of reaching the worse yet. I hope it won't or i'll get very groggy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, the whole week has been rather busy for me. Either with work, school or shopping. LOL. I've hardly shop these days okay. Once in a while, why not, right? And oh, i've been feeling rather happy about how my life has changed bit by bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. And yes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; has got to do with it. I rather zip it 'till it's official. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh my, i think i haven't got much to say. But i'm hoping, one day, that someone will read this. Someone who means rather alot to me. So, here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Dear Someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been trying to say this to you but i haven't got the guts to spit it out. So, here i am, hoping you would read this one day, with arms wide open, accepting every word i've to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever since i saw you, i feel as if my eyes were locked into yours. I just can't help but to stare at you, eyeing on every move you made. Yes, i find it cute. And that's what attracts me. The way you look back at me and smile, oh how i melt with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, i know it's early to say that i like you, but there, i've said it. I like you, i do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And it scares me to death knowing that the feelings i have, grew stronger. I never wanted it to happen. I know you wanted things to go slowly, it's what i wanted too. But i could never imagine it would turn out this way. After what i've been through with guys the past 3 years, i never thought i would fall for someone as fast as this again. Then i felt an overpowering heartbreak when i've been unintentionally hurting you. Deep in my heart, i would have never hurt you. It kills me to hurt you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes, when you feel that your partner is too good for you, you tend to do stupid, unthinkable things. Either to get their attention or leave them 'coz you thought they deserve better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;With all my heart, i like you alot. But i'm not sure if you feel the same way for me. I never really see the signs. Then perhaps, i'm not good enough for you. So, upon reading this, i hope you know how i feel towards you. And the reasons to why i acted strangely. I felt insecure. And now that you've stopped contacting, somehow i already know what it means. I'll be prepared for the consequences. All you have to do is, take good care of yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I guess, that is all i have to say. Hoping that you would forgive all my mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Much Much Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: Bonz, thanks for always spending your night off with me. Coming down to the east just to see me. I appreciate it loads. I miss you to bits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-Back to feeling lonely and i gotta get used to it yet again.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-6335706103550167237?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/6335706103550167237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=6335706103550167237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/6335706103550167237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/6335706103550167237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-yours.html' title='i&apos;m yours.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-3489169470006092412</id><published>2009-07-28T18:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:24:37.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memorable night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had a super fun night yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks to Aizat for inviting and not forgetting me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kathy, you've got yourself a very loving partner. How i wish i had the same. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So anyways, met Nana and Diana at Whitesands to grab some last minute stuffs. Took a cab to Pasir Ris Park and joined Aizat with his friend there. We quickly prepared the decoration of the place. I knew it wasn't gonna be that much of a surprise to Kat 'coz she's got a good sense. But i bet somehow she was surprised 'coz i'm there. hahs! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After all the photo-takings and stuffs, i called Adi. We were talking when suddenly Kathy interrupted and asked for him to come over. They chatted for awhile, i let them be. When my phone was handed back to me, i asked him if he was really coming. He thought about it for awhile 'coz he wasn't driving that night. I didn't really expect him to be there as it was very far for him. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But he did&lt;/span&gt;, for the birthday girl and me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How sweet&lt;/span&gt;, right Kat? LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He reached at the park around 12+ in the morning. Kathy and Aizat left us alone, to chill on the spider webs. We left the park about an hour later for supper at Teh Tarik, Afghanistan. I can see the boys are going on pretty well. I was glad. We headed to the nearest fitness corner and chill out. Kathy and Aizat left few hours later, looking really tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And.. i was left all alone with Adi, again. The second time we spent the night together. I was sent home, feeling pretty much happy that morning. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Didn't attend morning lesson just now. I couldn't get up. heh. But i went for the next lesson. And i'm super tired and sleepy now. Gonna take a short nap. Blog again soon. Take care, peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-..and i am pleased.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-3489169470006092412?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/3489169470006092412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=3489169470006092412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/3489169470006092412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/3489169470006092412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/07/memorable-night.html' title='memorable night.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-2840544302139683691</id><published>2009-07-22T18:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:13:50.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone too soon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gone Too Soon&lt;/span&gt; is dedicated to Ryan White, a young victim of AIDS whom MJ befriended prior to his death. MJ performed this song at the ball for former President Bill Clinton's first inauguration on 20 January 1993, where he highlighted the importance of supporting research for a cure to this disease. It was also dedicated to Wylie Draper, a dancer and actor who idolized Michael and starred in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Jacksons: An American Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;portraying MJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Draper died December 24, 1993 from leukemia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like A Comet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Blazing 'Cross The Evening Sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Gone Too Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Like A Rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Fading In The Twinkling Of An Eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Gone Too Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Shiny And Sparkly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And Splendidly Bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Here One Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Gone One Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Like The Loss Of Sunlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; On A Cloudy Afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Gone Too Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Like A Castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Built Upon A Sandy Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Gone Too Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Like A Perfect Flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; That Is Just Beyond Your Reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Gone Too Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Born To Amuse, To Inspire, To Delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Here One Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Gone One Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Like A Sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Dying With The Rising Of The Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gone Too Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And now, i'm dedicating it to MJ. I love you always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Met someone new yesterday. A friend of my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;superhero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, MSN friend of mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A coincidence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We knew each other for quite a long time, never once meet. I don't know if it's cool or not, though. heh. But anyways, had a great time with him. I thought we would meet for awhile. Never knew we would end up at East Coast Park listening to Misteri Jam 12 that night and got home around 5am. Thanks for everything, Adi. Meet you soon, bebeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-I saw that charm in his eyes and i was captured. Confused.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-2840544302139683691?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/2840544302139683691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=2840544302139683691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/2840544302139683691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/2840544302139683691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/07/gone-too-soon.html' title='Gone too soon.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-4144143269623152205</id><published>2009-07-20T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T01:06:35.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter &amp; The Half Blood Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next in the list of my favourite songs is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rumors said that this song was about MJ's pet friend, a rat. He was small when he found Ben,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; who was then named&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr Ratz&lt;/span&gt;, squealing around his kitchen at his family's home in Gary, Indiana. MJ would often share his stories to Ben while feeding him. Then one night, Ben was found dead by a mouse trap that was placed in the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ben, the two of us need look no more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We both found what we were looking for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;With a friend to call my own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'll never be alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And you, my friend, will see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You've got a friend in me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(you've got a friend in me) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ben, you're always running here and there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You feel you're not wanted anywhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If you ever look behind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And don't like what you find &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;There's one thing you should know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You've got a place to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(you've got a place to go) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I used to say "I" and "me" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Now it's "us", now it's "we" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I used to say "I" and "me" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Now it's "us", now it's "we" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ben, most people would turn you away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I don't listen to a word they say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;They don't see you as I do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I wish they would try to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm sure they'd think again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If they had a friend like Ben &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(a friend) Like Ben &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(like Ben) Like Ben &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Harry Potter &amp;amp; The Half Blood Prince was interesting, but disappoints me at the end. No, i don't read any of its books but still, i must say the ending was upsetting. We are left hanging in the end. So, let's save our money and wait till the next movie comes. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sisters&lt;/span&gt; for the day out. It's been ages since we last met. I enjoyed myself pretty much. Love you both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-One of a kind.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-4144143269623152205?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/4144143269623152205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=4144143269623152205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/4144143269623152205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/4144143269623152205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter-half-blood-prince.html' title='Harry Potter &amp; The Half Blood Prince'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-3148658846972034757</id><published>2009-07-19T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T01:43:00.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger In Moscow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Firstly, i would like to thank Kathy for the updates on MJ's funeral show the other night. I know it's been days over, but i was pretty lazy to type things out. As some of you may know that i've been somehow over-sensitive about certain issues, the fact that Kathy reminding me about the funeral show, i was seriously touched. She seemed to know how much MJ means to me. Thanks, babe. I may never knew about it until you texted me. I hardly watch TV anyways. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, Patchwork Neurology's done with the final gig for now. We'll be rocking again roughly around Raya, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insyallah&lt;/span&gt;. We're all in need of a break. It's been tough for us these few months. Nevertheless, we're still staying together as one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, i'm so looking for a part-time job now. hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, another favourite song of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is noted that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;in HIStory'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;s album tracks like "Stranger in Moscow", were Jackson's response to his personal life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="cite_ref-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stranger_in_Moscow#cite_note-0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In 1993, the relationship between Jackson and the press soured entirely when he was accused of child sexual abuse. Although never charged with a crime, Jackson was subject to intense media scrutiny while the criminal investigation took place. Complaints about the coverage and media included using sensational headlines to draw in readers and viewers when the content itself did not support the headline,&lt;sup id="cite_ref-1" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stranger_in_Moscow#cite_note-1"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;accepting stories of Jackson's alleged criminal activity in return for money,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-weight: bold;" id="cite_ref-campbell_77-80_2-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stranger_in_Moscow#cite_note-campbell_77-80-2"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; accepting leaked material from the police investigation in return for money paid&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;sup id="cite_ref-3" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stranger_in_Moscow#cite_note-3"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;deliberately using pictures of Jackson's appearance at its worst,&lt;sup id="cite_ref-tara_500-507_4-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stranger_in_Moscow#cite_note-tara_500-507-4"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; a lack of objectivity&lt;sup id="cite_ref-tara_500-507_4-1" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stranger_in_Moscow#cite_note-tara_500-507-4"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; and using headlines that strongly implied Jackson's guilt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At the time, Jackson said of the media reaction, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will say I am particularly upset by the handling of the matter by the incredible, terrible mass media. At every opportunity, the media has dissected and manipulated these allegations to reach their own conclusions&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;I was wandering in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Mask of life, feelin' insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Swift and sudden fall from grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Sunny days seem far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Kremlin's shadow belittlin' me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Stalin's tomb won't let me be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; On and on and on it came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Wish the rain would just let me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; How does it feel (How does it feel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; How does it feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; How does it feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; When you're alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; And you're cold inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Here abandoned in my fame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Armageddon of the brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; KGB was doggin' me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Take my name and just let me be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Then a begger boy called my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Happy days will drown the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; On and on and on it came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; And again, and again, and again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Take my name and just let me be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; How does it feel (How does it feel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; How does it feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; How does it feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; How does it feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; How does it feel (How does it feel now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; How does it feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; How does it feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; When you're alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; And you're cold inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Like stranger in Moscow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Like stranger in Moscow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; We're talkin' danger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; We're talkin' danger, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Like stranger in Moscow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; We're talkin' danger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; We're talkin' danger, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Like stranger in Moscow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm live in lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm live in lonely, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Stranger in Moscow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Imagine how humans do selfish things for money. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: Can't wait to meet my sisters tomorrow and watch Harry Porter! Yippee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-I love the way you laugh, the way you shop. Everything about you puts a smile on my face.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-3148658846972034757?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/3148658846972034757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=3148658846972034757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/3148658846972034757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/3148658846972034757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/07/stranger-in-moscow.html' title='Stranger In Moscow.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-7094836122222986462</id><published>2009-07-10T14:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T14:42:30.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We Are The World&lt;/span&gt; is a song written by Michael Jackson and Lionel Richie, produced and conducted by Quincy Jones and recorded by a supergroup of 45 popular musicians which includes the song writers themselves along with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stevie Wonder&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina Turner&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Billy Joel&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diana Ross&lt;/span&gt; and a few others with MJ's siblings, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marlon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Randy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tito&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La Toya&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jackie&lt;/span&gt;, also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smokey Robinson &lt;/span&gt;and other famous musicians as the extras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This single was intended to raise funds to help famine-relief efforts in Ethiopia, which had experienced unusual drought and political instability in 1984/1985.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Imagine how brilliant MJ was and has ever been. He've always thought of the poor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's the link to the video and the meaningful lyrics of the song. A superb combination of all the musicians. Rock and roll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WmxT21uFRwM#"&gt;Click here to watch.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There comes a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When we head a certain call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When the world must come together as one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are people dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it's time to lend a hand to life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The greatest gift of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We can't go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pretending day by day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That someone, somewhere will soon make a change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We are all a part of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;God's great big family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the truth, you know love is all we need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We are the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We are the children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We are the ones who make a brighter day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So let's start giving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's a choice we're making&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We're saving our own lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's true we'll make a better day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Send them your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So they'll know that someone cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And their lives will be stronger and free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As God has shown us by turning stone to bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So we all must lend a helping hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you're down and out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There seems no hope at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But if you just believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's no way we can fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, well, well, well, let us realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That a change will only come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When we stand together as one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-The greatest entertainer of all time.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-7094836122222986462?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/7094836122222986462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=7094836122222986462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/7094836122222986462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/7094836122222986462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-are-world.html' title='We Are The World'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-5009842166662504268</id><published>2009-07-09T14:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T14:14:40.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heal the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's another favourite song of mine. MJ once said that this is the song he is most proud to have created. I believe he've been trying to heal the world and make it a better place. He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt; trying to change it. And he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I teared listening to it. Thinking back on how much he've done to change the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SlWKFkUv7hI/AAAAAAAAAI4/FK0E-YVjUis/s1600-h/Heal_The_World.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SlWKFkUv7hI/AAAAAAAAAI4/FK0E-YVjUis/s320/Heal_The_World.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356339160081755666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;There's A Place In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Your Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I Know That It Is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;And This Place Could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Be Much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Brighter Than Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;And If You Really Try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll Find There's No Need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;To Cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;In This Place You'll Feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;There's No Hurt Or Sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;There Are Ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;To Get There&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;If You Care Enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;For The Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Make A Little Space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Make A Better Place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Heal The World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Make It A Better Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;For You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;And The Entire Human Race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;There Are People Dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;If You Care Enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;For The Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;For You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;If You Want To Know Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;There's A Love That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cannot Lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Is Strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;It Only Cares For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Joyful Giving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;If We Try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;We Shall See&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;In This Bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;We Cannot Feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fear Or Dread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;We Stop Existing And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Start Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Then It Feels That Always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Love's Enough For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Us Growing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;So Make A Better World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Make A Better World...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;And The Dream We Were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Conceived In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Will Reveal A Joyful Face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;And The World We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Once Believed In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Will Shine Again In Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Then Why Do We Keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Strangling Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Wound This Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Crucify Its Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Though It's Plain To See&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;This World Is Heavenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Be God's Glow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;We Could Fly So High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Let Our Spirits Never Die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;In My Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;I Feel You Are All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;My Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Create A World With&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;No Fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Together We'll Cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;See The Nations Turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Their Swords&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Into Plowshares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;We Could Really Get There&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;If You Cared Enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;For The Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Make A Little Space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;To Make A Better Place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Repeat Chorus x3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-No one can EVER replace you.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-5009842166662504268?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/5009842166662504268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=5009842166662504268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/5009842166662504268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/5009842166662504268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/07/heal-world.html' title='heal the world.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SlWKFkUv7hI/AAAAAAAAAI4/FK0E-YVjUis/s72-c/Heal_The_World.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-9174333265779087278</id><published>2009-07-08T01:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T01:25:14.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Billie Jean</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's one of my favourite song from Michael Jackson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was written by Jackson and produced by Quincy Jones. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The song lyrics refer to a real-life experience, in which a mentally ill female fan claimed that Jackson fathered one of her twins&lt;/span&gt;. I super love the bass line and MJ's vocal hiccups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Billie Jean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I said don't mind, but what do you mean I am the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Who will dance on the floor in the round &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;She said I am the one, who will dance on the floor in the round &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;She told me her name was Billie Jean, as she caused a scene &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Then every head turned with eyes that dreamed of being the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Who will dance on the floor in the round &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;People always told me be careful of what you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And don't go around breaking young girls' hearts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And mother always told me be careful of who you love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And be careful of what you do 'cause the lie becomes the truth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Billie Jean is not my lover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;She's just a girl who claims that I am the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But the kid is not my son &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;For forty days and for forty nights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The law was on her side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But who can stand when she's in demand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Her schemes and plans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;'Cause we danced on the floor in the round &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So take my strong advice, just remember to always think twice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(Do think twice) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;She told my baby we'd danced till three, then she looked at me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Then showed a photo my baby cried his eyes were like mine (oh, no!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;'Cause we danced on the floor in the round, baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;People always told me be careful of what you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And don't go around breaking young girls' hearts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;She came and stood right by me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Then the smell of sweet perfume &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This happened much too soon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;She called me to her room &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-It's the falling in love that i can't get over with.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-9174333265779087278?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/9174333265779087278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=9174333265779087278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/9174333265779087278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/9174333265779087278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/07/billie-jean.html' title='Billie Jean'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-7735303090547395542</id><published>2009-07-03T20:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:46:45.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam was a disaster.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had my exam this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Organizational Behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And i think i did it pretty badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It felt like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;disaster&lt;/span&gt;. I remembered some but failed to answer most of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just couldn't think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Imagine this, while thinking of those answers, my mind slipped away to Michael Jackson's funeral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't help but to worry how will MJ be buried. As one of the comments i read in a website, '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;as long as Allah knows, we don't have to be worried. He's not dead. He's just going home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.' It pleased me for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And so, i am trying my very best to stop worrying and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But deep in me, i'm missing him badly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not insane, mind you. I've been obsessed to MJ since i was 3. Nobody knows except for my family. So, i don't care what others might say about me. And yeah, i'm pretty sensitive these days. The death of MJ was a real shock. I get sad easily. And of course, don't you dare talk negative of him. I might not care who you are, but i sure will erupt right in front of you 'coz people who talks about him, doesn't know the real him, and definitely has never-ending jealousy of him. He's an icon. No one ever thought about the poor until MJ brought it up and helped them in so many ways. He've such an angel's heart. And of course, singers like Usher, JT, etc. won't be well-known now, if not for MJ. The music, the moonwalk, the dance. Everyone tried to BE like him but failed. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's one and only&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And for that, i don't wanna brag about it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love you, Mikaeel. May your soul rest in peace.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And oh, i spent my cash on a new bag, new dress, new 3/4 jeans and a skirt, those jeans material, by the way. Heh. I felt much better after doing some shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I felt at ease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-I'm never alone knowing you're here with me.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-7735303090547395542?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/7735303090547395542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=7735303090547395542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/7735303090547395542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/7735303090547395542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/07/exam-was-disaster.html' title='Exam was a disaster.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-687738687517059292</id><published>2009-06-29T12:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:54:58.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hectic weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;Weekends are kinda interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Mum brought me out on Saturday. She knows i'm really sad ever since my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;King of Pop&lt;/span&gt; is gone.&lt;br /&gt;So, we went to Downtown East to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Transformers: Revenge of the fallen&lt;/span&gt;. It's the 2nd time i watch this. First was with Hasni. Also, i was upset at that point of time. And prolly this movie is the only movie that can cure me for a while. heh.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to Tampines One. Went for window shopping. I'm in love with 2 dresses at Dorothy Perkins. Told my friend to help me reserve it till dad give me some cash which i assume, when the day GST offset will come. Mum grabbed some fake eyelashes at SaSa and few more stuffs then went home.&lt;br /&gt;Went for Wedding Karaoke the next day. I wanted to know the updates on MJ's funeral, so i asked Hafiz, my duet partner, to help me buy a NewPaper. And there, another story about MJ. But not the funeral though. Sigh. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really hope he'll be buried in Islamic way since he is now a muslim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my brother was there for a while to get a VCD for a competition. Went off, and came back with a broad smile. His wife told me that he won the first place. I'm not sure where exactly, and what. But he've got some cash with him. Hahs! He told me to ask mum if she wants to follow them to AMK Hub later at night, to look for Adek's bicycle. Mum agreed. So, i went back home first, get changed then met them at AMK Central. There wasn't enough time to look for the bike since we went for dinner first. I was super hungry. Went to Pizza Hut, had our food fiesta there. Then we talked and talked until, the topic about MJ was brought up. I know it won't bring any good to me. And then... Mama told my brother, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your sister was crying at home all day&lt;/span&gt;", then my brother replied, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of course la! He's her favourite ever since she was very small. We even argued about MJ's video tape and all. But she never give in 'coz he was her only favourite that time&lt;/span&gt;.", then my eyes went watery but i hold back the tears. Mama was staring at me the whole time my brother remind us about MJ's time back then. Then she said, "S&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he was 2 or 3 years old when she started watching MJ&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can never forget the time she kept repeating his videos every single day.&lt;/span&gt;" And i thought i was 5. hah! Only my family knows how precious MJ is in my life. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He was an inspiration and will always be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read Berita Minggu that morning, read about Lisa Marie Presley revealing what MJ was ever afraid of. Again, it brought me tears. He did die like Elvis, at a young age. The difference was how they both died. I never really know Elvis as he was gone before i was even born. Unlike MJ, i saw him on TV and started liking him ever since i know how to walk.&lt;br /&gt;Uhh.. I've never cried for someone's death like how i cried for MJ. This is the first time, i cried for someone's death. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He, who first brought a smile on my face, captured me with his songs and moves, and now, he's the first to bring me tears at the news of a death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to keep myself busy lately.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that MJ is gone, it affects my life bit by bit. I ate alot, seriously. I had too many ice cream these days. Just to please myself.&lt;br /&gt;I can still feel the existance of MJ around me as i watched his videos on YouTube. I love him so damn much that i can go crazy knowing that he's gone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: Congrats, bro. You are good. I'll be uploading your video in Facebook soon, depending on how many people wants to see how good you are. hahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-How he've changed my life back then and now.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-687738687517059292?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/687738687517059292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=687738687517059292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/687738687517059292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/687738687517059292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/06/hectic-weekend.html' title='hectic weekend.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-1002889094551775414</id><published>2009-06-26T17:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T20:33:48.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R,I.P Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SkS6KdRgN2I/AAAAAAAAAIw/ctgZmlXQ5_k/s1600-h/michael-jackson-is-madman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SkS6KdRgN2I/AAAAAAAAAIw/ctgZmlXQ5_k/s320/michael-jackson-is-madman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351606946042492770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I Just Can't Stop Loving You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;R.I.P Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;(1958 - 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heard the news. It's everywhere now. And to be frank, i can't accept the fact that he's gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was happy when i heard he's converting to Islam and the next thing i knew, he's gone to where he first came from. I was, really devastate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;d. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mama text me while i was on the way to school, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Kak, you're FAVOURITE HERO is DEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was wondering who could it be. And when she told me it was my first idol ever, i was so shocked. I didn't know how and what to feel. I re-read mum's messages over and over again to make sure i read it right. Without realising, i shed tears in a bus. Oh, i so can't believe this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prolly most of you would 'wonder what's so good about MJ  that people has to cry for him, anyway?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've never told anyone about this. But the truth is, i've always adored him since i was 5. I played his video tape and LD over and over again until the rest of my family members got sick and tired of it and scolded me for that. He moved me with his songs and choreography. I've started to love music ever since. He might not have made any impact to some people's lives, but he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; to mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;st of us. He was accused of child molestation. I didn't really believed that. We always knew that he love kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He've always tried to change the world to a better place. I absolutely adore his enthusiasm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I now, trying my very best to not watch his videos. I know i'm not strong enough. And i feel like going to his funeral, in fact. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope so bad, that the people who've known him personally would forgive his wrong-doings. There's no one in the world, who's perfect. So don't act as if you're all great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let us all pray for him. His life may be over for now but his songs and moves will never be forgotten. He will remain in our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;... and i really feel a great loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The worse thing is, dreaming of watching him performing Live and now has to end here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Maybe i'll see you in my dreams, Jacko. I'll always love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SkS6KdgOPCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/T3BPh7d_ij0/s1600-h/mjbanner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 127px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SkS6KdgOPCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/T3BPh7d_ij0/s320/mjbanner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351606946104228898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-Heal the world, make it a better place.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-1002889094551775414?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/1002889094551775414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=1002889094551775414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/1002889094551775414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/1002889094551775414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-michael-jackson.html' title='R,I.P Michael Jackson'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SkS6KdRgN2I/AAAAAAAAAIw/ctgZmlXQ5_k/s72-c/michael-jackson-is-madman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-46321637672487601</id><published>2009-06-21T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:36:08.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>super tired weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Firstly, i would like to apologize for having such lazy fingers to update my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I must admit, i'm pretty fatigue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had a long and tiring weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friday was a jamming session for PWN. Ended quite late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My karaoke set was booked for a wedding occasion the next day, from 1pm to 8pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had no choice but to miss yet another great performance by &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BlackDiscoBall&lt;/span&gt; @ Marina Barrage. Was upsetting, indeed. I've sent my apologies to Uncle Jiji. Sent my regards to the rest of them, hoping they would understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had a great time on that Saturday though. 'Coz my crazy duet partner was around. From the starting of the event till the end, we were really catching up on things. We haven't been seeing each other for quite some time. Even my DJ's crazy. Tell me, how does it feels to work with 2 crazy man? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Utterly cool&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing and smiling away. And there's this cute guy, i think he's married though. He smiled at me thinking that i was smiling at him. I took another glance and smiled back. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So anyways, done with that, rushed home. Unpack the stuffs then had a quick shower. Met Kathy at Teh Tarik. She was super duper hungry. And yeah, she was cranky 'coz i was late and she's totally famished. I apologised then head on to Teh Tarik and ordered our food. And oh, i saw another cute guy, he was with his family. The father looked pretty religious. I was practically staring at him, not realising it. Then.. I saw one thing that kinda shocked me for awhile but thought of it again as a common thing these days. I saw tattoos on his left arm. So, yeah. What a waste. heh. I hope he'll change for the better. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;pahala doa untuk orang lain walaupun tak kenal. hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Done with the meal, i told Kathy that i brought home some part of the wedding cake and asked if she would like to have some. Her eyes widened and then i know what it means. So, we went back to my place and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lepak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; for awhile. Talked about some stuffs, then she went home. I had to wake up around 545am the next day. Recording session for PWN. Imagine that. I'm looking like a zombie now. But i can't sleep. There's visitors. I'm not sure who. LOL. I'll just wait till the time for a total worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, i sooo can't wait to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Transformers 2: Revenge of the fallen&lt;/span&gt;. The soundtracks from different bands interest me so bad. I hope to watch it this Wednesday with an old friend. Super excited. Wuhoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay. Gotta end now. Wanna watch some movies to kill time. See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-How i miss you so...-&lt;/span&gt;&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/8957007-46321637672487601?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/46321637672487601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=46321637672487601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/46321637672487601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/46321637672487601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/06/super-tired-weekend.html' title='super tired weekend'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-8697558075243896491</id><published>2009-06-06T13:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T17:24:58.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tiresome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got home late yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Took the last bus and reached home at about 1 plus in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once in a while, it's fun. Ayie wanted me to stay with them(Qader &amp;amp; Zeek) for the first train but i felt sticky and reealllyy tired. So, i had to turn down his offer. He sulked for awhile. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We met at Far East Plaza to support False Pause at StreetClap 09. It was cool. We got clappers. Zak got herself a StreetClap tees while i got some sort of Youth Games goodies. We both were questioned by the host. Like as if Anabelle Francis know what i was thinking, i wanted to know what's inside the goodie bag. LOL. When she came nearer i was practically mumbling "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh shit. no no no. damn&lt;/span&gt;.", and Zeek was smiling. Then she called me up to get the goodie bag and asked, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's your Name?&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh erm, i'm IRA&lt;/span&gt;.", "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Congratulations AMIRA. Here's for you.&lt;/span&gt;" -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I turned to look at my dearests and they were all laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then came the results. False Pause won 2nd place. They were awesome. Ashek didn't look like Osama that day. And Ian wears a mask out of a sudden. All of them looked mysteriously hot with their jumpsuits and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, went to Taka Garden after that. Miru asked Yat along to the gents while we joined Yat's gf and her sister at the garden. She prepared the cake and waited for us to surprise Yat. It didn't really happen as planned 'coz Zeek wanted to do something else at the last minute. Miru called and already saying they are on the way there. Then thought of making it simple, but they've reached. So, it's no longer a surprise. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SioIvosNkKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/B8qZAXzWmvk/s1600-h/DSCI0746.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/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SioIvosNkKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/B8qZAXzWmvk/s320/DSCI0746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344093522298245282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;The shy birthday boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then, when the musicians combined.. Topics were everywhere. Soccer, music, this and that. So, i let them be. It's great to see how well they get along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SioJN02eexI/AAAAAAAAAIY/caCVM-u-7bk/s1600-h/DSCI0760.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/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SioJN02eexI/AAAAAAAAAIY/caCVM-u-7bk/s320/DSCI0760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344094040958597906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While the rest were busy chatting away, Qader's busy doing his "thang" with his skateboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next up will be Arajua and BlackDiscoBall. heh. I can't wait to see this family clan of ours to build up and shine together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SioJOKlexxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Zv1_ucB2fuo/s1600-h/DSCI0764.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/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SioJOKlexxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Zv1_ucB2fuo/s320/DSCI0764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344094046792894226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Patchwork Neurology with False Pause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-Team Ozawa.-&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/8957007-8697558075243896491?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/8697558075243896491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=8697558075243896491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/8697558075243896491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/8697558075243896491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/06/tiresome.html' title='tiresome.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SioIvosNkKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/B8qZAXzWmvk/s72-c/DSCI0746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-293940018101851531</id><published>2009-06-05T01:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T01:59:28.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>penniless yet again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went out the whole week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As Patchwork Neurology are all having a break, i've spent this moment of time to really catch things up with BFFs and family. Went out with mum and sis the past two days. Had a great time, great bonding, finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday's one of my BFF's birthday, Hadri. So, spent the day with them at Seoul Garden then Singapore Flyers. He turned 22. I believe he's very much proud of his age. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Happy Birthday, bro. You deserve the happiness you need. We'll always be there for you, man. Love you loads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SigCkzISTCI/AAAAAAAAAH4/btDYOL2VIf4/s1600-h/DSCI0752.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/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SigCkzISTCI/AAAAAAAAAH4/btDYOL2VIf4/s320/DSCI0752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343523789098601506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;The birthday boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really had a great time. Thanks to BFFs and their partners. They're all wonderful. That's them. No matter how far we are, we get even closer as time goes by. So cheerful, lovely, protective and always caring. I always feel secure whenever they're with me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love you guys to bits&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SigEB_iAUGI/AAAAAAAAAII/lcXzA2co1bE/s1600-h/DSCI0738.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/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SigEB_iAUGI/AAAAAAAAAII/lcXzA2co1bE/s320/DSCI0738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343525390155534434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From left: Lini, Ira, Fadhli, Arfas, Yana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Below: Hadri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not in picture: Nad, Satria, Suzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gonna support False Pause later in the evening at Far East. After which will celebrate Yat's birthday. I hope we're all gonna have a great time despite the problems we had recently. As Ian from FP says, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do handle this case properly, k.. &lt;/span&gt;", bet i would. heh. How great is it to have a family clan in the music industry. hahs. The care and concern for each and every members is always there.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now. I'm tired. Gonna turn in rather early tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Never give up in simple distractions in life that can bring us down.-&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/8957007-293940018101851531?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/293940018101851531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=293940018101851531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/293940018101851531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/293940018101851531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/06/penniless-yet-again.html' title='penniless yet again.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SigCkzISTCI/AAAAAAAAAH4/btDYOL2VIf4/s72-c/DSCI0752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-1004284677504331698</id><published>2009-05-29T13:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:30:03.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey all.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been feeling very tired. I get worn out easily these days. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, i don't feel like going to school today. LOL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, i'll drag myself to school. I won't wanna upset mum. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Slept quite late yesterday. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one of the things i should stop doing is, being a night owl. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Talked to Nirah about some unexpected stuffs, will explain later.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear Miru out 'coz he worries me lately.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before all that, Al Hafiz came to my place again to record his song for the 2nd time after the 1st had been a failure. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;, a success i must say. The quality might not be that good, what do you expect, right? A budget recording. Home recording, my place, with too much of noise. hahs. But hey, i think it's worth for the 1st trial of TonePort and Audacity. heh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here, as i promised him i'll only pass the song to Miru, so i've uploaded the instrumental version in here. I love the instrumental version. It touched my heart. (:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all that, Miru gave his comments and critics. I kinda find it hard to accept it, at first. But i realised he is good in these stuffs. So, i told Al Hafiz about it. He chose to just leave it as he believes, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It's just a song composing competition. Not a song recording competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells~&lt;br /&gt;It's not worth the argument. Really. hahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then Nirah nudged me. She talked about her problems. And i talked about mine. I feel comfy with her. She's a nice friend. So, i let it all out with her as she wants to know about Al Hafiz so much. Then she advised me on what to do and what not to do, based on her experience. I'm not sure if i'm gonna give it a try, but i think i've waited long enough and knowing that he's still living his life at his past, i know i can't win. I don't think i'm strong enough. Might be better off this way. Keep clinging on to him till God knows when. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; do. That's all i have to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-Unfair.-&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/8957007-1004284677504331698?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/1004284677504331698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=1004284677504331698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/1004284677504331698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/1004284677504331698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/05/sleepy.html' title='sleepy.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-2595748121569127662</id><published>2009-05-25T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:40:30.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>down. Down. DOWN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel real down now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Problems came after another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Al Hafiz came to my place for recording of his song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went pretty well at first, until..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The software created some problems. We managed to work it out soon after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then came another problem and so on. We were both tired by then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The worse thing was, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rizzo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; went on stand by out of a sudden. I panicked. I seriously panicked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The song was almost done. Left with the vocals only. After a few trials of trying to fix the problem, i ended up listening to Hafiz's "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just off it lah. What to do. We'll do it some other time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was upset. I bet he was twice as much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He left home without hugging me. I guess he was very very much upset. Practically, it was my fault. It's my lappie. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But, sigh.. What am i to do? Shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;I really hate it when it has to end this way. No hugs. No handshakes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So anyways, gig was awesome. We had the best crowd ever. They were moshing around, headbanging and all. Poor Yat &amp;amp; Miru. Their stuffs got moshed too. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Videos will be uploaded in Facebook and Youtube very soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks to our friends who came and showered us with the never-ending love and support. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The saddest thing is, to see with my own eyes, that you're still hoping for someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-I've tried so hard.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-2595748121569127662?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/2595748121569127662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=2595748121569127662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/2595748121569127662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/2595748121569127662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/05/down-down-down.html' title='down. Down. DOWN.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-8258926269506502686</id><published>2009-05-06T12:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:36:14.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alhamdulillah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Upon seeing that sweet smile of mine in here(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;), i assume most of you knows that i'm pretty much happy with the things happening in my life for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Met Al Hafiz, Hasni &amp;amp; Mama after school yesterday. Went for dinner at Century Square then to Tampines1. It's been a few months, i think, of not talking to Has. heh. I've always made the first move, you know. Hasni, if i've never love you more than a friend, i would've dumped you already. LOL. So we did quite alot of catching up. How i miss them both. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And.. yeah. Life's gonna be a lil better now. hahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;So Love, is always about understanding one another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Having trust in each other. Respect. Loyal. Honesty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;If one fails to do so, than the other would be either trying or give it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On a certain basis&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;The one who tends to give up, is a loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause no matter what, they never really did try to make things right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;And for the one who keeps trying, is a winner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause the Love for that someone is always there and is never going down without a fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Both hands would never clap if Love is never there from the start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fate is in the hands of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Almighty&lt;/span&gt;. You can never change it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;If He take the best from you, He'll give you something better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-Alhamdulillah..-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-8258926269506502686?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/8258926269506502686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=8258926269506502686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/8258926269506502686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/8258926269506502686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/05/alhamdulillah.html' title='Alhamdulillah.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-6499518776698299656</id><published>2009-05-03T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:41:20.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a hectic weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had to rush here and there and i hardly have the time to rest well. But i think i'm gonna rest well enough this week. hahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, the gig last Saturday was cool. An impressive performance by Patchwork Neurology. Although the showmanship was still not up to expectation, but i must say, the music was tight.  I pretty much enjoyed myself with the music, especially Nosebleed, our one and only original so far. I am so proud of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After the gig, i had the intention to watch BlackDiscoBall at Prince Of Wales but i had no choice but to skip that as my bandmates are unable to make it. And i wouldn't wanna go alone, i'm a shy person. LOL. So, i followed Kathy, Aizat &amp;amp; Nana to Fathi's family chalet. I was having a massive headache that point of time. I was exhausted, i guess. Reached home at about 12am. Woke up at ard 11am the next day. And prepared myself to meet Kathy &amp;amp; Aizat at Simei to support Fathi &amp;amp; Eddy in Anugerah 09 auditions. And hell yeah, they made it! Got goosebumps while they sang. They were awesome. All the way, guys! Congrats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, after that.. I rushed to Somerset to meet the rest of my dearests and watch the Change Of Guards Parade. Ayie was playing the snares. He looked really cute in his No.1 uniform. And as always, he was good &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; looking good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And so, i went home after that. I was pretty fatigue and hungry by the time i reached home. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, that's all for now. Pretty much a boring entry, but i had fun this weekend. Thanks alot to the people involved. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And oh, tomorrow is my dearest crazy best friend's birthday and i've a little something-something for him. Here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To the one and only, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miru&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Time passes by pretty fast and it's been almost a year since we knew each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;I thank ALLAH, for bringing me to you(vice versa. LOL).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;It's been a great time having you around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;The fabulous memories we had. The ups and downs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;And no matter what happens, i still love you man. You're the best human being on earth i could ever find. A very talented musician with a creative mind. A caring, idiotic, loveable, lame, pathetic, craziest friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;What more could i ask for? heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;I really hope this friendship of ours will last till eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;I treasure you alot 'cause, you've been the pillar of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you for everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Have a blastful birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROCK ON, BROTHA! \m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-..it starts with one thing.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-6499518776698299656?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/6499518776698299656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=6499518776698299656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/6499518776698299656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/6499518776698299656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekends.html' title='Weekends.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-7816939831618834212</id><published>2009-04-26T02:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:54:15.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day out with PWN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had one tiring yet enjoyable day today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sadly, Luge and Skyride outing with Kathy, Nana &amp;amp; Fathi was canceled due to some reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, watched Festival Melayu Ada at Taman Warisan. Supporting Zak &amp;amp; Miru. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I met an ex there. Miru asked what's his name.. And i went, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh, erm.. hmm.. omg. i forgot! i dunno lah! -_-&lt;/span&gt;". hahs. I was surprised myself. hee. After that, we had our dinner at Zam Zam Restaurant. Miru, Zak, Yat &amp;amp; gf went back to watch the gig while Ayie, Zeek, Qader and me went to Bras Basah Complex. Ayie wanted to get a tuner &amp;amp; metronome stuff. We hang around there for awhile then went to Paradiz Centre for Left4Dead game. Haha. The game is cool okay. I've played it thrice but i still can't get the hang of it. How pathetic. LOL. About an hour later, we planned to head home but Ayie was hungry and so was Zeek. We went to Lau Pa Sat for supper. Met Ayie's mum, dad and brother there and was sent home by Ayie's mum after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Long day. Long night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And i'm still wondering if i can go to Miru's Family Chalet later this afternoon. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Miru, sorry if i don't go okay. I know you've been there for many of my ocassions but perhaps i've to skip this one from you. But then again, i thought there will be someone who will replace me, no wait, who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; been replacing me, your beloved girlfriend. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Truly sorry okay. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-..and i'm confused.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-7816939831618834212?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/7816939831618834212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=7816939831618834212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/7816939831618834212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/7816939831618834212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-out-with-pwn.html' title='Day out with PWN.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-4000610148948804556</id><published>2009-04-13T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:24:06.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gig &amp; Chalet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm back with a lot of stories to tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gig was a blast. There were cock-ups but still, the gig was a great piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks to the bands for making it happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally i get to meet my old close friend, Fakhrin, from Grave Silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The band was pretty tight and cool. For these years i've known Fakhrin, i never knew he can sing. With high pitch vocals. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Great opening we had. And a havoc ending by Epicnosis. Cool shit, guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I would like to highlight these bands/crews, for making the gig a meaningful and enjoyable one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patchwork Neurology&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of course. I love you guys to bits&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black Disco Ball&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for the crazy and perfect performance&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grave Silence&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; for helping me with the security&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4Hate&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for being there at the after gig party&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kathy &amp;amp; Nana&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for ALWAYS being there when i needed help on that day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The rest of the bands who've performed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And last but not least, to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for helping me out in so many ways. The chalet, the gig, the food. Everything. Thanks alot mum. Love ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I look forward to working with you guys soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And not forgetting to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my dearest and forever crazy best friend&lt;/span&gt;, the closest to me in the band, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miru&lt;/span&gt;. He've found someone new to fill up his lonely moments in time. LOL. Yes, he've found his soulmate. Congratulations, guys. May you both be happy and may this relationship last till eternity.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-The greatest moment of all time.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-4000610148948804556?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/4000610148948804556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=4000610148948804556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/4000610148948804556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/4000610148948804556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/04/gig-chalet.html' title='Gig &amp; Chalet.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-8149042015245705645</id><published>2009-04-06T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:42:22.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;HELLO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay. Let me start off by saying, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; SICK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah. Haven't been feeling that well these days. Can't seem to rest well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prolly 'cause i think too much. Too many last minute problems and stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But i'm still doing fine. I'm still able to walk and talk. So, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whatever it is, i can't wait for 11th of April. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I get way too excited about it. I hope my dearests are prepared for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;, for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, nothing interesting to share with you guys for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went to Marina Barrage with my cousins last night. A fact that the place is nothing much but a bore. The view is nice though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, i can't wait for the outing with my girlfriends. Plan fast, girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, i'll be busy preparing for the gig and chalet. So, i'll do the updates next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Till then, take care people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-If only we're not as close as this..-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-8149042015245705645?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/8149042015245705645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=8149042015245705645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/8149042015245705645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/8149042015245705645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-only.html' title='if only..'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-2748065490370952577</id><published>2009-04-02T16:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T17:00:34.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>always on my mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I've been told that people are somehow great with their minds.&lt;br /&gt;So, some are&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; suspicious&lt;/span&gt;, some are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clueless&lt;/span&gt;, some starts assuming.&lt;br /&gt;Before it gets worse, i'm gonna stop updating about him for now.&lt;br /&gt;It's gotta end somehow, right?&lt;br /&gt;The time has come for him to be happy, and for me to be happy for him.&lt;br /&gt;I love him, yes i do. But that doesn't mean i have to have him for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Fate. I leave it all to fate.&lt;br /&gt;And i've made up my mind to go with the flow. Let it all happen naturally. I won't change a thing. And i hope, it's for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's not about giving up. It's about giving in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-Always On My Mind.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-2748065490370952577?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/2748065490370952577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=2748065490370952577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/2748065490370952577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/2748065490370952577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/04/always-on-my-mind.html' title='always on my mind.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-1931568781656742562</id><published>2009-03-27T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:38:04.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As i type this, my mind is jam packed with loads of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But what's most irritating is to have his picture on my mind. There are alot of updates from her that i realise she's never giving up on him. And it tore me apart. I can't do this anymore. Because every time i think of him, it suffocates me. On the other hand, i want him to be happy. The best for him. He, who matters most is slipping away. I need someone to talk to. But it's only 1420hours. Hero is working. Miss Curly is i believe, still snoring. I'll have to do this on my own. I'll just do whatever i can to ignore the pain. This time, it hurts so bad. I still can't believe i do stupid things just to relieve the pain when i know it hurts me more. And yes, i got scolding from mum last night. I deserve it somehow. I never did tell her anything about it though. All i said was, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gig, mum. I'm afraid some bands are not able to sell off the tickets and i've to fork out my own money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;". Well, that's another thing i'm worried about. Sigh. I just hope all is well soon enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And Hasni, if you're reading this. Congratulations for getting yourself someone new. Hope this time works well for you. All the very best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ku akui ku sangat sangat menginginkanmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Tapi kini ku sadar ku diantara kalian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Aku tak mengerti ini semua harus terjadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Ku akui ku sangat sangat mengharapkanmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Tapi kini ku sadar ku tak akan bisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Aku tak mengerti ini semua harus terjadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Lupakan aku kembali padanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Aku bukan siapa-siapa untukmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Ku cintaimu tak berarti bahwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Ku harus memilikimu slamanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;..and tears fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-Just how can i lie to my ownself?-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-1931568781656742562?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/1931568781656742562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=1931568781656742562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/1931568781656742562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/1931568781656742562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-i-type-this-my-mind-is-jam-packed.html' title=''/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-2866023347264945879</id><published>2009-03-23T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T00:57:43.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragus Piercing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Back again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just got back from posting up posters at jamming studios around Bugis, that we know and at Boat Quay. Fatigue i am. Nevertheless, i had fun. Especially with Ayie and Qader around. heh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyways, i had my left tragus pierced. Yes. You read it correctly. I had that done yesterday with again, my dearests. I can't seem to do anything alone now. Because i k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eep depending on them sometimes. heh. I have to work on that. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, yeah. My weekends are spent hanging around with my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dearests. Sheesha-ing with them. Even Mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; joined us. hahs. Still, no matter what i do, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no matter how hard i tried, i fail to forget a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bout him. Like i mentioned on my previous post, it's like clinging on me. Not wanting to let go. I know i had to, and i know it's gonna take some time. And i hope, i won't do anything stupid again now. Because, i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;know there are friends who love me and fa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mily to think of. So trying to do something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;stupid which will end up in a suicide, will su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rely be a huge NO. No more of it. Enough. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, only if i manage to stop thinking about it, that is&lt;/span&gt;. I know, that's pathetic. But i can't help it! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i'm gonna say i will move on. I have to open up my mind and hold up a welcoming hand for new comers. Yes, i have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And there, Patchwork Neurology's own gig. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;11th of April 2009&lt;/span&gt;. Do contact me for booking of tickets. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Free soft drink&lt;/span&gt;s are given to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first 100 audiences&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/ScZtc5gjyNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/lUR4PfZogls/s1600-h/pandamonium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/ScZtc5gjyNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/lUR4PfZogls/s320/pandamonium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316056753398597842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hope to see you guys there! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Thanks for those who've been hearing me out. Hero and heroine. I love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I hurt myself again, still don't know why. I end up the same way each and every time. I can't avoid the truth.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-2866023347264945879?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/2866023347264945879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=2866023347264945879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/2866023347264945879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/2866023347264945879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/03/tragus-piercing.html' title='Tragus Piercing.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/ScZtc5gjyNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/lUR4PfZogls/s72-c/pandamonium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-4276745985675876111</id><published>2009-03-20T23:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T00:14:26.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wish you knew.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been silent for quite some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another apology i seek. I've been pretty lazy to blog out about what has been going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But now, i've nowhere else to confide in. And so, let me begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There were confessions made last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And i'm pretty much confused on what i'm supposed to feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's as if i've been frozen. Shocked, Happy, Hurt, Betrayed. It was jumbled up altogether. And i admit, i hate when those feelings came all at once. It's been a very long time since i felt that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I couldn't sleep last night. I tossed and turned. Then i gave up. I let myself feel sleepy on my own. So, at around 6am, i finally get myself some sleep. Woke up before 12pm. Called Miru to wake him up for Friday prayers. And then, i think about last night again. I couldn't take it. So i gave up on sleeping and forced myself to get up. Felt like i've been thrown a huge stone at the back of my head. And again, that headache i haven't been having for quite some time, came eventually. I did not want to care so much about it, so i turned on Rizzo, my lappie, and found myself looking at the screen for a while. Signed in on MSN, hoping my friends would ask me out. But sadly, none was free. So, i had no choice but to make a decision on what to do. Googled for some latest movie that's on theatres now. Found. Chat with dearest Miss Curly for awhile. She's been a very very good listening ear, i'm glad i knew her. She knows almost every single thing that's been going on with my life. I cried, i laughed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, with her. So i quickly washed up, got myself ready within an hour. Went out and proceed to Downtown East. Watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Paul Blart: Mall Cop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. I was looking for a comedy. So, this was the only thing i could find. And yeah, it was hilarious. I didn't care about whoever's beside me, i just laughed my ass off. After that, went to Pasir Ris Park, as planned. Strolled down the beach for a while and took a seat somewhere at the end. And then, i remembered, i bought something earlier at Cheers. Something i haven't touched for soo loong. Cigarettes. Yes. Ciggies. Without any hesitations, i took one stick, light up and breathe in. I haven't been feeling as calm as this. Done with that, i inhaled the air. Cold breeze, i shivered for awhile. Took my mp3 and listened to my favourite songs. And then, the track which i wanted to avoid from listening, played through the earphones and then, my ear. I never skipped. I let it be, and then tears fall down. Yes, i couldn't help but to think about last night again. Without knowing, i repeated the song over and over again. Took another ciggy and light it up. With that done, the headache comes again. I tried to remain myself calm and after a few minutes, another ciggy has been lighted up. That, done too, i felt an extraordinary pain on my head. I cried, trying to hold back the pain. And then i felt nauseatic. Wanted to throw up but couldn't force myself to. So i tried to walk, head home. I was feeling very weak by the time i left the park. I hailed for a cab. Hoping to feel better once i'm in. Failed. It got worse, in fact. Felt like my hair's been pulled backwards. Reached home, freshen up, took some medications and rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know, i may have done the stupidest thing. Doing the things i knew, would hurt me most. But for once, i enjoyed the pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;When the darkness finds the night  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My heart still beats for you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;In your eyes I see the light  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But what can I do, I tried my best to walk away  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So I don't have to feel the pain  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It goes on and on, on and on  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And this emptiness I feel goes on and on  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;On and on  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;As I cried myself to sleep I just can't go on  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;On and on  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;When this love I feel for you is oh so strong  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;On and on, on and on  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Why can't I feel your heartbeat next to mine  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The way it used to be  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I love that purpose felt so right  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I need you to see I try my best to walk away  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But I just can't ignore the pain  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It goes on and on, on and on  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And this emptiness I feel goes on and on, on and on  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;As I cried myself to sleep I just can't go on  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;On and on  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;When this love I feel for you is oh so strong  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;On and on, on and on  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Can I find a way to let you know  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Could I ever make you see  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Baby you took my soul and took my heart  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But the pain you left all for me  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It goes on and on  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;On and on  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And this emptiness I feel, it goes on and on, on and on  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;As I cried myself to sleep I just can't go on  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;On and on  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;When this love I feel for you is oh so strong  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;On and on, on and on  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You've got someone else to share your nights  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I guess it's meant to be  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;In your eyes I see the light  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But the light's not from me  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I turn around and walk away  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But I'll never escape the pain  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It goes on and on, on and on  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It goes on and on  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;p/s: Million thanks to Asri &amp;amp; Idah for being the best advisor i could ever seek. Love you both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-Betrayed myself and eventually, hurt myself. What else can i do?-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-4276745985675876111?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/4276745985675876111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=4276745985675876111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/4276745985675876111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/4276745985675876111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/03/wish-you-knew.html' title='wish you knew.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-3608103426359082368</id><published>2009-03-09T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:23:52.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd placing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm superly fatigue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I apologized for abandoning my blog yet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been busy with stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Didn't get the chance to update anything in here. In fact, i've no idea what to talk about. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, i'm taking this opportunity to tell you guys that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Patchwork Neurology got 3rd placing for TalentQuest 09. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And of course, i'm proud of them even though it was so unsatisfying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Zeek's amp created some problems. In the end, Miru was left alone playing the guitars. Luckily, it still sounded good. And then i thought, there goes getting at least 2nd place. hahs. But that's fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's always a next time in everything, right? Oh wells...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mum's doing fine, so far. Still having headaches though. Maybe it's the medicine effect or something. Hopefully she'll recover soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am so in need of a break now. Too stress over the band stuffs. Preparing this and that. And oh, i can't believe Ayie and Miru said i looked thinner. I thought i ate alot when i'm stressed out. Ok. That's a good sign. I should be skipping some meals and maybe start to exercise abit. HAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And so.. I've nothing else to talk about. Will update soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-Blissful Agony-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-3608103426359082368?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/3608103426359082368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=3608103426359082368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/3608103426359082368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/3608103426359082368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/03/3rd-placing.html' title='3rd placing.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-2042223479801613103</id><published>2009-03-01T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T01:00:49.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the bad news came after the good news.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been 3 nights Mama has been admitted to CGH. She had bad migraine, bad heart condition and high blood pressure. It all started with some arguments between her, her friend and Iqa. I didn't know anything until one by one, called me on my mobile. I was shocked. Didn't know what to do. It's a long complicating story. So, i don't wish to story-tell in here. I've let it all out to Ayie, my dearest PWN hero, last night. From the day i cried in front of Miru, 'till the night i felt like killing my dad. And yeah, i cried after letting it all out. He even told me he felt like crying, hearing my story. LOL. I'm not sure if he does. And yeah, problems just grew bigger at times. I must say i was out of control. It has always been me as the middle person, the one who has to think of what to do, the one who have to have a solution to every problem there is. And i swear, it tires and sickens me out. And then, it's back to square one. Me being quiet with nothing much left to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mum, it's never a burden to hear you out. Every single problems you have, it's my responsibility to listen and do my best to make things right. I just don't feel comfortable telling people about my problems. So, i tend to shut myself. Coz i've learned, in life, you can't rely on anyone but yourself. Sharing others, might burden them too. I've been there. And it hurts to have trusted someone, but in the end, they gave up on us. So let me carry all this alone and find the way out to every dark moments we have. I love you. So if you were to go, i'll follow wherever you'll be. PWN can take good care of themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;p/s: Thank you, Hasni &amp;amp; Kathy. For visiting Mama. I appreciate it alot. Let us all pray for her well-being. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-It's never easy to make a wise decision.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-2042223479801613103?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/2042223479801613103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=2042223479801613103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/2042223479801613103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/2042223479801613103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-bad-news-came-after-good-news.html' title='when the bad news came after the good news.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-8872099143406054753</id><published>2009-02-26T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T01:03:34.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITE Band Idol 09!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Our sacrifices have finally paid off.&lt;br /&gt;We got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd place&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ITE Band Idol 09&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alhamdulillah~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was all unexpected. I was honestly a lil bit disappointed with their performance. But after they explained, i think i understand their situation, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;We were all extremely happy but unsatisfied still. 'Coz they expected the 1st place. However, getting 6 trophies and 1 big trophy(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for me&lt;/span&gt;), is good enough. It's just a beginning. I know we can do much better in the future.&lt;br /&gt;From ITE Macpherson's hall, we went down to the canteen to meet Mama, who've been waiting and keeping an eye for the stuffs. We decided to give her a surprise. So we actually told her we didn't win, hiding our trophies at our backs. And when finally i couldn't help it, i showed her the big trophy i was holding. And she was half-stunned and said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I knew you guys will be going home un-empty handed."&lt;/span&gt; And yes, i am proud of myself for making Mama proud of me and the boys. So we went to Vivo City's Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's to celebrate this once in a lifetime token. It was on Mama and myself. FINALLY, a brand new start for all of us. Hoping to get 1st place for TalentQuest 09.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures taken after the show and at Ben &amp;amp; Jerrys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SaV3MBSGecI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Bd8d0V_hE98/s1600-h/SNC00050.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/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SaV3MBSGecI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Bd8d0V_hE98/s320/SNC00050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306778784312490434" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;         2nd place! Hell Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SaV3Mjjf3oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/kOmFBVqzAtg/s1600-h/DSC02541.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/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SaV3Mjjf3oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/kOmFBVqzAtg/s320/DSC02541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306778793512263298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;They love their BM. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SaV3MzmoeZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/GJJQwklCN1E/s1600-h/SNC00054.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/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SaV3MzmoeZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/GJJQwklCN1E/s320/SNC00054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306778797820377490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;  Zeek is gone. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SaV3NH91ltI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ztZ9ZRUpcHM/s1600-h/SNC00057.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/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SaV3NH91ltI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ztZ9ZRUpcHM/s320/SNC00057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306778803286415058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;  The&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lepak&lt;/span&gt; couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;TalentQuest 09&lt;/span&gt;, here we come...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-The Only Way..-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-8872099143406054753?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/8872099143406054753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=8872099143406054753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/8872099143406054753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/8872099143406054753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/02/ite-band-idol-09.html' title='ITE Band Idol 09!'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SaV3MBSGecI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Bd8d0V_hE98/s72-c/SNC00050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-3783687981381717666</id><published>2009-02-13T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T02:14:07.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>St James finally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just got home. Been busy the whole week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;With bandmates, then catch things up with BFFs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And oh, i met my BFFs yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Was supposed to meet them around 4+ at Plaza Singapura.  But Fas couldn't make it that far. So i told Fadh to change venue to woodlands. He told me he would get back to me. So, i waited. Went to Parkway Parade for awhile to have dinner with Mama..and shopped for some stuffs. hahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then meet the rest at Causeway Point. Was happy to finally meet them. Fadh's going to Brunei soon. So, he wants to meet me like ASAP. Then came the invitation to St James. Fadh was like, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ira, let's go St James. I'll be going off to Brunei soon, you know. When else can we have so much fun together..? Please...? Had, Azim and Haizel's going. Go, please...?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was definitely in feeling of guilty. Those who knew, i've been wanting to go St James all this while. But i've been having those nervous breakdown kinda thing when it comes to clubbing. Never been there. So, yeah. hahs. So when Azim, Haizel &amp;amp; Had came, they all persuaded me to go and making sure that they will take good care of me. So i told Mama, she got jealous instead of saying NO. Lol. And there, finally. Ira Syahirah goes to St James. My thought was obviously running..thinking.. And of course, i would be happy to meet my dearest Superhero there. And yeah, i did get to see him. I was wanting to actually call n say Hi, but can't bring myself to because firstly, i didn't want him to actually nag at me right there. Secondly, i was afraid he might not recognise me. And thirdly, i was shy. LOL. So, yeah.. I was observing him from far. And when finally i've collected my strength, i tapped him on his stomach. He smiled and wave. Thinking if he actually know it was me or some other girls who just &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;suka-suka&lt;/span&gt; do such things. Lol. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OOHHH&lt;/span&gt;, he's definitely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;101% HOT&lt;/span&gt;. Like none other i've seen. His parents must be hot too. heh. Ok, so here's how the conversation like in MSN later, when we reached home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              psst. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: i saw u lah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: u ah.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: come lah say hi.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: ni tap me then go away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: ape lah.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: i da lah bz.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: ramai kan tadi... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              abeh nk teman my frens.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              i kan penakot.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              oh. tak kena lecture eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superhero: takot ape??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: lecture ape?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              u know la.. sejak bila i club. mane tau kena molest ke ape2.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              yela.. lecture sebab gi club. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: ape je.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: wat time u left?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              till it closes uh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: pandai plak u noe its me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              its obvious sia.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: look same ke cuter?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              my superhero looks da same. da jeff-hardy look alike. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              HOT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              actually i saw u since da ferst thing i went inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              i nk pgl, tapi suara ilang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:             -_- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              so i was like tgk2 u buat kerja je la.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: ia ke?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: u saw me where?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: come up to me lah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: ape lah u.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              hahs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              tkt u tak kenal..haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: i noe. u tap me juz now n go.. so fast also i noe its u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              i tot u dunno seh..coz u were like smiling gitu2 je.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: i wanted to call u.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: then u like go already.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              sebab i know u bz.. lari sane sini.. so i pon like -_- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              biarkan lor.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              den i saw u standing at the spot where my frens were dancing.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              nk tegor, again.. tkt u tak kenal.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: where?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              erm.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              where i tapped u, jln teros je.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              alah.. dkat ngan seats uh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              n da platform. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: ouh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: tak perasan lah.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: now u like menyesal kan tak tegur me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              sebab i sembunyi2..haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              menyesal? not really uh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              dpt tap dah bagos.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: so was it gd??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              to me it was fun uh.. klakar pon ader. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              all the time i was laughing sia.. stand at da side, tgk my frens joget.. dah mabok2.. bbl mepek.. i tak tahan.. geli hati.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              abeh ader pompan mane ntah ajak me joget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              like -_- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: ouh.. u drink too?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: dosa seh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              no uh..i drank coke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: tipu seh.. mesti minum sikit kan?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              i nk try sikit tapi my frens tak bagi...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              beettoolll.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: asal nak try?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              nasib baik my frens all responsible ppl.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: sikit pon dosa seh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: dont eh... nak come n dance ok.. but dont drink! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              sebab my fren bought bourbon coke.. den i nk try la.. rasa dia         ape.. haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              erm.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              see.. ni part uh tak suka kalau bilang u i turon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              -_- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              tapi i know la.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              i wont drink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              joget pon sikit2.. mane i tau joget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              hahahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: tak tau joget then the whole nite u do wat??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              i ketawakan org je.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: ouh..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: then yr ladies coupon u do wat?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: change all coke?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              no la.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              i bought one coke.. den da rest my frens yg order.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: y u give yr coupon to yr frens.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: its yours wat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: can take juice wat.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: wasted kan.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: got 5 wat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              well.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              takpelah... yg kehausan dorg.. bukan me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              hahs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: oh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              tadi got one part ur face funny sia.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: y ah? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              da 'wth is this..?' nye expression. time u diri kat my area.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              coz i think ramai lalu lalang.. den ader joget kat tangga n all.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              hahs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: ya lor.. irritating seh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              tu part pon dari jauh i ketawakan.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: i hate seh ppl yg joget like so semangat.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: mcm nak kene sepak je.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              hahahahahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              sume kat situ joget dgn penuh semangat.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              kekek seh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: u pon mesti sama jugak.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              nnt i turon again.. kita ketawa same2 uh.. lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              ape lak sama?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              joget pon tidak.. ketawa sampai tekak kering ader lah.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: nak come again ah ni?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: hook??????? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              marah? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              tak bleh la ni???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              hahahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: da agak nya.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: baru2.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: nanti lama mabok.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: then balik wit guys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: u ah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: jaga2 ah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhero: dont till too bad ah.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              aiye... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              tak lah......... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:              org gi pon kena paksa seh tadi.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me:              i wont be wearing like dat if tau nk gi st james.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...and bla bla bla... too long to continue. hahs. Well, that's my Superhero. And that's the reason i call him My Superhero. So much love and care..and sometimes hate. hahs. He just love to create the cold atmosphere sometimes. But i still love him. Because that's just who he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, i reached home around 7am in the morning. Chatted with Superhero for awhile then slept at 9am. Woke up around 2pm. Then went online again. Needed to talk to Miru about our plan in the evening. So, yeah. I'm getting him a pedaltrain on his birthday. His rib condition is freaking me out. So, i thought this might help wonders, hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ouhk. I'm done here. Update soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-Happy Birthday, Dearest Ayie.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-3783687981381717666?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/3783687981381717666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=3783687981381717666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/3783687981381717666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/3783687981381717666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/02/st-james-finally.html' title='St James finally.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-3127200502390944955</id><published>2009-01-28T12:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:39:04.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It's been one of the craziest days for the past 2 days. Let's see.. Where should i start...?&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So, the boys and i(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;except for ayie, zeek and idah&lt;/span&gt;), went out last Monday. Celebrated our CNY at Mustafa Center. LOL. Zak joined us too. I bought some deodorants and travelling pack shampoo, just in case it's out of stock at home. They're all cheap. $2.50 for an Adidas Deodarant Spray? Wow. heh. Miru and myself grabbed them. And i've tried. It stayed for long! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Power kapah..!&lt;/span&gt; So Micey Miru bought deodorants, VS body spray, shaver and it's gel. After that, we went for dinner at my favourite 24-hours thosai shop. I don't know the name, but i know it's nice. Heh. We all ate thosai since i recommended it. Hahs. After all that done, we headed to Bugis. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lepak-&lt;/span&gt;ing there till morning. Walked pass through Jalan Kubor. The intention was to scare me out. But i knew their silly idea, and remained as cool as possible. We went in that road, our right and left view were filled with tombstones. I didn't dare to look around as i felt something, and already shivering by then. Then.. I smelled that scent. The Frangipani scent. I looked at Yat, who was walking beside me, looking around, then he turned to look at me, and the smiled, pulled me to the other side which puts me in the middle, and kept walking. Then we saw this Indian Bapok with some men. That cracked some laughter among us. LOL. Thinking if they are OK. What are they doing on that road? Especially tombstones are all around. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JENG JENG JENG&lt;/span&gt;~ We may never know, do we? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we reached the end of the road and headed towards Bras Basah Complex. I still felt something strange, so i kept quiet. Then Qader asked, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ira, why the silence? You smell it, don't you? Hahaha. I love the smell sia&lt;/span&gt;". -_- I love this guy whenever he tried to make me laugh. It seemed cute to me. Haha. And then Miru's turn to ask, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ira, asal senyap? Kena sampuk pe.. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;" another -_- . Then he continued, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's continue walking to the other side uh. Explore.&lt;/span&gt;", i replied, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No Way. Enough of it today. I ain't ready for it.&lt;/span&gt;", he reply was, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's the catch. It's better if you're not prepared for it. It won't be an explore if you're prepared&lt;/span&gt;.", then i said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know myself, Miru. I know what will happen. And i don't want it to repeat again. Not this time.&lt;/span&gt;" Then he went on.. I know he's unhappy about it. Hahs. Well, too bad. I know myself better on this. And i won't do what i don't wanna do. Especially when my instincts say it's right.&lt;br /&gt;So, we reached Bras Basah Complex eventually. I was still silent. Didn't wanna talk much. Irritated by Miru's childish acts. We went to MacDonalds and played Uno. After few rounds of playing normal Uno, we played Wolf &amp;amp; Hunter. One hell of a great game. Hahs. Qader's a good actor, btw. LOL. And so is Miru. -_-&lt;br /&gt;After all that, Zak's friend came and joined us.. Then we played Black Magic. What a game. Hahs. Cracked our heads to figure out the trick. Finally, at around 6+ in the morning, we head home. The next day looking like a zombie. LOL. Went to Waterloo St. Jamming session started at 3pm. I was pissed because of someone. The mood for jamming faded. Since they decided to play acoustic, we went for it still. But this time round, the atmosphere was totally different. At Odiocrib Studio. The big room. So spacious that i can actually lie down and sleep. LOL. By 5:15pm, we started packing. Met Zak again, at Bras Basah Complex. Idah had to leave for some reunion dinner. Heh. We had our dinner at MacDonalds. Then played Wolf &amp;amp; Hunter again. Hahs. Afterwhich, came the trick game again. Felt silly though. Hahs. We left MacDonalds around 1045pm and head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ITE Band Idol is just a day away. And i pray the very best for my dearests. Since it's my last week at work, i can't possibly take leave. My pay will be indeed, as low as it already is. I just hope everything will go smoothly tomorrow and hope to meet them after that. Good Luck, darlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-A good actor, lies the best.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-3127200502390944955?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/3127200502390944955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=3127200502390944955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/3127200502390944955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/3127200502390944955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-on-of-craziest-days-for-past-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-1924449353653481567</id><published>2009-01-25T12:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T13:19:06.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah. Gig's over. Looking forward for the competitions now.&lt;br /&gt;And to those who came, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUGE thank you&lt;/span&gt; i must say, to you guys. Thanks for supporting PWN. You guys rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SXvrEtrTudI/AAAAAAAAAG4/q7jEU3ii464/s1600-h/DSCI0507.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/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SXvrEtrTudI/AAAAAAAAAG4/q7jEU3ii464/s320/DSCI0507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295084253117397458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SXvrEtrTudI/AAAAAAAAAG4/q7jEU3ii464/s1600-h/DSCI0507.JPG"&gt;                                            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PWN with Friends &amp;amp; Families&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SXvrEtrTudI/AAAAAAAAAG4/q7jEU3ii464/s1600-h/DSCI0507.JPG"&gt;     &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SXvrEtrTudI/AAAAAAAAAG4/q7jEU3ii464/s1600-h/DSCI0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Not in picture: Hasni &amp;amp; Nadiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was lotsa fun. Didn't expect huge response from our friends and families. There are last minute ones. 15 tickets wasn't enough. If i knew, i would've get 20 tickets and ask for my $25 back. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Videos will be uploaded in YouTube pretty soon. Waiting for Micey Miru to transfer the files. And oh, i forgot that i haven't update the updates in MySpace. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, wish us luck for Thursday and Saturday's competition. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ITE Idol &amp;amp; Battle Of The Band 2009&lt;/span&gt;, here we come~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: I still can't believe someone just said we're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kerek&lt;/span&gt;. Nevermind that. We're the low-profilers. LOL? &lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I felt nothing when you went silent. I just wonder why you did that. Nevertheless, Idah told to never ask anything. If he were to come back, JUAL MAHAL. LOL. Have been doing that, though. Only thing, he's been too sweet to ignore. So i thought it's worth a try. But i guess, that didn't turn out right. So, i'm gonna stick to being ME. Ignorance is a bliss~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-It goes on and on..-&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/8957007-1924449353653481567?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/1924449353653481567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=1924449353653481567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/1924449353653481567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/1924449353653481567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SXvrEtrTudI/AAAAAAAAAG4/q7jEU3ii464/s72-c/DSCI0507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-353134131460065398</id><published>2009-01-23T14:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:02:41.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Time passes by so fast without me realizing it.&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday already. Just a day before our gig.&lt;br /&gt;And i must say some of my boys are pretty hyped up about it. Some just don't care. And to the ones who don't care, i'll make sure they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CARE&lt;/span&gt;. Reputations and discipline are the top priority for me, as their BM. So i'm gonna make sure they practice hard. I wouldn't want them to turn down their friends and fans who's coming. Ok. I'm super-excited about tomorrow. But Micey Miru is sick. That worries the hell out of me. Hopefully he's fine soon. Anyways, after a very long time since i've been to a date, i'll be going for one tomorrow, eventually. Heh. That surprises me. To not feel the excitement and the eagerness to go for a date. I've gotta work on that. Maybe it's been awhile.. So.. yeah. Urgh. So much things to do. So much things to think of. I just don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the planning of our own gig is almost done. A need to have a crew meeting soon. Need some ideas and feedbacks. And then gather the bands for a mass meeting. Afterwhich, prepare the posters, tickets and lanyards. I hope the crew are co-operative enough in helping out with all these..&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna need a new job soon. For the preparation of the gig. I've had some. But afraid it won't be enough. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Quitting soon.. Like end of the month. 'Coz of some complications. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;There are some offers. But.. i don't know if i should take up that opportunity. I'm afraid of getting too much stress. I don't wanna go crazy in the end, you know. Hmm.. Maybe i should just try and decide later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFFs. When will i ever meet you guys?? Make a date! I'm missing out stuffs! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my brother. Gotta catch things up with him soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-Hypnotised and Mesmerised.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-353134131460065398?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/353134131460065398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=353134131460065398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/353134131460065398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/353134131460065398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-passes-by-so-fast-without-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-7316372578798814100</id><published>2009-01-19T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T02:25:36.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dearest Auntie &amp; Idrus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Firstly, i would like to wish dearest Aunt &amp;amp; friend,  A Very Happy Belated Birthday. Heh. My aunt, Maknia, turned 61 and dearest friend, Idrus, turned 25. Falls on the same day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Had a small birthday party at home earlier. Had to rush from Bugis to Tampines since brother was somehow mad at me for going out when i know he's gonna be there early. There was a jamming session. I can't possibly leave my darlings just like that. I had to watch them and spot their mistakes. It all ended around 6+. So, PWN and me quickly rushed home. Since Maknia invited PWN at the very last minute, i had to tell them like a day ago about it. They seemed half-hearted at first. And just just now they all decided to go. And i was like, OOOK~ Things have been pretty tight for me. Rushing here and there. So i didn't invite my dearest girlfriends. Since i knew i'm gonna reach home quite late and dear Hasni won't be able to stay up late. I deeply apologise for that. It was uncalled for. So, i hope you girls can understand that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, sincere apologies for abandoning this dusty blog i have. It's not that i don't have anything to blog about. I just can't seem to bother about it. I don't know why. I feel like blogging, but i'm just too lazy. To type it out, explain it all. It's just so complicating. And with all that said, dearest Qader seemed to understand my problems. He've helped alot. Searching for sessionists, settling this and that. I've just realised how sweet he can be. And i admire that side of him. But to recall that i've lost someone whom i used to share my everyday life with, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;not that he's gone totally, he just refused to be that person i knew before anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;, it saddens me. BIG TIME. And yes, i gained a new one. But it's never the same. And i just have to move on. That taught me something. To not rely on others too much. Even though it hurts, i still love him like i used to. That never changes. It will NEVER do. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Dearest Miru, do go for check-ups soon. It sickens me out to know that you're not okay. Stop worrying me. 'Coz i can't stop until i know you're okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess i'll stop here now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Getting pretty tired while thinking of a place to go for a date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Help me think, someone? LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-When i thought it feels different. It remains still. Or perhaps, getting stronger.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-7316372578798814100?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/7316372578798814100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=7316372578798814100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/7316372578798814100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/7316372578798814100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-dearest-auntie-idrus.html' title='Happy Birthday Dearest Auntie &amp; Idrus.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-1942765478162487816</id><published>2009-01-05T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:08:58.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Birthday Prezzie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wuuuhhooooo!&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;imitating Missy Fatin's tone.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had fun, just now. Met Qader after work. He accompanied me to Sim Lim. I got myself a new External Hard Disk and a new D-Link USB Adapter. Like FINALLY.. finally i can have more space in my hard drives and..... i go wireless again~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After that, we went to Tong Seng to meet Hasni &amp;amp; Fatin. Had dinner then off we went to shop. Poor Qader had to be alone while we shop. Sorry, Panda... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bought Hasni her birthday gift, a Freshbox bag. It's nice. I wanted to get one for myself too, but my file cant fit in. So, i had to forget about it. heh. Then Hasni bought me a necklace. Oh, she bought one for Fatin too. For both our belated birthday gifts. Happy Belated Birthday, btw, Fatin. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wuhhhhooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, good news. Patchwork Neurology got into finals in TalentQuest 09. It will be held at Rock Auditorium on early March. Will update again on that. Congratulations, guys. I never saw it coming, honestly. But hey, you guys were great. It was definitely better than Asian Beats. So, congrats again. Video will be posted up real soon in YouTube. Dearest Miru is busy. So, gotta wait for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Schedules will be tight for us. We're preparing for the competition and some other gigs. And again, of course i'll keep you guys updated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's all for now. I'm pretty shagged. See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-2009. Sure is shining on us.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-1942765478162487816?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/1942765478162487816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=1942765478162487816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/1942765478162487816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/1942765478162487816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/01/belated-birthday-prezzie.html' title='Belated Birthday Prezzie!'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-5774533508567989734</id><published>2009-01-04T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:11:02.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The unexpected.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I tend to get pretty stressed up over small things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And yes, that includes getting mad easily, throwing tantrums anytime, anywhere..etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm afraid of my old self. Is it finally showing? Is there a comeback?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I pray hard, that never happens. It's not about being afraid of having no friends, being lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's about hurting the people i love most, torturing them, and having regrets later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've had enough of that in my past. No repeats, please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, i met my dearest ex yesterday, at Changi Village, with maybe his girlfriend. There was 5 of us, sitting next to my ex's table. And hell yeah, i felt real uneasy. Firstly, i wanted to meet him so bad after the break-up. I heard loads of things happened to him after i left him. And i felt bad, seriously. Secondly, he's with maybe a new girlfriend. They didn't look like a couple. So, might be yes, might not. I was trying so hard to not look at him since my back is facing them. But he saw Mama. And since, Iqa said he kept looking over our place, i assume he knew i was there. So when they were leaving, he walked behind the girl, took a glance at me and smiled. O M G. How i miss that smile. -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- From that moment on, the memories keep flashing in my mind until i fell asleep in the car. And yes, i felt a huge regret. Like a big hard rock dropped on me. I felt real heavy. I wanted to keep in contact with him so bad. Since the last 2 years. I looked for him almost everywhere. And when i knew where he was at that point of time, i lost hope. I knew i gotta move on. And, so here i am. When i thought i'm never gonna bump into him ever again. Indeed, SG &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; small. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh Come On! I don't need this mushy-mushy feelings now. Gotta get hold of myself. Move on. And then when the day i bump into him again, i'll start that all over again. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Geez! Ok. Enough. I gotta change myself, again. Before anything else happens. Not only for myself, for the people i love too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear god, help me yet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-Unexpected Comeback-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-5774533508567989734?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/5774533508567989734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=5774533508567989734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/5774533508567989734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/5774533508567989734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/01/unexpected.html' title='The unexpected.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-8952017367006507356</id><published>2009-01-02T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T16:24:53.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ok. I might be late but still, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 2009&lt;/span&gt;, people!&lt;br /&gt;May this year's a better year with better resolutions to fulfill. Above all, hope this year's gonna be a BRIGHTER, INTERESTING and MEANINGFUL year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out on the eve of new year. Met Has, Fatin &amp;amp; Pe'ah to celebrate dearest Hasni's belated birthday at Seoul Garden. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday, girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;. May all your wishes come true. Be a good girl now.&lt;br /&gt;After that, met Miru and Yat around Marina Square. While waiting for the fireworks, we sat at the Marina steps. Laughing, joking and making fun of people around us. The fireworks was a BOMB, especially the last part. Massive attack. heh. So we didn't really celebrate as we are NOT allowed to do so, as a Muslim. And oh, i must say i was exercising myself with the boys. From Marina Square, we went to Bugis, the intention was to have dinner at Tong Seng. But the food stall's closed. So we went to Arab Street. Which was indeed, a far journey. As Miru wasn't that full, we went to Kopitiam opposite Bras Basah Complex after that. And again, closed. So we hang around at MacD until 6am. Miru didn't want to leave yet, but at that point of time, a group of Matreps came in and one of them started to disturb me.. So i begged Miru, for us to leave. I took the chance to leave first when i saw THAT Matrep went to the Gents. Once i lost his sight, i moved quickly to the exit. And then..*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;phew&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;I was embarassed by what he did. Waving at me. Staring at me. Trying his best to get my attention. There's this cute guy beside my table, took a glance at who THAT Matrep was teasing. I caught his sight and then.... *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dag dug dag dug&lt;/span&gt;* haha! Cuteness. But heck, i was feeling very uneasy at that time. And wanted to leave that bad. Stupid Typical Matreps. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i guess. That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get ready to meet the boys and.. waiting for updates from my sis-in-law in regards to my brother's condition. Another accident. I wonder how bad, this time. -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-Live it Loud.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-8952017367006507356?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/8952017367006507356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=8952017367006507356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/8952017367006507356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/8952017367006507356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-2009.html' title='Happy 2009!'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-4170125883542662000</id><published>2008-12-24T09:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:07:20.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vampire sweetheart, please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok hi, people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I know i haven't been updating that well, this month. And i don't know why my enthusiasm isn't there where it's supposed to be. Nevermind that. Here i am.. blogging this.. with excitement on my eyes. Wide smile on my face. (&lt;em&gt;i looked in the mirror. that's why i know how i look like while typing this&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;So.. Weekends have never been different. Hectic. But i'm getting used to it, which i'm not supposed to.. -&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sigh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, anyways.. The movie i've been waiting for is finally on theatres. Watched it on the day it's officially showing. Twilight. First was with Hasni and Fatin. WOW. The movie was awesome. I get addicted to it so bad, seriously. After the show, we went to Kinokuniya to get them books. I didn't know it needs 4 books in total, to finish up the WHOLE story. So i just bought the first, to finish up what's showing on theatres now, and now, i'm reading the 2nd. Finishing it about a day. Then i'm gonna grab the other two, on my pay day. Freako, as Miru calls. haha. Well, that's me when i get addicted to something. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;So, i watched the second time with Miru, Sharon and Yat. Sharon and me got pretty excited. She was screaming slightly when she first saw Edward, which, every girls did, actually. haha. So, to sum it up, the movie was almost perfect. As, i've read the book and i thought the movie was cut short and much less in detail. So there.. I recommend this movie to anyone who loves thriller yet a romantic one. I wanna watch again! The DVD will be out next month and i can hardly wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;there she goes again..-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;It never feels the same, and i'm glad i don't have to feel awkward whenever i see you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am soo.. getting used to this. All hail Singlehood! Lol? heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p/s: i wish upon a star. i wish i have someone like Edward Cullen. dangering my life would be an option. everybody will die one day. and i would love to die on the hands of the loved. *wink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.sealing it shut.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-A vampire sweetheart, please?-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-4170125883542662000?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/4170125883542662000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=4170125883542662000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/4170125883542662000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/4170125883542662000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2008/12/vampire-sweetheart-please.html' title='vampire sweetheart, please?'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-4804994000848783579</id><published>2008-12-21T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T02:18:33.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;There's just too many things to be said in here. But i can't seem to list it and write it down.&lt;br /&gt;The shitty feelings i've been feeling, still remains. Just how am i going to make it go away? I've done quite a number of things to make things seemed normal. But i guess, i fail yet again.&lt;br /&gt;And like a teenage girl, i'm gonna need a curfew. Not for myself, but just to watch out for the little girl. It's making me sick when somehow, i need to be a mother, a father, a brother, a sister and the grandparents of a teenage kid. A rebellious teenage kid, to be exact. Not that i've never rebelled. But this is beyond a parent's control. Beyond everyone's control.&lt;br /&gt;Others keep bugging me with too many questions that i can't seem to find the answers. They just judge, they are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; in my position. They don't know how i feel. And whenever someone complained, they urged to do something about it. Begging for a change. Which i myself, find it hard to accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;I can even be harsh. Meaner. But i don't need my oldself back..just to get a problem solved. I can't wake the devil inside me again. I promised to be someone better. And i'm afraid i would break that promise just to settle this case. Such an easy problem yet a complicating solution. People tend to say things behind our backs. And how i hate backstabbing. I might as well kill that someone rather than talk behind their backs. Another sin i would create just to satisfy my own needs. I know i'll die slowly, anyway. So, tell me.&lt;br /&gt;Where have i gone wrong? Does this love never mean a thing to you? If it doesn't, does Mum's love means something to you? I'm sorry for you. I'm praying hard for you to grow up fast. To be my closest friend. Not to see you growing up, being someone whom you're not. And worse.. becoming my enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow up. Think maturely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-too many things i can't comply.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-4804994000848783579?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/4804994000848783579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=4804994000848783579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/4804994000848783579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/4804994000848783579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2008/12/theres-just-too-many-things-to-be-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-3866538347065012233</id><published>2008-12-13T20:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T20:33:24.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swee Lee Sale Madness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had a very very maddening day. Planned with Miru to stay up at night, in the east. Told him to accompany me for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Swee Lee Sale&lt;/span&gt; that was held just now, from 10am-6pm. The sale is worth the wait, i must say. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;50% off!&lt;/span&gt; So Qader, Zeek, Miru &amp;amp; me reached 150 Sims Drive at around 7am. Joined the queu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e and waited. We were the first 100 customers, there was an additional of 10% off. POWER. It was really really worth it. I bought the Epiphone PR-4E Acoustic/Electric Guitar that was worth $299(u.p $470.80). As i had enough cash on hand, i asked the boys what they wanted. Something that i can afford to get for them(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no wonder they are soo "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;manja&lt;/span&gt;" now. LOL&lt;/span&gt;).  So to total up the things i bought today: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-2 guitar cables(20ft Planet Waves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-1 bass cable(Ibanez)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-1 bass bag(Ibanez)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-1 pack of D'Addario Acoustic Guitar String&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-1 Warwick Guitar Stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-1 D'Addario Pre-Treated Polish Cloth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-1 6" Radiant Tambourine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-1 Jazz Rake Brush &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and the guitar i've been waiting for.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SUOrTcufXLI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_tsFyz4kMVQ/s1600-h/pr-4e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SUOrTcufXLI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_tsFyz4kMVQ/s320/pr-4e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279251538825403570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Epiphone PR-4E Acoustic/Electric Guitar Package. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WOW. I spent almost $450 just for a day. And i must say i'm pretty satisfied with what i bought. THANK YOU DARLINGS, for accompanying me and all. Love you guys to bits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, there.. Sorry for abandoning my blog the past few weeks. Been busy and i had no time to update. Either that, i'd be pretty lazy to type it all out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I must say.. I'm feeling kinda shitty these days. But i know i'll be fine one day. No more wanting to worry about boys. Just a pain in the ass. So, single life better. Remember our deal, dear Miru. *wink wink*. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Till then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-Life is never fair. So, live it right!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-3866538347065012233?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/3866538347065012233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=3866538347065012233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/3866538347065012233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/3866538347065012233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2008/12/swee-lee-sale-madness.html' title='Swee Lee Sale Madness!'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SUOrTcufXLI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_tsFyz4kMVQ/s72-c/pr-4e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-232550959755664537</id><published>2008-12-01T09:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T09:57:23.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long day.......~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday 281108&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Band Meeting @ Marina Square&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday 291108&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Abg Rizal's Open House and Yat's Kenduri Doa Selamat&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday 301108&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Patchwork Neurology's photoshoot.&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;WOW. What a hectic schedule, huh? Lucky me, i took off on Friday. A very very tiring weekend ever, yet very very fun one. Both Saturday and Sunday's event was a need to wake up in the morning. Reached home around 12am on Saturday, due to Qader and Miru, they were playing Guitar Heroes II and overlooked the time. So do i, actually. LOL. I had fun laughing at them and all. heh. So, the four of us, slept late that night. Woke up around 6am the next day. Getting ready for photoshoot. We went to Mount Faber, imgine the stairs that we had to climb. Yes, exercise time. I haven't been feeling that kinda muscle pain on both my legs ever since i joined ITE. Missed those times in NPCC though. hahs! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, the place was awesome. The photographer was very creative. And that's good. I hope the photos turns out beautiful. Let's wait till Friday for that. So, from Mount Faber, we went to Dhoby Ghaut. For the next photoshoot. It was somewhere around Dome, the museum area. That was, cool too. Everything ended around 4pm. I was beat to the max. In fact, we all were. Poor darlings. Well, sometimes we have to work hard for something we want to achieve. So, a lil sacrifice is good. And thank god, my boys and miss lil curly lady didn't complain much. hahs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm still feeling very very tired. So, enough about my darlings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm feeling rather down, lately. We passed by the place where we took the pictures of which, someone commented something about it. "&lt;strong&gt;I can forgive, but i will never ever forget what he said&lt;/strong&gt;.", says my favourite guitarist. I was taken aback, somehow. 'Coz no matter how mad i was with that someone, his memories still lingers around me. And yes, i missed him. My favourite guitarist will somehow asked to forget about him. Find someone else better. Well, i'm trying my best. Yet again, i know we can never be together. I'm trying to be fair. For him and for the rest. I shall stick with being "&lt;em&gt;single&lt;/em&gt;", for now. And i believe both sides would be happy with my decision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;And passing by that place, i dreamt of you. "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I missed you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;", you said. How i wish it's true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-sigh-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have fallen to my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;As I sing a lullaby of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m feeling broken in my melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;As I sing to help the tears go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then I remember the pledge you made to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I know you’re always there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;To my every prayer inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m clinging to the promise of a lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hear the words you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;To never walk away from me and leave behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The promise of a lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Will you help me fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pick me up, take me in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Find my way back from the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;And you show me how to grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Through the change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I still remember the pledge you made to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am holding on to the hope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have inside with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I will stay through every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Putting my understanding aside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;And I am comforted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Promise Of A Lifetime..-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-232550959755664537?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/232550959755664537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=232550959755664537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/232550959755664537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/232550959755664537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-day.html' title='Long day.......~'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-8523438850980780996</id><published>2008-11-24T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:54:49.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asian Beats '08 Heats.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok so, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patchwork Neurology&lt;/span&gt; didn't manage to get into Top10. However, i'm proud of them. They did their best. Even though it wasn't a 101%, they're still great. At least i hear some honest reviews on YouTube and from other bands i knew, saying that they're pretty tight and all. For those who missed the chance to catch them live, you can view the video i posted on YouTube. Just type the band's name and..WALLAH~ there's a list of previous gigs and all. So, enjoy! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh! Thanks to Hasni, Fatin, Zakiah and Nadia who've been giving their never-ending support for PWN. Thanks girls. Hope to see you soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, the first to know about the result was me, of course. LOL. I've been eager to know the results. I've been checking almost every half an hour since 12am last night. I gave up waiting at 1230am and started again at 930am. FINALLY, the results were out 15mins before 12pm. My heart was indeed, thumping very fast. I was searching for familiar band names but sadly, i didn't see any. I knew this would happen as i dreamt of winning, last night. You know how things would go the opposite way when something you dreamt of, turns into reality. I was ready. The first to know after me was, Qader. Poor Panda took it so hard.. He was indeed, never prepared for a failure. So, i consoled. And left him to calm down. Then i text the rest about the results. Yat sounds fine. Ayie was in total shock and went immediate break-down after looking at the results on the website. He went out to make himself feel better. Zeek replied my text message with a ' :.( '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;GOD! Can you imagine how i feel, realising that this is BIG to them afterall? I felt sick. I felt bad. But i had to tell them sooner or later. Miru was in shock too, but he was fine afterwards. I was afraid he might be having a downfall too. So i asked each of them if they were ok. Idah, no response. I hope she's all right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cmon guys. You all did your best. Let this be a lesson to learn. We were pretty tight. Let's tighten it more. We all can do this, that's for sure. Let's make this a start, and prepare ourselves for the upcoming gigs and competitions. I love ya'll no matter what. I seriously can't bear to see each of you being the way you are now. Don't be demoralized by this. Work harder and we WILL reach the top. And, the surprise will still go on. A gift from me to all of you, for working this hard.&lt;br /&gt;PWN's own gig in 2009! May the new year, shines on us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-Nothing hurts more then to be friends with someone, knowing you are both in love with each other, and yet not being able to be together.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-8523438850980780996?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/8523438850980780996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=8523438850980780996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/8523438850980780996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/8523438850980780996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2008/11/asian-beats-08-heats.html' title='Asian Beats &apos;08 Heats.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-7902865302922010093</id><published>2008-11-22T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T01:55:45.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asian Beats '08!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALHAMDULILLAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank god, she finally understands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally understands that i'm not going against her for my selfishness. It's a passion. My passion in music..and my love for PWN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank you, Mama. I love you to bits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I read through Mama's convo with Miru last night. FUNNY la sey..! Well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;there are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; somehow rather touching moments where Mama truly understands me for who i am, and who i am not. I hope these 2 people know that i love them alot. Even though i knew Miru for just about a year, it seems like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Thank you, for understanding me, you guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, people.. Come down to Tampines Mall later at 3pm. Catch &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Patchwork Neurology&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIVE @ Asian Beats&lt;/span&gt;. Competition starts at around 12pm. So, hope to see you guys there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ya Allah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, may the light shine on us today. Give us the will and confidence to overcome this short period of time. Just once..a moment of a lifetime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-May we succeed..-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-7902865302922010093?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/7902865302922010093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=7902865302922010093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/7902865302922010093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/7902865302922010093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2008/11/asian-beats-08.html' title='Asian Beats &apos;08!'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-6531662111015749341</id><published>2008-11-20T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:56:42.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;As i blog this out, i build up my strength and stay as calm as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in. Breathe out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Mum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know you've always been such an understanding person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You've always been there to bring me up whenever i'm down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can never replace your love with something else in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And being your precious angel, i tried my best to give the world to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm never perfect. But at least, i tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Truth is, i'm taken aback by what you said about the boys. About MY BOYs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know you have your reasons for doing the things you do, saying the things you said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somehow, i just can't accept it. It hurts..so bad that when i came to think of it again, tears run down my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You knew how much i loved them. You know too that they mean the world to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You may think i'm doing this for nothing. I won't even get paid doing the things i do for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mum, you know music has been in my blood ever since i was a kid. I may not be IN the band, playing any instruments, being anybody. At least, i helped the people who appreciate music, who wants the world to listen to their original piece, and cherish it. They are so talented. I've never seen any other quite like them. So, i may not get any returns, i just want them to succeed. Remembering me as someone who've once, helped them becoming who they are, in the future. Please, understand me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Restuilah anakmu~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-For once, i'm going against you. I had to and i'm sorry.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-6531662111015749341?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/6531662111015749341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=6531662111015749341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/6531662111015749341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/6531662111015749341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-i-blog-this-out-i-build-up-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-8936801015563529594</id><published>2008-11-15T11:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:53:50.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with BFFS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So Yana asked me out yesterday. Asking me to accompany her for a job interview. But i was too tired and my aunt had asked me out already. So i had to turn down Yana's offer. heh. I waited for my aunt to come home. But till 3pm, she's not home yet. So when i read Yana's text message, asking me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; out again, i told her i would meet her and the rest since they are gonna stay around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Tampines. Gosh! I had sooo much fun that i forgot that i am so weak by the ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me we're walking back to the MRT control station to meet Hadri. We played bowling &amp;amp; pool at Safra Tampines. Fadh was hillarious. He dropped the ball, his shots were mostly off-shot. Very funny. I wanna upload one thing i've just found out about Yana, but afraid she would get mad or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She told me beforehand, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ira jangan nak upload video kat blog eh. Yana tanak. Yana malu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Dia melatah siooll..! Gila babs nye melatah. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; She's so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cute. hahs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;!  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, by 2220 hours, we met Hadri. The BFF i mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ssed most. I called him and told him to join us at Tampines since he was at lavender, from attending to some NS stuffs. Poor him. I know he's tired. But i missed him. So, i kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; of forced him to come do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wn. LOL. We went to Teh Tarik, had our supper. Hadri's on the house. Yesterday, i didn't spend a thing except for my lunch meal. They all treat me for most of my expenses. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANKS SO MUCH G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UYS! I LOVE YA'LL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here are some of the pictures we took.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SR5GhsMr4fI/AAAAAAAAAGI/agIPPwefAzE/s1600-h/%5B%5ByAnArFaS%5D%5D066.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/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SR5GhsMr4fI/AAAAAAAAAGI/agIPPwefAzE/s320/%5B%5ByAnArFaS%5D%5D066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268726158684054002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SR5Gh9R5EwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dCIrhAUXI6k/s1600-h/%5B%5ByAnArFaS%5D%5D067.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/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SR5Gh9R5EwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dCIrhAUXI6k/s320/%5B%5ByAnArFaS%5D%5D067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268726163269292802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SR5GhzirtXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Q1gMdwFStT8/s1600-h/%5B%5ByAnArFaS%5D%5D074.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/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SR5GhzirtXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Q1gMdwFStT8/s320/%5B%5ByAnArFaS%5D%5D074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268726160655365490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SR5GivHzB3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/6hZ24jz-JDI/s1600-h/SNC00069.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/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SR5GivHzB3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/6hZ24jz-JDI/s320/SNC00069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268726176648726386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;p/s: Yana, my butter cookies is still untouched. I'm still full. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-All i hope is...-&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/8957007-8936801015563529594?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/8936801015563529594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=8936801015563529594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/8936801015563529594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/8936801015563529594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2008/11/out-with-bffs.html' title='Out with BFFS.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SR5GhsMr4fI/AAAAAAAAAGI/agIPPwefAzE/s72-c/%5B%5ByAnArFaS%5D%5D066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-3457481921312112881</id><published>2008-11-14T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T01:21:16.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamming 131108 @ FourTones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Met Miru &amp;amp; Yat at City Hall control station around 615pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Waited for Hafiz CTH at Peninsula exit. He reached around 630pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He wanted their videos. So i passed him my thumbdrive and together, we walked to Clarke Quay. Miru, Yat &amp;amp; me went for FourTones Studio while Hafiz went to his workplace. We parted near the bridge. Shockingly, he did something he've never done for soo long. He said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ok lah. We gotta split from here. I gotta cross over. I'll pass you back your stuff soon. See you around ok? And take care"&lt;/span&gt;. With that, he hugged me tightly and kissed my forehead..for quite a moment. -total blank-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, i was shocked. So shocked, that i didn't realise there were eyes staring at us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God. How i missed him. If Ersyad were to get through my blog, i can't imagine how he would criticise me about it. Yes, Ersyad. Love can't be forced. I'm sorry for hurting you, and no, he hasn't always been there, physically. But he has ALWAYS been in my heart. Maybe i didn't realise it or somehow i'm just too stubborn to accept the fact that i loved someone who's not always there. So, i hated him, once. Has, you've been my pillar. You know how i've always complained about his egos and arrogance. Well, i guess, that's just a reason for me to forget him. Or.. maybe not. But then again, i'm not sure myself. I don't wanna fall for the wrong guy, yet again. -sigh-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, after jamming. We head to LJS for dinner. I was super hungry. After the "above" incident(i don't know if it is one or not), i felt i've been given the strength. The power to love again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ceh. macam paham~ lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; But really, somehow i felt that way. And Miru, why do you keep disturbing me like that? You know i'm quite a sensitive person. Sikit-sikit boleh lah.. Ni melebih pulak. I'm hurt, somehow. Every single thing you do, whether you realise it or not, it's hurting me bit by bit. Yat, too. He's learning to be YOU. And yeah, i'll know you'd reply me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;'well..too bad then.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; But put yourself in my position. I don't want us to fight over small things. So, take care of my feelings, and i'll take care of yours. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; take my leave if i believe i'm meaningless already. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-WOW. Can i not wash my head and face from now on?-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-3457481921312112881?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/3457481921312112881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=3457481921312112881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/3457481921312112881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/3457481921312112881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2008/11/jamming-131108-fourtones.html' title='Jamming 131108 @ FourTones'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-1496963000362077528</id><published>2008-11-09T13:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T14:12:34.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reconciled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got home around 4am this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After jamming practice, we went for lunch at Raffles Hospital's Banquet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After which, Miru, Yat, Qader and me went to Hello! shop as Miru wanted to settle some bills. The queue was pretty long and time is running out. Yat has to attend his Nasyid practice. So, we went to Bras Basah Complex, Yat grabbed some Djembe stuff then he head for his practice. Qader thought it was still early to go home so, we went to Esplanade and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;lepak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; there. I took some pictures but dare not upload it in here. There are some reasons to it. So, yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And babe, guess what? The song that remind me of Al Hafiz, was brought by another Hafeez. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was wanting him to put me to sleep, but in the end asking him to play that song, and i sang. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; i forgot the verse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, yeah. He played differently, of course. It's not an acoustic guitar. So, it somehow sounds different. heh. Still.... he's my bestest guitarist. EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eh Miru. I am so so glad that we're getting better now. It seemed like it's way better than before. Thank you. And, i'm having a hard time to think before saying anything. Afraid i might hurt you yet another time. Help me with that, ok? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;am i that "VERY VERY VERY EMOTIONAL" person? *thinks hard*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-Happy 25th Birthday, Sweetheart.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-1496963000362077528?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/1496963000362077528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=1496963000362077528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/1496963000362077528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/1496963000362077528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2008/11/reconciled.html' title='Reconciled.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-3572078740655414834</id><published>2008-11-07T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:44:10.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>071108</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So i met Al Hafiz on 061107 (Thurs) after work, just for 15 minutes only. Fast game. He passed me the tie, talked for awhile. Then hugged, and leave. Some of you may wonder, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's just a tie. BIG DEAL.&lt;/span&gt;" haha. Well, usually the things that are precious to him, and yet i want it, he WILL give(without feeling any reluctancy so far).  'Cause firstly, he knows i'll take good care of it, better than he would. LOL. Secondly, he love to have something for me, to remind me of him. And now, i have two things at hand. 1 pink bracelet, and his purple/grey tie. I kept the bracelet in a precious box of mine. It's pink. I don't wear much of a pink. Hahs. As for the tie, i'm keeping it with me, where ever i go, in a file. Nice and sweet. Right, hasni? Haha. Anyways, Hafiz, thank you sweetheart. Even though i know you'll never gonna get through this blog, i'm still gonna say THANKS ALOT anyway. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today.. A last minute plan on GF outing with dearest Hasni. I think i had ALOT OF FUN just now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-mufus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- haha! Thanks for the treat at Swensens, babe. THANKS ALOT. We watched The Coffin at E-Hub. The movie was soo cool. And for those who have yet to watch this movie, please please have an open mind, as wide as possible. 'Cause it's a very complicated movie. Those who are somehow slow-minded, it'll be pointless and they would go saying.. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Boring sia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" or "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I don't understand a single bit. The movie sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;". So, it's either you go for it, or don't waste your money and watch it online! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As for me and Has, we enjoyed the movie. And i'm not regretting it at all. So, yeah. Another best movie i've watched with gf. Thanks again, babe. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patchwork Neurology @ Asian Beats 08!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date: 221108&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time: 3pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Venue: Tampines Mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, check 'em out! Don't miss the chance. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-Sing me that song again and i'll have a full 2 years flashback with you.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-3572078740655414834?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/3572078740655414834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=3572078740655414834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/3572078740655414834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/3572078740655414834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2008/11/071108.html' title='071108'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-4107163233489927885</id><published>2008-11-03T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:58:53.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Nursyahirah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy Birthday to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy Birthday to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy Birthday to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SYAHIRAH&lt;/span&gt;......~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy Birthday to me........!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Birthday girl's depressed. So, she sang herself a birthday song. Don't mind her just for that moment. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Celebrated my birthday twice. One for close friends, one for family. Both times were great. But i just wish i celebrated once with someone special. Someone significant in life, someone preciously loved. How i wish he realize how much he mean to me. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, here's one of the pictures i took, celebrating my birthday last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SQ8IQgv6V6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/ToIJK-_qLKM/s1600-h/DSCI0440.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/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SQ8IQgv6V6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/ToIJK-_qLKM/s320/DSCI0440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264435569181218722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAH! Cool or what? hee.. Junaidi was like, "wah. dah 21 lah dia~". heh. Both idols said their birthday wishes to me. Awesome! I wished Junaidi shaked my hands and say "Happy Birthday, babe." instead, Khairul did. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, yeah. 21st birthday wasn't much of a celebration. Just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a key to freedom&lt;/span&gt;. Yeap. That's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And with all the depression, i pampered myself with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samsung Omnia i900&lt;/span&gt;. Cancelled my plan on getting an LG KS 20 as Miru said it's laggy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;padan muka~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOL. So, yeah. Got Mama her new line, like FINALLY she has a "working" handphone. hahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;p.s: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;BABE! i'm getting a tie from your brother. i don't know why i'm so excited about getting a used tie, but heck.. it's his. and i'm keeping it as a momento. :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and he said he love me too~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-Keeping mum now.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-4107163233489927885?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/4107163233489927885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=4107163233489927885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/4107163233489927885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/4107163233489927885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-nursyahirah.html' title='Happy Birthday, Nursyahirah!'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SQ8IQgv6V6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/ToIJK-_qLKM/s72-c/DSCI0440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-5220367188263836947</id><published>2008-11-02T16:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:12:43.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Adi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Firstly, i would like to wish one of my sweetest friend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(a darling one)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zuraidi&lt;/span&gt;, A Very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 24th Birthday&lt;/span&gt;. May god bless you with wealth and the health you need. Love ya. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just got home from Faizah's wedding reception. Congrats, babe.&lt;br /&gt;May you're blessed with lots and lots of children. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok. I'm so tired and sleepy. Reached home at 3am this morning, had supper with Carve This Heart, Patchwork Neurology &amp;amp; Mama. Awesome huh? Too bad someone didn't wanna join. She missed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;a whole lotta fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;bluek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh by the way, your brother asked about you. Why not you text him and explain to him ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like finally i met Fir(CTH). The cutest of them all. LOL. Hafiz would be rolling his eyes, reading this. Well, it's true. In Carve This Heart, there's the cutest and the handsomest. What more can i say? But i love the handsomest more la, of course. haha. I wish i could upload some photos, but my dear cameraman was sick and the camera was in no mood too. So, shit happens sometimes. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, before we went for supper at Lau Pa Sat, half of PWN(except Idah &amp;amp; Zeek) watched the other half performed in a gig @ Music Garage. Miru &amp;amp; Yat was helping Zakiah. So, yeah.. And Qader was such an irritainment, no wait. Not only him. All PWN members were. I was recording videos of CTH when Qader first pushed me slightly. Making the video looked shaky. Then came the missed calls from Miru and Yat. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks guys, you helped alot. sheesh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;God, i had sooo much fun yesterday! I was laughing my heart out and all. And oh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALHAMDULILLAH&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks Miru. For bringing me, our old selves. How i really, really missed those times. Sorry for whatever i've done that could have hurt you so bad. Do explain though 'cause honestly, i am so lost. I love you, man. And i don't wanna lose you. You know that damn well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seeing you once again, refreshes the memory of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The times we had so much fun, so much love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, we were in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But there are things that we just can't make it up for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I realise now how much i've missed you.. and those times we had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I believe my feelings for you have never, ever changed. Not a single bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No matter how much i believed i've moved on, you will still remain right there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sealed in my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, i'm now clueless on what i should do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hopefully you find out about my blog and read it yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Superhero, i know being a bouncer is never an easy job. So please, take good care of yourself&lt;/span&gt;.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-5220367188263836947?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/5220367188263836947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=5220367188263836947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/5220367188263836947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/5220367188263836947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-adi.html' title='Happy Birthday, Adi.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-4892075460833969840</id><published>2008-10-31T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:05:37.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got this from a friend's profile and thought how selfish life can be. And true-ness, life can be just perfectly unfair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, i'm sharing it with you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We cannot all do great things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But we can do small things with great love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So love the people who treat you right, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;forget about the ones who don't, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and believe that everything happens for a reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If you get a chance, take it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If it changes your life, let it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nobody said that it'd be easy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;they just promised it would be worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Eventually feels a lot better than actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sometimes reality has a way of sneaking up and biting us in the ass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And when the dam bursts, all you can do is swim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The world of pretend is a cage , not a cocoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We can only lie to ourselves for so long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We are tired, we are scared, denying it doesn't change the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sooner or later we have to put aside our denial and face the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Head on, guns blazing. De Nile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It's not just a river in Egypt, it's a freakin' ocean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So how do you keep from drowning in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Therefore, live life to the fullest. Fuck what others might think or say 'cause it's your life after all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;p/s: Asri, thank you for everything you've done. Pissed me of again &amp;amp; again. I tried pleasing you, but you always turn me down. So, there's a song that goes like this, '&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i am sorry. ku tak akan love you lagi&lt;/span&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;that's for you, bebeh. sayonara..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-I lie. But never a pretender.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &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/8957007-4892075460833969840?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/4892075460833969840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=4892075460833969840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/4892075460833969840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/4892075460833969840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-got-this-from-friends-profile-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-1631327562577778885</id><published>2008-10-26T13:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:27:47.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A7X concert &amp; Advanced Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let's start with the day i had my first ever crazy concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;241008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As many rock 'n' roll fans in Singapore knows, A7X was here on this very day. Live at Max Pavilion. The queue was fantastic. I think there were a thousand or so of A7X fans waiting to get in. I met quite a number of people whom i didn't expect to see at this kind of concert. Despite the long wait, the security sucks, by the way,(i kept cursing them) we were all tired and sleepy by the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; time a local band started the show. It was somehow, boring. The fusion was good, but i j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ust wanted A7X badly. In fact, all the fans are. hahs. They promised to start &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;at 8. But A7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;X showed up at 9pm. Nevertheless, i was rejuvenated. My energy rose when the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; lights came off. My heart was pumping very fast, and hard. When i heard the music, i saw Zacky. Then i looked for Shadows. Then i wanted to see Gates so much but he was much afar. I was at the wrong side. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Should have remembered their stage formation. Shit. So anyways, i got hyped up. And there was alot of pushing others around. Like i said, it'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s my first ever gig. I wasn't aware of such things. But i couldn't care less. I was damn happy. I jumped. I screamed. I sang out loud. I did what i've never done before. The craziness in me was like totalling up and burst open right there. I believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; so much fun that i had a headache after everything ended. Like some sort of an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after-hangover feeling. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;macam paham&lt;/span&gt;) LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, yeah. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bestest experience EVER&lt;/span&gt;. I'm praying hard they'll keep their promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"We'll come back soon!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;251008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;An advance birthday party held at home. For all my close frie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nds. I admit i was tired, and my enthusiasm wasn't there. haha. But anyways, i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; hope all my friends, had fun. It was a simple party but i believe it was pretty much an enjo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ying one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks to Hasni who've helped me alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Personal thanks to&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shahila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Azima &amp;amp; friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Al Hafiz (CTH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My BFFs (Arfas, Yana, Fadhli, Hadri)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hakim &amp;amp; Eka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Khai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Patchwork Neurology (Miru, Idah, Qader, Zeek, Yat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah. There were less than 20. I wouldn't dare to make it a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; party as it's not my home. Furthermore, it's a small place. So, i hope people who've not been invited would understand. Sorry. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cutting cake ceremony was one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;kekek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; part. Hafiz was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;malu-malu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Feel like smacking his face. The cake was soo delicious that Hafiz, Fas &amp;amp; Had went asking for more. LOL. I couldn't save some for PWN, sadly. Because i thought with the small amount of friends who came, the cake would still be able to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;put some aside. haha. It was Swensens ice cream cake. What do you expect. LOL. I d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;id&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;n't expect any presents to come along as i just wanted to gather all my friends and have some fun. And.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sweetest thing Hadri had ever done. He gave me some $ which i didn't expect to come out from him, especially. I refused to take, but he insist. So, i said thanks alot and tears almost roll down my cheeks when he opened his arms for me. Yes, we hugged. Hadri, who's not so close, was the one who could actually touched my heart, deeply. And.. yeah. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love my BFFs&lt;/span&gt;. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SQR77b58uWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/sbHuXsTmDEk/s1600-h/DSCI0358.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/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SQR77b58uWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/sbHuXsTmDEk/s320/DSCI0358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261466525708892514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                                                                                                              &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;GFs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SQR77LP-BJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8zC18DFRG28/s1600-h/DSCI0412.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/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SQR77LP-BJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8zC18DFRG28/s320/DSCI0412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261466521237849234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                                                                                                                &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SQR76iUAewI/AAAAAAAAAFk/abXIKGPZipE/s1600-h/DSCI0394.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/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SQR76iUAewI/AAAAAAAAAFk/abXIKGPZipE/s320/DSCI0394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261466510248934146" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;BFFs: Had, Fadh, Ira, Fas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SQR76SeTzMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/wZxSWk32DSA/s1600-h/DSCI0378.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/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SQR76SeTzMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/wZxSWk32DSA/s320/DSCI0378.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261466505997176002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                              &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i missed him. [Al Hafiz &amp;amp; Nursyahirah]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SQR75xtP27I/AAAAAAAAAFU/cHXXnBqTQuw/s1600-h/DSCI0364.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/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SQR75xtP27I/AAAAAAAAAFU/cHXXnBqTQuw/s320/DSCI0364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261466497201462194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                              &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the november babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-I saw eyes staring at us while we hugged. But i ignored. Friendship worth much more than the jealousy eyes of someone else's.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-1631327562577778885?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/1631327562577778885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=1631327562577778885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/1631327562577778885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/1631327562577778885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2008/10/a7x-concert-advanced-birthday-party.html' title='A7X concert &amp; Advanced Birthday Party'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SQR77b58uWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/sbHuXsTmDEk/s72-c/DSCI0358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-1846704375949507996</id><published>2008-10-21T00:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T23:22:07.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to leave or not..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Birthday's coming VERY soon. And.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here's my wishlist. :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-Nike Hoodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-Skate Shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-iPod Touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strike&gt;-Samsung OMNIA i900&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Crumpler Sling Bag&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adidas Adilette&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, take note ok? LOL-ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, things have been very tight and stressful for me lately. Many, many things in mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Dear Unknown tagger, not to worry. I'm aware of Khai's status and, we're just friends. Thanks so much for the info. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, things have never been the same between me and beloved friend. But i'm glad to see Yat and him are on talking terms now. Even though i wonder why he's still not talking to me, but, i know things will be fine sooner or later. I'll just let him cool down. As Baby Zeeko said, "We are like family seh. And to see you sitting one corner and him at the other, macam tak best gitu kan. So, just give in la. Talk as per normal." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wish i could. I seriously WISH i could. I have egos too. And yes, i think i gave in too many times w/o realising it. Still, i love you. And no, i don't wanna lose the band because of this. Trying so so hard to ignore, but i've been a crybaby ever since this happened. Whenever the topic's about you, that is. I'm trying to stay strong, as hard and long as i could. I hope my sanity's still up and good. heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I still love you, Miru. And if you're reading this, just stop all these. I can hardly take it anymore. I'm so so lost without you. You're the pillar in my life. So precious and please, don't make me regret with the decision i'm gonna make. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;don't think wrong, Miru's just too close to me. like a family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, i'm glad Baby and Ida had a great time just now. With all the surprises, they look so cute when blowing the candles and cutting the cake.. haha. I'll upload the pictures soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And.. i forgot to bring their presents along. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok. I think i'm done for tonight. I can't sleep, but i think i'm gonna just lay down and think of what to do...with my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-What about now..-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/8957007-1846704375949507996?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/1846704375949507996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=1846704375949507996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/1846704375949507996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/1846704375949507996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-leave-or-not.html' title='to leave or not..'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-6770765248088169729</id><published>2008-10-14T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:29:37.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>depression period.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;141008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; more days to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Baby Zeeko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; more days to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Curlie Ida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And i've yet to search for their gifts. I thought of getting Zeek one of Miz29's Dickies berms. But afraid he might not like it. As for Ida, i thought of getting her some accessories, but i hardly see her wearing any. So, i'm confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, took half day today. I seriously need to rest my mind. Need to get away from work and stress for awhile. I've been thinking ALOT lately. Things haven't been getting any better between me and dearest friend. I hope we'll be fine by 3rd November 2008. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;praying hard~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, i asked mama out. Queenstown that is. I spent more then $100 just for my Nike slippers and Crumpler sling bag. Well of course, look at the brands. You can burn few hundred dollars on those branded stuffs. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Latest news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Khai text me saying Fadh was mad and jealous about him contacting me. Why? We haven't got a clue. He might be joking, might not too. Before Khai told me this, i text Fadh asking what if Khai wants to befriend me and stuffs. He answered my question with questions. Asking, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Why?? What did he say? He got text you issit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know what he meant by that. Khai clearly said, the reason why he didn't tell Fadh about him contacting me, afraid Fadh would think differently. So, it's either Fadh is taking REAL good care of me from &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Buaya Darats &lt;/span&gt;OR... &lt;em&gt;allahualam&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;When i told Khai maybe Fadh's afraid of getting his dearest BFF into another heart break or whatsoever, might as well he tell Khai off before anything happens. Which i believe, Fadh should know Khai better by now.&lt;br /&gt;Then Khai replied, saying it's up to me whether i still want to befriend him.&lt;br /&gt;My reply was clear and easy to understand, "I accept you as my friend from the start. I'm not the kinda girl who likes take back her words easily. I will be a close friend if you want me to. Like you, i believe in fate too." (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, what Khai and I know is, Khai &amp;amp; Ira are just friends. And we both, believe in fate. So, if we are meant to be, then we will. I'm not saying that i'm hoping for that.. But i leave it to fate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, we are strictly FRIENDS, for now. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;what am i saying..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With all that in mind, i'm sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've eating disorders. Sleeping disorders. Sudden headaches. Diarrhoea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;uhh.. God knows what will happen next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I haven't been having proper meal. Not that i don't want to. But i just can't bring myself to eat as much as i used to. I seriously think that i've put myself into a tension that can now be undone. It's getting real serious. I've never been through this before. And now that i am, there's no chance of turning back. Slowly going through the rocky stage of life. Hopefully, all's fine soon. 'Cause i don't wanna ignore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Should i go and rest now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;yes, i think i should~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;-My Depression Period.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/8957007-6770765248088169729?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/6770765248088169729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=6770765248088169729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/6770765248088169729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/6770765248088169729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2008/10/depression-period.html' title='depression period.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-4901699100057094832</id><published>2008-10-12T11:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T19:12:30.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya Outing with Motorola Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today i'm feeling sick. I haven't ate anything since last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not that i don't want to, but i just felt sick. Nausea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So anyways, Yana(Arfas's gf) text me on Friday asking me out for raya outing with Arfas and friends. So, since i had no plans, i joined. Mind you, i slept at 4am that day. Went to JB. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Woke up around 9am, then get myself ready. I seriously didn't have the mood to go for raya outing yesterday. But i don't know why, my heart says just go. So, i took a cab to Woodlands. Gathered at Yana's house. When the rest reached, i saw some unfamiliar faces, but that's usual in raya outings right? hahs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So there's the driver wearing black too. Khai's the name. Couple for a day, we were. And the friends just can't stop disturbing us. I ignored with a smile, Khai went "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;she's not my gf!&lt;/span&gt;". lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But after a few trips, with karaoke-ing here and there, the driver kept teasing me. I thought he was joking, so i just go with the flow. At the end of the day, he asked for my number. -_- hahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I noticed he keeps looking at me, and wanting me to smile at him. I got "Batu Lesong" as he said. Which meant, the dimple, on my left cheek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fadh and Khai just can't stop fighting. They both wore black. And quarrelled about seats, songs, and the girl who wore black too. hahs. Fadh wanted to sit beside Khai so much, so Yana asked Khai, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;you want Fadh or Ira to sit beside you?&lt;/span&gt;", he went, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;IRA!&lt;/span&gt;". Then Fadh went to the front, opened the door and said, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh... Mentang-mentang ada Ira, ko nak kerek ngan aku eh..&lt;/span&gt;", Khai replied, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;alah......masok la masok la. Sebok uh ko&lt;/span&gt;". So Fadh went in happily. hahs. Inside the car, came one of my favourite songs on the radio, I'm Yours by Jason Mraz. Hearing that, Fadh went, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ira. This is for you, bebeh.&lt;/span&gt;", Khai quickly changed the channel. When asked by Fadh, he said, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku CEMBURU ko tau tak? Dengar la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;gu ni lagi bagos. Ni lagu favourite dia..&lt;/span&gt;" It's a malay rock song, i never knew about. lols. Then Hakim went, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orang tu dah mabok, dengar lagu ni, lagi mabok dia&lt;/span&gt;". These guys are just crazy. And i'm starting to love them. hahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kecoh in the car. The mat rempits were racing through the highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SPGDuhJ5yyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/FkC_EOTYAqs/s1600-h/%5B%5ByAnArFaS%5D%5D022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SPGDuhJ5yyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/FkC_EOTYAqs/s320/%5B%5ByAnArFaS%5D%5D022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256127075315206946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The couple for a day. (Ira &amp;amp; Khai)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And guess what? They stayed at my place for 2 hours. Left around 1am. Karaoke session they had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kecohrable. I admit, my thoughts about HIM, was deleted in my memory for a while. Still, there's a lot to talk about, things to be settled. So, i'm waiting for him to be "ready". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't wait for PWN's raya outing and the rest of my gf's too! hee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The very first sight of you, makes my heart beats faster than usual.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-4901699100057094832?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/4901699100057094832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=4901699100057094832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/4901699100057094832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/4901699100057094832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2008/10/raya-outing-with-motorola-friends.html' title='Raya Outing with Motorola Friends'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SPGDuhJ5yyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/FkC_EOTYAqs/s72-c/%5B%5ByAnArFaS%5D%5D022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-4103818080023189902</id><published>2008-10-07T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:24:15.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To whoever-its-meant-for..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Forgive me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I make mistakes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Forgive me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For saying things that's not meant to be said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And yes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;People tend to say things that hurt, without thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't you too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Speechless i was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The very first huge fight, we had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I seek for help every where i could just to make things right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, dear friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I care. I still do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're the closest. The one i can't afford to lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You should know it by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those things i said, are meaningless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You joke around too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love you, like i love the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can never hate you for doing the stupidest thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Coz that's the only thing that puts a smile on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;People say, i gave too much face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They too, said you're too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I simply don't care 'coz you ARE part of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And they know, i need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, i'm confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You've said things that have long, hurt me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;silence, i've been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Called me a pretender, when i don't even know what i'm pretending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No, i don't wanna hate you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keep in mind that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You mean the whole world to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please, don't do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's cutting me deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can hardly breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kill me, if that will satisfy your anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I rather die in your hands than suffocate by your assumptions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-I don't wanna hate you, don't make me. I beg you.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-4103818080023189902?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/4103818080023189902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=4103818080023189902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/4103818080023189902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/4103818080023189902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-whoever-its-meant-for.html' title='To whoever-its-meant-for..'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-6794632989230089108</id><published>2008-10-01T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T00:14:57.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA&lt;/strong&gt;, people!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;To all my friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wishing you &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Minal Aidil Walfaizin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I may have used the wrong words at the wrong time. Hurting people in every way's possible. All i can say, this is the month to clear my sins and seek for forgiveness. Hahs! So, salah dan silap, harap dimaafkan. Love ya'll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Babe, i know how and what you feel now. I feel you, BADLY. Sorry i can't do much as one of your best friends. But just to remind you, i'm always here and will always try my best to be. Stay strong for the rest of your family.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;*wonders what to get for Mama on her birthday.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Selamat Hari Raya Maaf Zahir &amp;amp; Batin.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-6794632989230089108?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/6794632989230089108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=6794632989230089108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/6794632989230089108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/6794632989230089108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2008/10/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya!'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-8105825000731101672</id><published>2008-09-27T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:51:42.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PWN's crazy jamming session.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday 260908&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After work, went to grab some stuffs at Tampines Mall NTUC, for the making of my Choc Cornflakes. Then i went to check out Starhub shop and made an enquiry about LG KS20 Miru asked for. The promotion ended this day itself. So, Miru told me to meet him and Yat at PS after break fasting. Quickly rushed home, get ready for break fast, had a quick shower, then to meet Yat. My sandals came off suddenly. Then i was like, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uh! wth! shit!&lt;/span&gt;'. Was rushing and yet having this kinda shameful situation. hahs. So i just went on. Don't care what others will say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Like hello, as if you've never faced that kinda situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, Miru and Yat grabbed the LG KS20 promotion and left me biting my own nails. I wanted that phone too! Urgh. But anyways, hopefully there's another promotion on November. Lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then we rushed to FourTones Music Studio. The rest were waiting. Ayie kept calling me and asked, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you take a look at your watch? What time isit now?&lt;/span&gt;'. haha. Cute la my hero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After our jamming session, i planned to rush back home. But Miru stopped me from doing so. He wanted to take the first train home(prolly coz the girl of his dreams is around, that's why. heh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, i called mama and let Miru talk to her. Well, she was somehow in a good mood, and so does my aunt. So, yeah.. Stayed with them till Sahur. heh. However, i was grounded the next day. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was hungry, and so was Qader. So we planned on Macdonald's at Bras Basah Complex after that. After supper, Yat and Zak(Miru's dream girl), wanted to leave. Zak was asking me if i wanted to share a cab with them, but Miru quickly interrupted saying, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No. No. I told your mum already. So, you have to stay.&lt;/span&gt;' -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He always stands my way. Hate him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, yeah. We hang around at Istana Park. Around 4am we head for a food stall to get something for Sahur. Reached that place at 5am. Food arrived at 5.15am. I shared my Nasi Goreng Ayam with Qader as i know i'm not able to finish it up by 5.26am. Hahs. Then i took a cab home as i was really enervated. Reached home at 6am. Then went to sleep. hahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday 270809&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Woke up at 11am. Followed Mama to her workplace. Had my hair-cut. Not much difference done. Trim a bit. Cut my fringe. More layering. That's it. (recommended by Miru.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was totally worn out when i reach home after that. So, i took a nap till break fast time. Now, waiting for visitors to go off, then i'll start making my Choc Cornflakes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll end my post for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm waiting for my boys to get online. *biting nails*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-What else can i do..? I'm happy for him.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-8105825000731101672?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/8105825000731101672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=8105825000731101672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/8105825000731101672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/8105825000731101672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2008/09/pwns-crazy-jamming-session.html' title='PWN&apos;s crazy jamming session.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-822636646028274293</id><published>2008-09-21T12:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T13:05:42.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fatigue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I seriously need a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perfect beauty&lt;/span&gt; sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My weekends are like full of appointments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And no, i didn't get to meet up with my beautiful girlfriend, Boy A and Achit this week. Next week, hopefully? heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went out with Yat &amp;amp; girlfriend and Miru yesterday. I didn't have the mood to go out 'coz my aunt was giving me the face which explains that i've always been out. But my weekdays was always at home after work. I just don't understand the elders sometimes. But whatever lah, they should know me by now. I do what i want. Not happy with it? Come and spit it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, anyways.. We went to Bugis first, looking for Yat's perfect and unique raya clothes. hahs. Met Qader and our new vocalist, Ida, who was with a friend, for break fast at Banquet. After that went to geylang which Qader and Ida hated so much. So, didn't tag along with us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's the exquisitely good news, i met Boy A at Joo Chiat. Imagine how shock i was. And i didn't remember him being so tall, and Miru so short. lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So when i saw him, i quickly turned to look for Miru. So i went, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miru. Miru.. Miru! Cepat..!&lt;/span&gt;'. That e-d-yet was looking at something else. So he looked blur. hahs. Then he was like, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt;'. And then, i grabbed his arm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:       "Boy A, Miru. Boy A kat belakang kita!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miru&lt;/span&gt;:    "Huh? Really?" *he turned and looked behind*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:       "JANGAN la pusing dulu..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miru&lt;/span&gt;:    "Then why are you holding my arms?" *snatched away his arm from me and continued*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;              "wait he thinks i'm your boyfriend. why never tegor him?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:       "tanak la.. segan seh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miru&lt;/span&gt;:    "no no. i go and call him, i tell you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:       "OI! don't la.. i'm not ready."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miru&lt;/span&gt;:    "then you go and text him. NOW."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:       "nanti2 lah. menggigil now you know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miru&lt;/span&gt;:    "menggigil for what?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:       "mane ira tahu..!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;..then the argument went on until i met my dearest girlfriend, Hasni with mum at Joo Chiat also. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And no, Boy A ain't a handsome-looking guy. But who cares? I don't need a handsome bf that will end up girls chasing after him and all. Such a nuisance! heh. Miru knows me already la. But still, i don't understand why he wants to talk bad about Boy A. One e-d-yet guy. Oh oh, he said this too yesterday, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why him sia? That Fantastic Four guy is much more handsome than him. The one on your featured friend's list&lt;/span&gt;." Amin. haha. Too bad he's more like a brother to me. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Later on, i text Boy A. And he was upset i didn't actually say Hi to him. hahs. Until i went home, we met in MSN, he was telling me he's really upset about it. Well, what to do. Long time no see, i got kaku. hahs. And yeah, i missed him. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- "He's got the height. He's got the body. But he doesn't have the looks. And, he doesn't have the skin." (Miru) -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-822636646028274293?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/822636646028274293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=822636646028274293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/822636646028274293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/822636646028274293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2008/09/fatigue.html' title='fatigue.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-5952106198404935067</id><published>2008-09-15T13:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T14:34:21.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>140908</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;HELLOH! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not blogging the previous week. It sure is dusty, but ain't that much. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, the previous week has been pretty much a boring one for me. Hopefully, this week's better. hee.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna meet GFs later. Breaking fast at beach road. I still have no idea what to eat. Sup tulang k has? or maybe with nasi ayam penyet. lols.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i've planned some stuffs for the week. Gonna be quite a busy girl. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;Let me list out the plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;140908&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Outing with GFs at Beach Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;160908&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outing with PWN at town area. Gonna shop till we drop. *smiling widely*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;190908&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outing with my beautiful girlfriend at not sure where yet. Still planning. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;200908&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outing with Boy A. Remember him? hahs. Yeah. Hopefully it's confirmed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;210908&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outing with Achit at not sure yet too. I'll be waiting for his call about this meet-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Whaddya think? hahs.&lt;br /&gt;Date here. Date there. Luckily it doesn't fall on the same day. haha!&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, busy Ira Syahirah she'll be. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND. AND. AND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;i just got to know &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avenged Sevenfold's coming to town this October&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;i wanna go. i wanna go. i wanna go!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok. That's about it for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tata.titi.tutu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-A decision made. Goodbye, love.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-5952106198404935067?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/5952106198404935067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=5952106198404935067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/5952106198404935067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/5952106198404935067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2008/09/140908.html' title='140908'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-1245538864152766467</id><published>2008-09-07T10:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T10:55:53.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>060908</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*my arms are in pain*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't imagine the boys could actually hit me in front of mama. And mama could actually let them be! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sob sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My arms are DEFINITELY in pain. Thanks to my panda boy. It hurts alot, but there weren't any blue black. Qader said, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of course. that wasn't my full strength!&lt;/span&gt;'. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e-d-yet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yat's now starting to hit-and-run me now. The boys are reeaallyy rough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, i had fun yesterday. Hoping the rest would. Thanks guys for breaking fast with mama &amp;amp; me. Not to forget Has &amp;amp; Kat too. Thanks alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, as you may know, thursday's outing with PWN was postponed to yesterday due to some last minute changes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;bulan puasa ni, baannyyaakk betol dugaan. nasib baik aku belom boleh puasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We went without my babyboy though. Poor him. Busy day yesterday. Miss him. heh.&lt;br /&gt;I so can't wait to get the EP done! Check out our demo in myspace, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.myspace.com/patchworkneurology08&lt;/span&gt;. Leave us some comments too. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To Kat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go and get a life lah..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who needs a man when you can have countless of them? We're still young to hold on to just one, especially with the kinda guy you're with now. Sorry. I've marked an X on his forehead, virtually. So, next chalet, don't bring him again ok? lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've no more say for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, take care people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Failure.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-1245538864152766467?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/1245538864152766467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=1245538864152766467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/1245538864152766467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/1245538864152766467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2008/09/060908.html' title='060908'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-8153023457864488060</id><published>2008-09-02T10:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:49:54.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today's the 2nd day of fasting month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am soo weak and sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate it when i get sick. Things will turn upside down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;So anyways, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;, mama was discharge yesterday noon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;For those who came and visit, THANKS ALOT. For those who didn't get the chance to visit mama, thanks for the concern and all, we can all &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;buka&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; together one day. (&lt;em&gt;mama's booked on thursday. with PWN&lt;/em&gt;) ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;And oh, speaking of which, RAIHAN HUSIN, i know somehow you're reading this. Let's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;buka&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; together!! hee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;So.. here i am blogging this while at work. Nothing to do for now. No one's in the office except me. They are all late. Including the manager. sheesh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm soo gonna take a half day leave today. Can't take it with me freezing in here, and it's suffocating. I can hardly breathe, i tell you. Damn~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok. That's for now. I'm outta here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;To Miru,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Apek uh.. Lu bagi wa tu obat daun selasih keling. Wa sulah tak tahan woo..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Selamat Menyambut Bulan Ramadhan, people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Suffocating by your foolish lies-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-8153023457864488060?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/8153023457864488060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=8153023457864488060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/8153023457864488060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/8153023457864488060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2008/09/2nd-day.html' title='2nd day..'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-221272673007051233</id><published>2008-08-31T01:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T01:37:31.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am so tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After work yesterday, went jamming with the boys. And no, we haven't found the right vocalist yet. Then mama called to say she'll be in SGH A&amp;amp;E for some check-up and told me to be there after i'm done. So went to look for a cab around Bugis area and it's so friggin' irritating and tiring. No cabs stopped when i needed one. Waited for almost an hour, went around Victoria St to get one. Reached SGH around 11am. Couldn't find mama, so i asked the nurse at the administration counter. She was in the emergency room. So i was brought in to see mama for awhile. Was in a horrible situation. I can't describe how i felt when mama told me some bad news and i couldn't hide my tears no matter how hard i tried. Mama consoled, but was making it even worse. So i quickly went outside, called Raihan's best friend and sadly, he was at work, he wished he could come and accompanied me. That was fine, i understood his position. So, i called Miru just to inform him about mama's condition but after hearing me cried on the phone, he told me to wait there and PWN's on the rescue. hahs. I'm soo soo glad i have these boys by my side. I never knew they love me this much. So, since they reached, mama was sent to her ward, and we went to look for it and her room number. Ayie asked smilingly, 'Ira, ok eh? Takde pape lah.. Insyallah takde pape..', and i just smiled. In my heart, only ALLAH knew how sickly worried i felt. But no matter what, the boys were there to comfort me. And i thank ALLAH, for bringing these guys into my life. Such wonderful gift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, till now, i've yet to know the result of the scan mama need's to go which is yet to be done. I'm so mad about the procedure of hospitals sometimes. It pisses me off. I'm just worried if anything happens to mama. She needs to be regularly checked, and just finish it off with surgery or whatsoever. I just hope, everything goes well soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just yet another bad news, and this time's from you. I still can't believe you left. But no matter, i will respect your decision. Guys just come and go, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; just keep falling for the wrong guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-Thank you for the memories.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-221272673007051233?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/221272673007051233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=221272673007051233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/221272673007051233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/221272673007051233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2008/08/exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-9100950204691110164</id><published>2008-08-25T14:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T14:40:54.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt &amp; Uncle's Wedding Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fuh! Finally it's over and done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MILLION&lt;/span&gt; for those who came to my Aunt &amp;amp; Uncle's Wedding Anniversary. Especially my dearest boys, they practiced till Sunday 6am. We were having sleepless nights again. Every show's like that. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks alot guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So anyways, today's entry will be about searching for PWN's frontman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, we're still looking for a vocalist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And so, we're having an audition this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday(290808)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; So, if anyone's reading this, and you can sing or if you do know anyone who can sing and is interested in joining a band, do drop us an email at patchworkneurology@hotmail.com. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Songlist, venue &amp;amp; timing will be sent via email.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-my guts strongly says it's the smile. so, stop smiling at me like that.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-9100950204691110164?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/9100950204691110164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=9100950204691110164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/9100950204691110164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/9100950204691110164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2008/08/aunt-uncles-wedding-anniversary.html' title='Aunt &amp; Uncle&apos;s Wedding Anniversary'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-2073780309993813560</id><published>2008-08-17T11:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T12:07:28.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored.tired.sleepy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Having AIMS in life is the best way to start a new life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mine is to achieve a diploma certificate, just to make mama proud and at the same time upgrade myself in whichever way i can. &lt;strong&gt;My life&lt;/strong&gt; is about &lt;strong&gt;my boys&lt;/strong&gt;. BGR can absolutely wait. So, what's yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Guess what? The boys are indeed getting comfortable with each other, with me to be exact. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yat &amp;amp; Qader's true colours are showing up, slowly. When i thought they were the quiet, shy ones. Well, let's just say my boys are ALL CRAZY in their own ways. They're starting to bully me. yeap. heh. It all started with Miru, as always. Thanks, &lt;em&gt;sweetheart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i've names for my boys, btw. check out my friendster). &lt;/span&gt;You're the best and i hate you, damn much. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;But hey, you know i can't stop laughing whenever you're around. And THAT is good. hahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;So, i feel as if i'm missing something. Just can't figure out what. The Badak Boy? Or is it someone, or something else? Or maybe... that YP have been giving me more than enough stress and could possibly make me feel this way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm clueless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll just hug my darling cat whenever i feel this way. I guess he's the only one that understands me most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-If it's something else, then why do i still feel different...?-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-2073780309993813560?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/2073780309993813560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=2073780309993813560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/2073780309993813560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/2073780309993813560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2008/08/boredtiredsleepy.html' title='bored.tired.sleepy.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-8891672030256410599</id><published>2008-08-10T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T00:32:09.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PWN, i love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Just woke up.&lt;br /&gt;Had supper. I was super hungry. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky me, today there's a lot of food. Last minute &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kenduri&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, reached home around 530am. Slept around 6am.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 830am. Couldn't sleep after that. Too nervous, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Try memorizing the lyrics and all. But the latin song was just too difficult. lols.&lt;br /&gt;But i didn't give up. I won't give up on my boys easily. So i just tried my best.&lt;br /&gt;Went for our last jamming practice, at 1230pm till 230pm. Then quickly rushed to the Arts House.&lt;br /&gt;Once we reached, i was having a nervous breakdown. My stomach was aching, i felt like having diarrhoea. haha. I've never performed in a gig before ok.&lt;br /&gt;So, i prayed hard. Waited too long for our turn till i get very sleepy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Did whatever i could to make my boys proud. But i guess i was crappy. As Ayie said, his friend and himself couldn't hear my voice. Miru said the microphone wasn't loud enough. And Qader said his friends said we were all good. But still, i wasn't that satisfied i guess. haha. But that's ok. I'm proud i could actually perform with my boys. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PWN, YOU ROCK &lt;/span&gt;lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all the hard work, i guess it paid off. We were all happy. The gig was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Then we all went to my place, had dinner, karaoke for a while, afterwhich they were sent home by my godbro. It was really a memorable day for me. One of my happiest days in life. Well, i guess, the reason could be because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;they are my boys, and they are my life&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to wait for 24th of August. Next performance by Patchwork Neurology. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-Why do i feel so....different?-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957007-8891672030256410599?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/8891672030256410599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=8891672030256410599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/8891672030256410599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/8891672030256410599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2008/08/pwn-i-love-you.html' title='PWN, i love you.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-1486360831879893029</id><published>2008-08-08T13:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T13:28:51.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday my darling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm here just to wish the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Badak Boy&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 22nd Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May all your wishes come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why do i care so much about your birthday? *wonders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-a darling.. but can never be his.-&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/8957007-1486360831879893029?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/1486360831879893029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=1486360831879893029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/1486360831879893029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/1486360831879893029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-my-darling.html' title='happy birthday my darling.'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-6031227614445445099</id><published>2008-08-05T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T13:49:51.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rough weekends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let me share wit ya'll what i did for the early August. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday 010808&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went to JB with the insane godbro, mama, auntie, uncle &amp;amp; iqa. We bought stuffs for Hari Raya. The ingredients to make the different kuehs and all. Then had dinner at a place that has a Karaoke session too. Reached that place around 1+ in the morning. So, there were less crowd, in fact i can count them with my fingers. lols. After hurray-hurraying, we head home. Oh, not to forget, i grabbed some bubble gums and wrigley's chewing gums for the boys and myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;jangan jealous k cik haseni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday 020808&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went to Expo. Sent by the insane godbro again. We were hunting for food. Especially when going to such places with my dearest auntie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;sampai je teros makan nasi lemak beb~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;imagine this, we reached Expo Hall 3 at 930pm and left at 10pm. haha! Then fetched mama, sent both my aunties back home. My godbro wanted to make me happy. So he promised to bring me to eat again, at Changi Airport, T3's Delifrance. Mama wanted to follow, so we brought her along. Talked things out. Cried my heart out. And ate tuna croissant sandwich. haha. Reached home around 1am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday 030808&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Followed aunty to a wedding ceremony. Her karaoke set was booked for that day. One kecohrable day. Had fun. And i can feel the tiredness of the few days i went out without having a proper rest. hahs. Rushed home after that, thinking the boys would be jamming today. But they cancelled it. So, my godbro planned on eating durian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;tapi tak kesampaian~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So we ate at Adam Rd, then head home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday 040808&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Planned to get myself a headphone with Miru and Yat. But i cancelled the plan. haha. They were heading to Plaza Singapura and i wanted to go to Sim Lim. hahs. So, went out with Yan(Raihan Husin's bestie). err.. one HOT guy. But won't hope for more. Too good looking for me. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went home smiling to myself. Don't care what others think already. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday 050808&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went to JB again. My aunt said she didn't have enough stuffs yet. So we made a quick journey to JB and came back. My godbro and i had plans in the evening. So reached SG, he sent me to Dover, together with mama. They wanted to see the boys, so i bring them in. My godbro, who's a Dangdut freak, could actually understand what the boys were playing and telling me that they were reaallyy good. haha. I was like smiling and said thanks. He was admiring the drummer, and Miru. I told him to watch Miru's fingers. His was fast. haha. So he was like staring at the fingers only. haha. I bet the boys were feeling awkward. But what to do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; orang jakun~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So as my godbro was our driver for the night, i wanted to talk with the boys, so he chose a perfect place to sit and talk. CCK park. The food? Okok la. Mine was horrible. haha. So after the talk, i came to a conclusion. Note it down. Will decide after a few days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And i actually lost my ezlink and IC on this day! At ITE DOVER. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today 060808&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thank Zeek, and the owner of the jamming room in ITE DOVER. Who've found and kept my stuffs, together with Qader's lappie. Thanks so much. I don't have to stress about forking out $100 for getting a new IC and Qader, forking out another few thousands for a new lappie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, gonna meet the girlfriends later at 630pm, City Hall. Then rush to Clarke Quay for the boys jamming session. Another tiring day, i guess. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoping tomorrow will be a better day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-My hand fits perfectly in yours. What could it actually mean?-&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/8957007-6031227614445445099?l=her-anthologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/6031227614445445099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8957007&amp;postID=6031227614445445099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/6031227614445445099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957007/posts/default/6031227614445445099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-anthologies.blogspot.com/2008/08/rough-weekends.html' title='rough weekends'/><author><name>Truly Yours, `wLi || .Shiraz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03301882555641652172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCIiNuxTfrI/SLJK0SPB_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/DZshdSuOFcg/S220/DSC00487.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957007.post-3222099182192249020</id><published>2008-07-29T01:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T02:00:08.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>best prank ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Just got home from the jamming session the boys were having.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wasn't really in the mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Miru was having aches on his right arm. Damn boy, i don't wanna risk losing any member of this band. I won't fire any of you, i'll resign myself if any of that happens. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And then i was told Qader, the bass man, wanted to quit the band. I freaked out. I had tears rolling down my face. We're already like a family. It's like 1 man down, dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, i seriously didn't have the mood these days. Miru told me they've found themselves a new bassist. I honestly felt empty. I wasn't overjoyed by the replacement AT ALL. So, i just gave a sigh. Believed in myself that i can talk things out with Qader. I tried my best. But i guess he was just busy. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Until today&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was told that the new bassist would be late. And i was once told to be ready for the new bassist. But i just couldn't. I knew i had to accept the fact and respect Qader's decision. So while Miru went to fetch the new bassist, the rest were setting up, i was playing my PSP game, wondered why Miru grabbed his video cam from me before he left. But i let him be. So when he came in, recording this scene whereby i was friggin' shocked to see a very familiar face, standing at the door. It was Qader. I didn't know how horrible i looked like but i was really overjoyed by this prank of the band. It was Miru's idea. Didn't know why he likes to disturb me this way, but i was happy. Really, i was. haha.&lt;br /&gt;The best prank EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tre
