<?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-231440392553255568</id><updated>2012-02-13T23:17:19.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full of mystery and secret are yet to be unveil!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-6697618850927140129</id><published>2012-02-13T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T23:17:19.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Konbawa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dA5CiFUb1Jc/TzkjxUWKtsI/AAAAAAAAAlA/gz9OuuLeywM/s1600/SAM_0389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dA5CiFUb1Jc/TzkjxUWKtsI/AAAAAAAAAlA/gz9OuuLeywM/s400/SAM_0389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708633332851062466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;The girl above is my cousin or should i say my niece to be exact. Knowing today would be my fifth anniversary if he hadn't left, she spent the whole afternoon with me. Not only she spent the whole afternoon with, she treated me to roti prata and also listen to all my stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Isn't she sweet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you sweetheart. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh my, i can still see myself talking about the ex with a wide smile on my face. Why is it so frigging hard for this heart to understand that he has walk away and never will come back. Why this heart still strongly believe he will and never stop beating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Please dear God, let all the feelings vanish from my heart. Let the right guy come at the right time and return all the happiness and smile that i once possess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mengapa kau melukai hati ini,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sedangkan kau tahu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;*Baba i'm missing you badly at this very moment.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/231440392553255568-6697618850927140129?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6697618850927140129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=6697618850927140129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/6697618850927140129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/6697618850927140129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2012/02/konbawa.html' title='Konbawa.'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dA5CiFUb1Jc/TzkjxUWKtsI/AAAAAAAAAlA/gz9OuuLeywM/s72-c/SAM_0389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-1258596923619456354</id><published>2012-02-12T16:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T18:45:58.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3Ps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div face="georgia" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M9cVHLL9wVI/TzeA35WbzlI/AAAAAAAAAk0/QLFMkNTkdlo/s1600/SAM_0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M9cVHLL9wVI/TzeA35WbzlI/AAAAAAAAAk0/QLFMkNTkdlo/s400/SAM_0285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708172750491471442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I have no choice but to PUT AN ACT and PRETEND that i am interested to go to PHUKET! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I becoming more and more vicious especially to the opposite gender. I tried to put a stop and end it but it's not my fault if the other party wishes to stay and continue taking blows from me. I feel bad but on the other hand i think the concern is slowly fading away. Like i don't care how the other party feel as long as i am content and happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Ya it's all about me, myself and i now. I don't settle for giving in and compromising. I'm selfish? Yeah i am! Who should i blame for all my actions then? If he hadn't left me and R is true to me, this wouldn't be the outcome. I can't bring myself to love the other party although i really did try. I am evil ain't i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*If only i could reverse the time, i'll definitely make things right and change my fate.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-1258596923619456354?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1258596923619456354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=1258596923619456354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/1258596923619456354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/1258596923619456354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2012/02/3ps.html' title='3Ps'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M9cVHLL9wVI/TzeA35WbzlI/AAAAAAAAAk0/QLFMkNTkdlo/s72-c/SAM_0285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-5612371934920137681</id><published>2012-02-06T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T01:39:42.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was wrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qwdN3a9VKoM/Ty6y8j9g8kI/AAAAAAAAAkc/t9WPjSpAy-0/s1600/depress"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qwdN3a9VKoM/Ty6y8j9g8kI/AAAAAAAAAkc/t9WPjSpAy-0/s400/depress" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705694531440144962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's been almost half a year that we broke up. Unfortunately i am still hanging to my past when i thought i had gotten over it. I realized that my feelings for him is still as strong as ever. I just can't seem to stop loving him. Now i see myself crying to bed almost every single night thinking about him. Every day, every hour and every second is painful. I hate that his smell still lingers around me as if he is so close to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Every time when i meet up with our friends, i still see myself talking about him and smiling ears to ears. I ended up talking about all the good times we had, the way we jokes, we fuss, we fight and how we would patch things up. I feel like nothing change. He was never an ex but will always stay as my other half in my heart. My hearts skip a beat and i would feel butterflies in my stomach upon hearing or say his name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Whenever i went out on a date with guys, i would pretend that it's him. I'll visualize that the guy is him instead. I feel bad for the guys because they had no idea that i am making them as a subs hoping that one of them would make me forget him. However, i always ended up thinking about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I still cannot believe it's over. We were so good together. We went through ups and downs, overcoming all kind of obstacles that come in our way. Nearly five years of relationship and it all ended just like that. He said i am the one that he could see living with but why he left? What am i supposed to do with the wedding package?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;One thing i am so sure about is that years may come and go but he will still be in my heart. I'll always be here waiting for him to return. My heart strongly feels that he will but i know it just a wishful thinking on my part.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you let go of  someone you love, you know its over, but in your heart it's as if  nothing ever changed. I know you never get over someone you love but how  do you move on?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Remember the vow we had made during our first year anniversary? If we ever get separated i'll be waiting for you by the Merlion on 13 Feb 2015 at 12 am. I know i'll be there.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-5612371934920137681?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/5612371934920137681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=5612371934920137681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/5612371934920137681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/5612371934920137681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-was-wrong.html' title='I was wrong.'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qwdN3a9VKoM/Ty6y8j9g8kI/AAAAAAAAAkc/t9WPjSpAy-0/s72-c/depress' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-7668337080939542058</id><published>2012-01-16T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T19:47:29.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leading a single life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jWP5RLOvY_Y/TxQJTJTv2OI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/yfd84UJLvho/s1600/SAM_0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jWP5RLOvY_Y/TxQJTJTv2OI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/yfd84UJLvho/s400/SAM_0511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698189653051431138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I think i'm getting the hang of it now. It's not that bad after all. Plenty of boys come and go in my life ever since i'm single but none attract me like you do. You're still the one i want. Perhaps i'm still head and heels in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway i might be going Phuket in March with cousin and friends. Hopefully by the time i can raise the money for the flights and hotel. To add on it i can just forget about you and move on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;*Life is taking a toll on me.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-7668337080939542058?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/7668337080939542058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=7668337080939542058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/7668337080939542058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/7668337080939542058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2012/01/leading-single-life.html' title='Leading a single life'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jWP5RLOvY_Y/TxQJTJTv2OI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/yfd84UJLvho/s72-c/SAM_0511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-6239547225276636888</id><published>2012-01-11T00:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T02:03:14.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of 2011 start of 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EZD9z7LXhVI/Twxnxez8kDI/AAAAAAAAAkE/FBA3ShDOsdg/s1600/SAM_0517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EZD9z7LXhVI/Twxnxez8kDI/AAAAAAAAAkE/FBA3ShDOsdg/s400/SAM_0517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696041728499028018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My new year has been spent with wonderful bunch of people, cousin to be specific but the celebration was a big letdown. I went&lt;/span&gt; to celebrate my new year in Malacca and it was oh my god i seriously think they need major improvement on that. I usually &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;fireworks but that night the firework bored me to death. It was damn fcuking deadly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless my December holidays were spent splendidly. My cousin, Qistina and daddy was kind enough to bring me to Batam then to Malacca, KL and lastly to Genting. Daddy was being sucha darling and pampered both of us like really spent a lot of money on both of us. I dyed my hair orange but to my disappointment the color fade away and it turn into another color like brownish orange. I pierce my ear and belly again. Daddy gave each of us nearly $500 to shop till we drop dead. I can't be more happy than this right? Ladyluck must be smiling on me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm one lucky girl!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Malacca, daddy brought us to experience the night life there thus he brought us to one of the nightclub in Melaka Sentral. A club called A'famosa or something like that. First daddy forbid me to drink but on second thought he change his mind and let me order anything i want. Being a liquor lover, i ordered tequila pop since that was the only liquor they have on the menu otherwise i would have ordered my fav drink, tequila shots or redbull vodka. I had one glass then daddy ordered more and more glasses for me. He told me i can really hold my liquor well thus he kept ordering. I had 10 glasses in total plus a glass of beer. Yeah i know i'm not a fan of beer but he told me to give his face and so i thought a glass wouldn't be a big deal. Afterall i drank in one gulp. The moment i reached my room, i throw myself on the bed without changing. I was damn tired but i kept talking to Qistina the entire night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went shopping at Dataran Melaka. At first daddy tagged along with his brother and all me and Qis did was either ordered or took the items to the cashier and asked him to pay. However, seeing how crazy and how long we took in just one shop, he started to give up. He gave us a sum of money and waited for us in the car. I shopped like mad in Mango store as there were crazy sale ongoing. We bought ourselves clothes and accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that crazy shopping spree, we went back home to bath and change. Knowing it was the eve of new year, Daddy brought us back again there to witness the fireworks. The only thing that turns me on but like i said it was a big letdown. After like standing there for couple of minutes to witness that lame showcase, we went to the nearby pasar malam or nightmarket and continue shopping but this time i shop for food. Yummy yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On new year day we went to Genting. We went to KL first but did nothing much just making a pit stop to fill our empty stomach. Genting we shopped again and this time i only bought myself a perfume. I wanted to go visit the theme park so badly only to find myself getting upset and disappointed. I was so looking forward for the roller coaster ride but it wasn't operating on that very day. In the end i ride in stupid stupid ride. Wasted my fucking energy and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline i'm grateful for everything. I'm just happy that i have these people who never fail to bring joy and laughter into my life. Despite a lot of shits happened, i'm glad i am still breathing and moving on. Pictures can be found in my facebook though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;*Love is not a bitch. It's the people who doesn't know to seize and appreciate it.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-6239547225276636888?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6239547225276636888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=6239547225276636888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/6239547225276636888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/6239547225276636888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2012/01/end-of-2011-start-of-2012.html' title='End of 2011 start of 2012'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EZD9z7LXhVI/Twxnxez8kDI/AAAAAAAAAkE/FBA3ShDOsdg/s72-c/SAM_0517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-6298107613033000444</id><published>2012-01-09T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T20:54:19.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AKU DASAR BESAR PUKIMAK! KAU DASAR BESAR KEPARAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-6298107613033000444?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6298107613033000444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=6298107613033000444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/6298107613033000444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/6298107613033000444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2012/01/fuck-you.html' title='Fuck you!'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-2315280496491364978</id><published>2012-01-09T00:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T01:06:23.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If i'm a Bitch then you're a Total Jerk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O0iQOnhDbIo/TwnAkPDX63I/AAAAAAAAAj4/PE9r7PTLsts/s1600/SAM_0799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O0iQOnhDbIo/TwnAkPDX63I/AAAAAAAAAj4/PE9r7PTLsts/s400/SAM_0799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695294932535208818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Foremost i would like to stress that this is my blog and my property so it's my business on whatever i want to put up. You have no rights to tell me what i can't do.&lt;br /&gt;Get that facts in your head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. R!? Who is he anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Just another random guy who come and go in my life. Yeah i admitted i was very close into falling in love with him but i'm glad to a lil bird who help me sort all the confusion created by him. I guess i must be extra careful and not to fall easily for someone esp those who seem so nice and walk through with me while i was facing a great ordeal the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Dear R,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;you appeared in my life while i was at my lowest. You helped me through giving me strength to move on each day. Yeah i did somehow got used to live without him now although i do think of him at times. You were so nice at first but after few months, the ugly side of you started to show bit by bit. The devastating among all was you lied about your status. Now everything has been laid out on the table. I thank you for everything. One word from me tho, if i'm your Bitch then you're my Jerk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i broke down once again thinking of Mr Milkshake. I can lie to the whole world and curse him for all i want but i can't lie to myself. The fact that my feelings for him was still strong as ever. I've accepted the fact that we were not meant to be together thus i sent him a goodbye text. I was expecting a reply to him like at least just a simple word of encouraging perhaps but none came.&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;I have to learn now all by myself without anyone help. I know i must be strong and can go through all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Dear Mr Milkshake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;though you break my heart into million pieces and broke all the promises you made, not once i ever regretted meeting you. Instead, i'm thankful but i was really disappointed with you. That four years spent with you and what you did behind my back was enough to make me fall into depression. I'm back on my feet now and i must say i am still breathing despite the fact that there are times i felt like my heart stop beating. I will never hate you i hope. I know you had once love me with all your heart and pampered me with endless love. Sacrificing a lot just to put a smile on my face. Perhaps love were ours but ending up together wasn't our fate. Thanks for tolerating all my tantrums, temper, nonsense and crazy moment. Thank you once again for loving then broke my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;*2012 better be a good year.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-2315280496491364978?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/2315280496491364978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=2315280496491364978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/2315280496491364978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/2315280496491364978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-im-bitch-then-youre-total-jerk.html' title='If i&apos;m a Bitch then you&apos;re a Total Jerk.'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O0iQOnhDbIo/TwnAkPDX63I/AAAAAAAAAj4/PE9r7PTLsts/s72-c/SAM_0799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-7273949207628916927</id><published>2011-12-23T01:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T02:50:37.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bit and pieces.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gt02nsHWTno/TvN6Dv99ZeI/AAAAAAAAAjs/KBuZLxO1vV4/s1600/SAM_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gt02nsHWTno/TvN6Dv99ZeI/AAAAAAAAAjs/KBuZLxO1vV4/s400/SAM_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689024959133607394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2011 is ending in a few days time. Well 2011 has been a total bitch for me. If you read my past post, you will know why. However towards the end i'm glad i cam across a guy, R. He was such a nice guy i must say. He was there for me giving the strength to move on and somehow share my problem. He can be a total jerk at times but on the other hand such a sweet guy. I guess he has split personality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends told me i am falling for him but i don't think so. I am pretty much still in love with my ex but then eversince R came into my life i think less of him. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing. Whatever it is i'm just going with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, i had heated argument with R because i think he has a girlfriend but he denies it. I don't know what t believe. On second thought, why should i bother right? He's not even my boyfriend so why should i get uptight even if it's true that he's attach. Why should i feel jealous? Why should i be angry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! This is the signs that i am tripping all over again. Please R text me. Don't leave me in the lutch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&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/231440392553255568-7273949207628916927?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/7273949207628916927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=7273949207628916927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/7273949207628916927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/7273949207628916927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2011/12/bit-and-pieces.html' title='Bit and pieces.'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gt02nsHWTno/TvN6Dv99ZeI/AAAAAAAAAjs/KBuZLxO1vV4/s72-c/SAM_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-1267239296392319929</id><published>2011-09-11T02:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T02:56:59.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not mad but hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I had salam lebaran concert yesterday since it's past 12. A few weeks back i had informed him about this and thus i bought 5 tickets. I waited for him all day hoping he would appeared. Well he told he might not make it or might thus i was still popping my head on stage and my eyes were searching everywhere while dancing hoping to see him. However to no avail, he did not make it at all. Of course i'm sad and mad but as soon as it's over i was no more angry. When mum texted and informed he went out an hour ago i felt like a fool. Tears came down flowing as things was running through my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;In the past, he would come down even if it for a moment and went off after that if he had some other errands. Why not now? I'm not mad but am just hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Anyway, during the concert, i was watching a dikir barat performance. While watching suddenly i think of him. Then this came into my mind, "This is where he belong. Every time i watched Dikir performance, i see him. This is who he is." I would love to see him in Dikir and that's his identity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;That's not the main issues. My mind and my head keeps telling to forget him but my heart just refused. It strongly disagree. My guts strongly tell me he's the one but it hurt me alot living like this. On the other hand, i'm just content living in his shadow. I have to admit i am already used and immune living like this. Hurt but happy whenever i see him laugh and smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;They said i'm living in denial and i don't deserve to be treated this way. I don't have to live by crying all the time. They said i lost my own identity, my smile and my laughter. I lost everything that used to be me. They said i was a happy-go-lucky girl who smile all the time. What they said was true but what they don't is he is the reason for all that. He was the one who made me smile and laugh. He is my identity. He is everything that is me. I'm not going to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;What you see now is not him. He is a very nice and humble guy. He is a caring guy who put others first before himself. He don't even let me to cry not even a single drop of tears. He stick by me when the world was against me. He may not be perfect in your eyes but he's perfect for me. Just perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Thus when now the world is against him shouldn't i stick by his side like he used to stick to me. I can tolerate all his anger and tantrums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;If my heart hurts so much, my mind think about him all the time and every moment i miss him even tho he's right in front of me. Then i love him. I love him deeply. I love him so much that my heart and mind feel like bursting every time i set eyes on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-1267239296392319929?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1267239296392319929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=1267239296392319929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/1267239296392319929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/1267239296392319929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-mad-but-hurt.html' title='Not mad but hurt'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-5344024381766115688</id><published>2011-08-28T02:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T02:14:05.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just can't</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dear blog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i have people telling me to let go and some to hold on. However the problem is to do is so hard and not to do is also the same. If you are telling me to listen to my heart, it said to stay and hold on. Why no one truly understand how i feel?&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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Baby please say "When it all end, you will come back." It means a lot to me.&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/231440392553255568-5344024381766115688?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/5344024381766115688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=5344024381766115688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/5344024381766115688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/5344024381766115688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-just-cant.html' title='I just can&apos;t'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-6340995080064620244</id><published>2011-08-22T22:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T02:09:30.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>비탄에 잠긴</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Lately tears has been my new best friend. I don't know what am i suppose to do anymore. I have been treated so badly, real bad. I am really exhausted and i want to give up but my heart tell me otherwise. Why are things turning out this way? We were so good together in the past and nothing could come between us but why are things so different now?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him so much and this love is killing me slowly.&lt;br /&gt;Am i stupid or what!?&lt;br /&gt;Why am i still loving him dearly after being treated like a piece of shit!? I am angry super furious but i can't vent it on him. I just can't bring myself to do it. Everytime when i texted him, hardly he replied. When i asked him a question, he don't answer. Shouldn't i be hating him for this!? But why there is no single hatred in my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hurt but my heart feel deeply for him. It's like i could risk my life for him. I want to stop shedding tears for me but the moment he came into my mind, tears would fill in without me knowing.&lt;br /&gt;I miss him so much.&lt;br /&gt;If it were *boyfriend* he would not allow a single tears. He would comfort me telling me to be strong and no matter how bad the situation is, he will stick by like glue. He would not leave me alone. But now it's like a total stranger. I don't know him anymore. I want him back despite he has hurt me so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Dear god, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;every night i pray to you without fail. I ask you to let me meet Mr Right. And if he is the one, i beg you to return the love back to him and let him love me once again. Otherwise i beg you to take away my love. But why am i still feeling the same? In fact it grown even deeper while he is still treating me like nobody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;My patience is running super low. I beg you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/231440392553255568-6340995080064620244?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6340995080064620244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=6340995080064620244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/6340995080064620244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/6340995080064620244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='비탄에 잠긴'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-4156126410198021793</id><published>2011-03-20T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T23:55:02.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Status</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Things ain't getting any better but it is slowly healing me when i am sure it's not about any third party.&lt;br /&gt;I guess a short getaway with him is the only best situation for it to spark back.&lt;br /&gt;So i am bringing him for ATV activity as his birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;But where?&lt;br /&gt;Bintan or phuket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter how long it takes,&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for u.&lt;br /&gt;Cause i love you truckloads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Baby, let's save this together.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&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/231440392553255568-4156126410198021793?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4156126410198021793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=4156126410198021793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/4156126410198021793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/4156126410198021793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2011/03/status.html' title='Status'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-602763683857190705</id><published>2011-03-18T10:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T10:17:51.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sincere or Prententious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;or is that even exists?&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway as long as i understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently on medications and it stop me from crying. It's like my tears was blocked from coming out. I don't know whether the medicine that cause it on my tears has dry up. Despite that i can still feel my heart exploding every time i see your face. I can still feel my heart hurts each and every second. I totally lose my appetite and people thought i was on diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were back to being nice to me however i don't know if it's sincere or you were just pretending to be one due to my situation now. I always told myself why still be nice to me if you were going to leave me. I hope not though. Whatever it is it does soothe me in a way and i thank you for that. Trust me if i can get over with it i will willingly let you go if that's what you want which i don't even want it to happen and it is the last i want to do. Just so you know i have fallen deeply with you that i have no eyes for the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be mad and crazy but it's the truth. I am madly and crazily in love with you. If only you knew. Just stay the way you are baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For the rest of my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i'll be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i'll stay by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;honest and true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I thank Allah for sending me you.*&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/231440392553255568-602763683857190705?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/602763683857190705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=602763683857190705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/602763683857190705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/602763683857190705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2011/03/sincere-or-prententious.html' title='Sincere or Prententious.'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-4895949456754992892</id><published>2011-03-17T06:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T10:19:09.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinta Agung</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Cinta Agung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It hurt so much till i can feel every atom of my molecules is exploding. He meant so much to me. It felt like a knife just directly pierce through my heart when i heard his feeling. I have been crying every single night profusely. Tears just came flowing down my cheek as if as it was a waterfall. I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't i just bring myself to hate you!? Why is it you're giving up a four years relationship? When you used to tell me you did not gave up three years. Have you forgotten all the things you used to say to me? When i left you thinking you ain't the one, you proved to me you are. So why now all this have to happen? Are you telling me i am mistaken? I wasn't so deeply in love with you till i've seen how sincere your love was. And when i am head over heels in love with you, you're telling me you're drifting apart. I spend time with my friends thinking it might heal me but when i am alone it got the best of me. Even as my fingers are pressing on each letter on the keyboard my tears just kept going. Why baby!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone else it your life? You even deleted message i used to send you when it was there for some time. Do you really want to get rid of me. If i go away, will your love grow back? Or will you go to someone else?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so badly. I had to lie to people we were okay when actually we're not. You know how hurtful or painful it feel when you want to talk about something but you can't because they always thought we were the perfect couple and a role model?&lt;br /&gt;Do you!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sense you are avoiding me as much as you could. It's true you are, aren't you!?&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when you hung up on a phone call and you tries to check you texts, you like shove away like as if you are keeping something from me.&lt;br /&gt;Are you?&lt;br /&gt;Is there that's hurtful you are keeping from me?&lt;br /&gt;Please baby talk and tell me so we could improve on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you know how much i love you. How much i don't want to lose you. How painful it is to go through this period when things aren't working well for me with my family and YOU adding to it. I don't want to sound desperate but i can't lose you!&lt;br /&gt;Worst i can't tell you all this but to pen my thoughts down hoping you would read it. Because i know if i send text, you would not bother to read one long text from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like ending my life. Seriously! I feel like sleeping and not wake up because i just can't bear to see that can't be bother face of yours. It's just too painful to see.&lt;br /&gt;I love you but i want to be single!? What theory is that!?&lt;br /&gt;Depression! Yes i am! Because of what you said!?&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE OF YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ya allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jangan la engkau rampas kembali cinta yang engkau telah berikan pada dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku tidak sanggup kehilangannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kembalikanlah cinta yang telah engkau berikan padanya untuk diriku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku mohon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku rindukan dirinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Don't leave me baby.*&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/231440392553255568-4895949456754992892?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4895949456754992892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=4895949456754992892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/4895949456754992892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/4895949456754992892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2011/03/cinta-agung.html' title='Cinta Agung'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-5850046259584644954</id><published>2011-02-13T03:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T03:37:43.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Anniversary Disaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#FF6666;"&gt;It's 13th February 2011 and it was supposed to be yet another remarkable day for us. It's the day we turn 4 and i was supposed to feel happy about it. However, it was a disappointment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Haix.&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/231440392553255568-5850046259584644954?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/5850046259584644954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=5850046259584644954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/5850046259584644954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/5850046259584644954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2011/02/4th-anniversary-disaster.html' title='4th Anniversary Disaster'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-3837335204278030516</id><published>2010-08-27T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T00:08:04.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy ending wasn't meant for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/THfc7mAjmHI/AAAAAAAAAjM/69CRMNZIShg/s1600/Photo+on+2010-08-20+at+00.50+%234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/THfc7mAjmHI/AAAAAAAAAjM/69CRMNZIShg/s400/Photo+on+2010-08-20+at+00.50+%234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510115585484363890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since young i always love to watch hindi movies and my all time favorite fairy tale was cinderella. Like in all the movies i've watched, i always hope that i would have the same ending. I always dreamt that someday, someone will appear in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone that would make my heart beat fast every moment. Someone that would make me smile from ear to ear. Someone that would wipe away my tears whenever i cry. Someone that would just hold me in his arm when the world seem cruel. I even dream about it whenever i close my eyes. I would feel there's butteflies in my stomach whenever i saw him from far, whenever he whisper through my ears and whenever i could hear his breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought i have found the one. You were the one would make me feels all jittery. I just thought you were the one. You were the first on my mind whenever i open y eyes. You were the reason for every action i take. I thought you were my happy ending. Because till now, whenever i recalls all the good and bad times we have been through, i would just smile to myself. I thought our love was as strong as Shah Jahan love towards his wife. I thought i could make a love story out of our love. But i was wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For a moment i thought i have locked myself in your heart. For a moment i thought you treated me extra special compared to the other girls you have known. For a moment, i thought you loved me with all your heart. Every night and day i would just assure myself that you loved me and only me. I would just think about all the deeds you had did for me. But i know i was lying to myself. Somewhere in the little corner of your heart, i have slowly ceased but you deny it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was a fool ain't i? To actually believed those fairy tales and mushy scene in all the hindi movies could actually happens in my love life. I was totally stupid because till now i still hope those happy endings will still occurs. I realised how stupid i was to have return. I am a fool to let myself fall deeply in love with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been in love and i love with all my hearts. For him, i would sacrifice anything. I had love him without any compromise or terms and condition. I have love him unconditionally. Now, i just have to learn to let it go. I have to learn to start making this feeling fade away. I know it's gonna be hard. Very hard cause even right now i still love him that i feel my heart could burst anytime. But i have to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-3837335204278030516?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/3837335204278030516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=3837335204278030516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/3837335204278030516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/3837335204278030516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-ending-wasnt-meant-for-me.html' title='Happy ending wasn&apos;t meant for me.'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/THfc7mAjmHI/AAAAAAAAAjM/69CRMNZIShg/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-08-20+at+00.50+%234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-9085975622237756896</id><published>2010-06-29T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T23:35:59.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I Nuraida Suriyani officially declare that i am addicted to blogshopping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And i need help to stop all this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-9085975622237756896?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/9085975622237756896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=9085975622237756896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/9085975622237756896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/9085975622237756896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2010/06/i_29.html' title='I'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-6512419864436632409</id><published>2010-06-25T16:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T16:57:49.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping madness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/TCRquEVJ-4I/AAAAAAAAAi8/TBZy62t6TGA/s1600/IMGP0813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486627585713109890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/TCRquEVJ-4I/AAAAAAAAAi8/TBZy62t6TGA/s400/IMGP0813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mine birthday celebration was just simple. We went to catch toy story 3 at vivo gold class. Sucha a cute, humorous yet touching storyline. We met early in the morning at around 10. Settle some errands like settling all the bills. Then walked around the vivocity before entering a shop and bought myself 5 books of local novel. And guess what i'm done reading four of it. After that i bought myself a samsung camera. The dual if i'm not wrong. Right after movie, we settled down for some dessert before visiting the doctor then went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am suffering from insomnia lately. I can't sleep late a night and now i'm depending on sleeping pills however i'm trying to consume less as i don't want to get addicted to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That not what i want to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been going shopping almost every single day. Spending like nobody business. On the lighter note, at least i managed to get most of the things i desire. Here are all the stuffs i spent on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Blogshop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*5 loal novels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Samsung camera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*dinner at sakae sushi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*charles &amp;amp; keith bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*3 pieces of zara shirts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*necklace at diva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*dinner at swensen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*cosmetics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*77th street tank top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look! I must be crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i'm looking forward for friday to arrive. Will be visiting universal studios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*cross fingers*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway yesterday finally i met Rara after months of not seeing each other. Well we started of awkward perhaps because it's been quite sometime and we do have some past. But after dinner everything overturn. We really enjoyed ourselves playing arcade. Seriously enjoying so much. Till we forgot that it's already 10 minutes past 9. We then headed to buy mine stuffs before heading home via cab. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love raffs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When can we have a proper meet up nie!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grr..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-6512419864436632409?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6512419864436632409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=6512419864436632409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/6512419864436632409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/6512419864436632409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2010/06/shopping-madness.html' title='Shopping madness.'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/TCRquEVJ-4I/AAAAAAAAAi8/TBZy62t6TGA/s72-c/IMGP0813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-821091840015664901</id><published>2010-06-22T02:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T02:44:16.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rightfully 21.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/TB-vM8D0wnI/AAAAAAAAAi0/tfEOyFOPKPo/s1600/IMGP0842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/TB-vM8D0wnI/AAAAAAAAAi0/tfEOyFOPKPo/s400/IMGP0842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485295507976012402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seem like it was yesterday, in my secondary school uniform smoking discreetly and wishing that i was 18 back then.  In a blink of eyes i have turned 21 today. How time really flies. I feel like i'm old already. Now how i wish i was still in my teens. Anyway i can't run away from fate. It's not like i have any other choice. People grow old and eventually they died. So live with it Aida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initial plan was my family wants to throw a big party but then due to luck not in our favor, had to give it a skip. However, *boyfriend* bringing me out tomorrow so guess that's how i'll be celebrating mine 21st birthday. It worth spending your birthday with someone you fall head and heels with. So no regrets!&lt;br /&gt;And Mr Isk actually promised to treat me to Ben's and Jerry ice cream but no sign of him yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly i don't feel any special on this day. In fact i hate to turn 21. Not because i don't want to turn old but there's something. How i wish i could pour it out here but i know i musn't to save face for those who involved. All i can say people are eyeing on the blink2 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear *boyfriend*,&lt;br /&gt;please cheer me up tomorrow and make this day another unforgettable moment.&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;*Don't stop beating.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-821091840015664901?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/821091840015664901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=821091840015664901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/821091840015664901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/821091840015664901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2010/06/rightfully-21.html' title='Rightfully 21.'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/TB-vM8D0wnI/AAAAAAAAAi0/tfEOyFOPKPo/s72-c/IMGP0842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-4985937705757438418</id><published>2010-06-02T19:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T19:37:15.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me and you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Better to be love than to love.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what i thought previously but now it seem that i am the one who has turn head over heels in love with him. Please god don't make me lose him. I have lose him once and i wouldn't want to go through it again.&lt;br /&gt;*cross fingers*&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/231440392553255568-4985937705757438418?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4985937705757438418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=4985937705757438418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/4985937705757438418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/4985937705757438418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2010/06/me-and-you.html' title='me and you.'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-8187940697817600412</id><published>2010-06-01T02:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T02:53:51.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't even know,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My stomah was hurting so much and i was hoping for you to be somewhere waiting but you were nowhere in sight. I can't even breath normally because when i do, i can feel the pain piercing thru my stomach. Well i have not had anything since morning and that explained everything. I can't believe, i actually walked that much and on an empty stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears were falling freely every single seconds. I ignored people surrounding me. I don't bother making a fool out of myself. If i can't shout or let my anger out, the last option is to cry my heart out. We are drifting apart i must say. Not havin ample time is not the main issues. Still having the feeling was the cause of everything.&lt;br /&gt;So tell me do you? Still? You told me once but i can't remember what was it. Thus tell me once more so i know it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as i wanted you to be there badly, you were still indoor. Not blaming you but there is a feeling of a little disappointment. I am puzzled on what's happening now? Fate is playing tricks on me i guess. Or was it you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to talk to someone. To pour my heart out. To complain but there was no one. I don't want to even let them know whenever we had disagreement between us. They think of you highly and i want it to be just that way. But i an turning insane soon bottling everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now as much as i want you to rub on my tummy and making sure i am fine. You have already gone to your world. I really miss us back then so much. I really want to feel the warmt in your embrace. Cause right now everything seem to be fake or pretentious. I don't know what have been happening ehind my back. What have you been doing. All i know is that i love you.&lt;br /&gt;But do you love me as much as i do? That still left as a question mark in my head.&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/231440392553255568-8187940697817600412?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/8187940697817600412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=8187940697817600412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/8187940697817600412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/8187940697817600412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-even-know.html' title='I don&apos;t even know,'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-150429210914589770</id><published>2010-05-09T15:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T16:29:12.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to reality.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/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="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Thank god! Finally i'm back to the arts scene after so long. At the same time i have been out of shape and everyone has been talking about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Not to worry, soon enough i'll be in shape back. Just wait and see especially you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Abg Hamzah!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Hmpx.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I miss the dancers alot and meeting them indeed has healed it. I found out alot of things. I must say i missed out alot. Those two months i have been away, alot of things occurred. Not only that. I even feel awkward when i dance. I felt that i'm being left behind. Now it's time for to buck up and catch with them. I won't let this minor thing demoralise me instead this will even encourage me to go beyond my limits. I will achieve it before our next big performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Insya'allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Lately i have been spending alot of time with my gf like finally. She has been complaining how seldom we have been hanging out. Thus ever since my return, i have been going out with her most of the time. We hit the clubs, fill our stomach, walk down the streets and make everyone go woah together. Previously, our friendship was so fragile but now i know our sisterhood will last for eternity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Oh ya, yesterday i met a close friend of mine. My khaki gerek. And he promised me to date me out soon. perhap threesome with his girlfriend. Don't break your words ok isk. I'll be waiting loyally.&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/231440392553255568-150429210914589770?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/150429210914589770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=150429210914589770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/150429210914589770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/150429210914589770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to reality.'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-2915541166274075738</id><published>2010-05-05T09:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T09:20:25.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;are making me bored!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He's teaching me networking and when i thought i got the hang of it, he's making me all confused with the subnet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And now i am totally lost and staring in space..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Somebody rescue me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-2915541166274075738?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/2915541166274075738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=2915541166274075738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/2915541166274075738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/2915541166274075738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-teacher.html' title='My teacher'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-3531232913529467636</id><published>2010-04-30T03:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T03:49:05.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy than done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't know that planning &lt;em&gt;boyfriend&lt;/em&gt; birthday is not an easy task. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But me, aida, will never think of giving up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll make it happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come what may, i will overcome it with ease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 more days to abang's birthday and 12 more days to &lt;em&gt;boyfriend&lt;/em&gt;'s birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jia You!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;girls when are we meeting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It been already more than a month since we have not met and i have been holding on to F present for long already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So when?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures have been uploaded for the previous entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-3531232913529467636?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/3531232913529467636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=3531232913529467636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/3531232913529467636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/3531232913529467636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2010/04/easy-than-done.html' title='Easy than done.'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-2462680230243346320</id><published>2010-04-23T15:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T03:41:17.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Citizen</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463236970185728962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S9FRFDOzo8I/AAAAAAAAAhs/W9-6brVlWF4/s400/edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh my, look at how rusty my blog is. It's been ages since i last update right? Well before i start let me just warn you first that it's gonna be a very very and VERY long post. Sorry if i have start to bore you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foremost i'm gonna start with my BEIJING trip of course. I really had an awesome time no, way beyond awesome with the group of crazy and insane group of GCs apart from the lousy food. To name a few, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Douglas, Sheena, Yogi, Noraini &lt;/span&gt;and of course &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;He Jie. &lt;/span&gt;Actually it's more than that but if i were to mention all fo the names, it will be a long list. You guys know yourself.&lt;br /&gt;So what did we do there?&lt;br /&gt;I'll just say the highlight!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;1. Wang Fung Jin street.&lt;br /&gt;2.Great Wall of China.&lt;br /&gt;3.Culture Street.&lt;br /&gt;4.Beijing Zoo.&lt;br /&gt;5.Raddison Hotel room service.&lt;br /&gt;6.TEDA international school.&lt;br /&gt;7.Tai Chi exercise.&lt;br /&gt;8.Bullet Train!&lt;br /&gt;9.Silk Market!&lt;br /&gt;10. The extremely cold weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next day upon my arrival, i went Supperclub with my bf's brother and his peeps. At first i was ackward with them as i am the only real lady there while they...&lt;br /&gt;But after a while we were clicking. Drinking and hitting the dance floor. I was tipsy but they were taking good care of me. Great bunch of nice people i must say.&lt;br /&gt;It was da bomb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was GCs reunion chalet. Another yet most happening day. It was 3 days 2 nights chalet. First day, i was supposed to meet Noraini and Sheena at 1230pm to do some groceries shopping before checking in but being me as usual i was late. And i meant extremely late. By the time i reached the destination, they were done with the groceries. Soon after, Douglas and Jeremy picked us up and we headed to geylang to collect our Vegetarian Mee before proceeding to Aloha Loyang. Once we set our feet in the bungalow, the three ladies start preparing food for barbecue. Luck wasn't on our side and we have to skip the idea of barbecuing as it was raining heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus we kept the food for tomorrow and He Jie and the boys start barecuing the food. Me as usual help by eating those food. Last night of the chalet, Sheena, Noraini and myself went Cash Studio and sing our heart out. And of course photo taking. I'll upload it once i got it from either Noraini or Sheena. We really enjoy ourselves i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well overall it was realing an exciting journey for me enjoying my holiday with new friend made. School semester and i satisfied with my time table. No school on Friday! Best or what!I have new resolutions for this semester and isya'allah i can do it if i put my hgeart and soul into it.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;However, i have plenty of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;- Got to meet up with Raff!&lt;br /&gt;- Back to dance. Only-god-knows how much i miss dancing.&lt;br /&gt;- plan another outing with GC peeps.&lt;br /&gt;-Change my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;-Activate my plurk.&lt;br /&gt;-Edit photo and upload it.&lt;br /&gt;-Start using my twitter as it have been abandon for a year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465642552031508722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S9nc8V8Y-PI/AAAAAAAAAiU/XIsTFXld3e8/s400/killer5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465642668000435282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S9ndDF9iXFI/AAAAAAAAAic/G9CEuyNZUdA/s400/killer6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465642173987167426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S9ncmVnmHMI/AAAAAAAAAh8/NyyAozFXZh8/s400/killer2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465642055076558754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S9ncfapGN6I/AAAAAAAAAh0/07wuZ_DW7hY/s400/killer1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465642421679200706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S9nc0wV-mcI/AAAAAAAAAiM/_ozlu1fG-VE/s400/killer4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465642301680532610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S9nctxUEPII/AAAAAAAAAiE/JevUwGDEZRg/s400/killer3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wang Fung Jin Street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465642777990570722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S9ndJftOouI/AAAAAAAAAik/MvR7ePdqpsk/s400/killer7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-2462680230243346320?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/2462680230243346320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=2462680230243346320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/2462680230243346320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/2462680230243346320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2010/04/global-citizen.html' title='Global Citizen'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S9FRFDOzo8I/AAAAAAAAAhs/W9-6brVlWF4/s72-c/edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-8881948213573930260</id><published>2010-04-08T20:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T20:50:36.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homesick!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S73MBNSBW3I/AAAAAAAAAhk/NWOJ-m1QGK0/s1600/aida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S73MBNSBW3I/AAAAAAAAAhk/NWOJ-m1QGK0/s400/aida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457742644560092018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;China/Beijing has been awesome and i'll do a proper update about it soon. Right here, at this very moment i am missing what they called it "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hometown".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes! I miss my family. How ironic can i be? I used to tell the world, friends to be exact how much i hated my family. Mum especially. But yesterday, tears was flowing out and when i called my mum it became worst. I cried profusely. At that moment i soon realised i miss them and i love them. Afterall, they're mine blood and flesh. Their blood are running through my veins. I slept with teary eyes and a photo of them in my arm. I miss the arguments i had between mum and me. Those disagreement we had among us. Those jokes or nasty joke i had with the brothers. They have been such a loving brothers behind the scene, i you know what i mean. And i have exactly a week more to endure before i can set my eyes on them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This beijing trip has really open my eyes. Especially my heart and soul. I learn to treasure people surrounding me. I learnt to appreciate the family i have especially after making a trip to the orphanage home and old folks home. I am suprised to know that the elderly actually went there on their own accord and because they want to be there. It seem that their kids are too busy working till they have no quality time with the parents. I really pity them. I know how they feel and i can surely feel their pain. I won't make my parents fell the same in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Insya'allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Before i turn in for the day, i would like to wish a dearly lady happy 17th birthday. I know i'm way beyond time to wish you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thus, happy 17th birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FARAHDEE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hope you had such a wonderful and splendid celebration this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*hugs and kisses*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no matter how bad they have hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how cruel they are.&lt;br /&gt;They are still family and,&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THEM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I have break those wall.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/231440392553255568-8881948213573930260?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/8881948213573930260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=8881948213573930260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/8881948213573930260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/8881948213573930260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2010/04/homesick.html' title='Homesick!'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S73MBNSBW3I/AAAAAAAAAhk/NWOJ-m1QGK0/s72-c/aida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-7454361826263207949</id><published>2010-03-21T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T23:25:18.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbroken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am at the lowest point of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's it i guess. Things are not getting in my way. Whenever i plan something with him, something seem to get in the way. I wish i could do something to change it however i can do absolute nothing. I left with freaking 6 more days and i have yet to meet him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i plan to spent couple of days with me upon my return from China, he have to attend course. And just now, just as we were happily talking on the phone, an incoming call had to cut in. Great or what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And right now when i haven't finish my conversation on my msn, he went offline already. Just what is happening? You tell me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apart from that, mummy forbid me from going esplanade on saturday, the day i'm leaving. There goes my another chance to meet him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh fate, what game are you actually playing on me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-7454361826263207949?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/7454361826263207949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=7454361826263207949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/7454361826263207949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/7454361826263207949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2010/03/heartbroken.html' title='Heartbroken'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-6904887606745703021</id><published>2010-03-10T22:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T22:43:41.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear you,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Dear Mr Milkshake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;only god-know how many time have i been telling myself i misses you badly. It has been more than a week since i last lay my eyes on you. Not only that, we have been spending time lesser now. However, i am not blaming as i am fully understand that you have some other commitment. I am in no position to stop you or whatsoever. I am leaving in two weeks time and i really hope that i get to meet up with you and spend the last outing/dinner with you. I just want the night to fall at my feets once more. Hopefully you are willing to spend one more day with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-6904887606745703021?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6904887606745703021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=6904887606745703021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/6904887606745703021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/6904887606745703021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-you.html' title='Dear you,'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-1052460427961606254</id><published>2010-03-10T22:15:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T22:34:46.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take an overview of Beijing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S5er48Uyc2I/AAAAAAAAAhc/CJbeKI4NbB4/s1600-h/CP009B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Will be departing for Beijing on 28th of March at 0110. But have to reach there like at least 3 hours before but i think i will reach even more earlier to celebrate one of my classmate birthday. It's even more exciting when i am taking Singapore Airline. Well i know i don't have to boast about it but it's my first time taking SI flight you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The hotels i'm staying is even sexciting like F used the word to describe something beyond words. It's even equip with internet connection so i still can surf and update. Not only that, i wish to pamper myself with spa session during my free time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hotel that i will be staying in Beijing and Tianjin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447011112152725170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S5ervzt39rI/AAAAAAAAAhM/gYo4iBCHBDM/s400/CP009A1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447010697728506034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S5erXr3cOLI/AAAAAAAAAgk/4f-3Cb5Bpjw/s400/CHNTIANnewslide1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447011196614165010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S5er0uXDQhI/AAAAAAAAAhU/L3uffL53pVE/s400/CP009B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447011039372875250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S5errklzlfI/AAAAAAAAAhE/3PeD-FQl27s/s400/CHNTIANnewslide5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447010957019012962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S5ermxzHX2I/AAAAAAAAAg8/c0T1LnA5OOw/s400/CHNTIANnewslide4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447010882365035298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S5eribsOEyI/AAAAAAAAAg0/YN5SWaIy8oc/s400/CHNTIANnewslide3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447010790418431618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S5erdFKcPoI/AAAAAAAAAgs/uy636EyY_yI/s400/CHNTIANnewslide2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-1052460427961606254?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1052460427961606254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=1052460427961606254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/1052460427961606254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/1052460427961606254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2010/03/take-overview-of-beijing.html' title='Take an overview of Beijing.'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S5ervzt39rI/AAAAAAAAAhM/gYo4iBCHBDM/s72-c/CP009A1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-4177855235254824064</id><published>2010-03-09T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T00:04:09.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dipaksa dan Terpaksa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mengahwini seseorang yang belum tentu dicintai adalah sangat sukar dan hari-hari yang akan dilalui pasti belum tentu bahagia. Walaupun pernah bercinta dan terlanjur dengannya sekalipun, seandainya kasih sayang itu tidak ada pada dirinya bukankah itu memeritkan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Itulah yang terjadi kepada insan yang pernahku sayangi. Dia dipaksa mengahwini kekasihnya yang belum tentu dikasihinya. Dia yang selalu mematuhi ibunya terpaksa akur sahaja bila ibunya memutuskan untuk mengikat tali pernikahan antara mereka. Masalahnya bukan hanya di situ sahaja. Lagi rumit keadaannya bila seorang wanita yang mengaku dirinya sedang meghamili anak lelaki tersebut. Kecoh dibuat satu keluarga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*I give up saying it in malay! Susah bangat!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well i know it's none of my business but i am so furious to know the outcome. Let's just name the guy as Shawn, the two girls as Rainy and Desiree. So here's the outcome. Rainy is the girl that is carrying Shawn's baby while Desiree is the girl that her virginity was broken by Shawn. I am pretty sure most of you would say, it's only right if he tied the knot with Rainy however he's mum insisted that he shall hold responsibiltity towards Desiree instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wtf!!??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanna know why his mum take that decision?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shawn's mum hated Rainy badly. His mum claimed that her way of living is too socialize and the baby that she's carrying can belong to any other guys. I really pity her. Seriously. As Desiree, she was cheating behind Shawn's back all along and many people are not aware of it except Shawn. Knowing Shawn for many many years, i am taken aback by the situation. All i can say is, i'm suspicious of Desiree and i suspected that she might seek help by using black magic. They are getting marry this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All i can say may God Almighty forgive all the sins and bless their wedding. As for Rainy, hope she will stay strong especially for the baby. Oh i forgot, she decided to keep the baby and then undergo DNA to prove to shawn's mum that the child is Shawn's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-4177855235254824064?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4177855235254824064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=4177855235254824064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/4177855235254824064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/4177855235254824064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2010/03/dipaksa-dan-terpaksa.html' title='Dipaksa dan Terpaksa.'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-4039030647755205822</id><published>2010-03-07T22:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T00:16:13.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please know yourself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S5PCKHRy8lI/AAAAAAAAAgM/lbyf7VcchJs/s1600-h/IMGP0834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445909853429232210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S5PCKHRy8lI/AAAAAAAAAgM/lbyf7VcchJs/s400/IMGP0834.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*While looking at the pictures above, i swear i miss my long hair.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's gonna be another heavy entry as i have alot to type. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Foremost chingay event. It was indeed the grandest and full of excitement. We were supposed to be seated by 7pm but we ended up settling down an hour later. It started bad as i was about to enter the gate, one of the usher had to come up and said there was typo error and my seat had changed to blue sector instead of yellow sector. Wtf!! Is there any difference? We still get to watch the whole performance. I had to walk all the way till the end once again. Oh ya did i told i walked all the way from Marina Square to Singapore Flyer. I had to walk again from one end to another end when i thought finally i get to rest my feets. We settled down just in time and the event commenced. It was enjoyable and eye candy to me especially when it come to fireworks segment. However i was quite disappointed with the duration. It was the shortest compared to previous years. Once the chingay was over with, i met up with Mr. Milkshake and headed down to our usual hangout and watched Wicked Aura Batucada performance. The whole crowd were grooving and dancing to the beat, rythm and songs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It was wicked much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The very next day, i headed down to esplanade to support abg wan performance. One of WAB member. We never fail to attend to any of their performances unless it was out of town. And abg wan were really good and at one point despite the flaws he managed to overcome it. Kudos to him and all the best for his perfomance in Melbourne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As for me, my study trip to Beijing has been postponed to 28th of march instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sumpah, i really had alot to talk about but out of sudden my mind went blank. I had really a rough days recently. I do not wish to talk about it now as i am not in the mood. However i do have something to convey to one particular person. She may read it otherwise. I'm sure her sister will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have been keeping quiet and following your rythm whenever i am out with you or in the house with you. By doing so, you concluded that i am afraid of you. You have been going around and telling tales about me. I knew it for long but i do not wish to prolong the matter and so i close one eye. But that day, that particular day, you have gone beyond my limits. When both of them told me all the rumours you told them about me. I swallowed every single details willingly but i was holding my anger back. If you were there right in front of my eyes, i swear i will confront you. The best part was that you told you so-called adopted mum that you ever lay hands on me. So dear cousin when was that? All i can remember that you have never lay hands on me except when we were young, very very young. You were full of yourself not realising that you have make a fool out of yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Instead of settling the matter face to face, you texted me when i was on the way back to my crib. When i question why, you claimed that you are afraid you would beat me up. Well dear cousin, you may be bigger than me but your strength is no match than me. You said everything out and even said that i wouldn't lend you my property but i would lend your property. I don't wish to shame you but i think you deserved this. Please kindly take a look at yourself in the mirror. If you can fit in mine clothes, i will lend my clothes willingly to you. However, when you got hold of my clothes, you force yourself into it. Resulting when you return it to me, my clothes will either torn or being stretch out than it's original size.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;One more thing, listen here extra carefully. I don't have the time going round and telling people with who you hooked up. I'm least interested. I don't get anything in return. Instead you should be the one reflecting yourself and stop going round telling people stories that did not even took place or go on exagerating it. You started the "game" and you go round blaming it on us. Since now you want to severe our ties then be my guest. I don't even give a hook. I will return every single thing that belong to you. I won't look you up if i want to share some news. I won't even mention your name ever. I won't even attend your wedding. All i can say please do some soul - searching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't go on telling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how "good" you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause in the end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they will know your true colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*Its time to make a change.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-4039030647755205822?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4039030647755205822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=4039030647755205822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/4039030647755205822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/4039030647755205822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2010/03/outdated.html' title='Please know yourself.'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S5PCKHRy8lI/AAAAAAAAAgM/lbyf7VcchJs/s72-c/IMGP0834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-7660891546795136880</id><published>2010-02-16T02:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T02:24:58.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insecure/General issues.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Right now i am feeling insecure of myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Reason?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;I don't know myself but i think i found the purpose and strength to overcome it and i shall do it. I shall prove to them i can do it too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Just a general issues which doesn't concern any party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; Why have a blog when you set it to private? And go around telling people i don't want people to know about my life. Then you shouldn't have a created a blog. A blog is another source for us to pen down our daily encounter, experiences, feelings and ect.. But if you are saying that you set it to private because you don't want others to know about your life and such, instead you should have kept a diary where you write to yourself and no one will read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;A blog is an islandwide website where people from all over the world can read it.It a place where you pour all your heart out and at the same time  sharing your life experiences with people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;I used to set my blog to private but then when i thought to myself.   If i were to set it to private then i have defeated the purposes of sharing it with people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;So why private it if you have it? Once again it doesn't concern anyone however if any of you felt the blow then it's your freaking business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Till then i won't be blogging oftenly due to my exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&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/231440392553255568-7660891546795136880?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/7660891546795136880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=7660891546795136880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/7660891546795136880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/7660891546795136880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2010/02/insecure.html' title='Insecure/General issues.'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-319222494165098535</id><published>2010-02-14T21:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:00:10.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because you loved me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S3f8svtd1nI/AAAAAAAAAgE/T6B_jmImkT0/s1600-h/IMGP0841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438092920724772466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S3f8svtd1nI/AAAAAAAAAgE/T6B_jmImkT0/s400/IMGP0841.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Although it was just a simple but it was actually nice and sweet. No expensive trip nor gift. Had late night dinner at Popeye and then went sheesha-ing at arab st. However i am sorry that i had to hold on to my gift for you. You wouldn't mind neither don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Life have been difficult for us. There's alot that we had to go through. And i am just more than glad that you never ever give up on our love despite the fact that i have ever left you for another guy. I was just foolish. I admit i was wrong and i had my retribution but you always knew that i would come back to you and eventually i did. This time i won't walk away again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Insya'allah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This is the critical moment for me. Two more weeks i will be facing the most important days which will determine mine future. Since then i have been dating notes and books non-stop. I can't let myself down this time. I don't want to disappoint those who never stop giving up on me. I will make sure this time victory will be mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If God willing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;' Cause i am your lady&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you are my man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whenever you reach me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll do all that i can.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*I'll make sure that victory belong to me.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-319222494165098535?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/319222494165098535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=319222494165098535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/319222494165098535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/319222494165098535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2010/02/because-you-loved-me.html' title='Because you loved me.'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S3f8svtd1nI/AAAAAAAAAgE/T6B_jmImkT0/s72-c/IMGP0841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-4833620948484471891</id><published>2010-02-08T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:42:59.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Understand, no i don't!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dear you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Why must it always turn out this way when the big day is drawing near? It happen every year without fail. I don't wish to remember those bad days but you just had to remind me about it. I don't know how many times i told you not to wear it and today you just had to make me angry. I don't understand why you have to do it. You had to spoilt my mood and now i just don't feel like finishing that little suprise i had started. I am clueless. Does't it even mean anything to you now? Or it's just a small gift like any other gift you had received. I just hope all this will come to an end the very next day when i open my eyes. Thanks again for making me weep.&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/231440392553255568-4833620948484471891?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4833620948484471891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=4833620948484471891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/4833620948484471891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/4833620948484471891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2010/02/understand-no-i-dont.html' title='Understand, no i don&apos;t!'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-690277483721374</id><published>2010-02-05T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T22:02:14.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short notice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think my lecturer is insane telling us in such a short notice. I have to raise 500 bucks in five dyas which is utterly impossible.&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, i need a brand new camera before i leave for China. A cheap camera will also do. I won't want to be picky or choosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any solution and recommendations?&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/231440392553255568-690277483721374?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/690277483721374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=690277483721374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/690277483721374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/690277483721374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2010/02/short-notice.html' title='Short notice.'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-183551544290886420</id><published>2010-02-01T23:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T23:15:25.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S2b1oSxPUEI/AAAAAAAAAf0/oZ5VAzgkJ8o/s1600-h/Photo0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433300073051017282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S2b1oSxPUEI/AAAAAAAAAf0/oZ5VAzgkJ8o/s400/Photo0033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Will you be my someone special!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Remember how i pluck the couraged and whisper through your ear. Remember how shy i was and i was blushing away right after that. Remember how our love started to develop through the days. Remember the texts we exchanged while trying to express both our feelings but hide it away the moment i found out you were attached. Remember the first tears dropped while trying to let you go because i don't want to be the third party in your relationship. Remember how you convinced me that it was over between you guys when i refused to believe a single word. Remember the first time you held my hand and kissed me on my hair. Remember the first bear you give me on the *actual day*. Remember the first video you presented to me. Remember all those times?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I remember those days vividly. Reminiscing the past and would smiled to myself. I appreciated the past years being with you and i have the-above to thank for. I thank god for giving the second chance to salvage our relationship. Though it was hard at first but i'm glad we did it. I know your dad must be blessing us from wherever he is. I appreciate you for bearing with me back then when you knew i was still pondering bout the past with the ex and i thought i could never get over him. Now, all i could say i back in love with you. I don't care if people says you are not good-looking and such. So what if you are not good-looking. Look will just disappear in the matter of time. I can be myself whenever i'm with you. I can be at my best behaviour or even at my worst. You would still be right there beside me. Although the are certain threats out there, i'm gonna stick with like a super glue. You would just bear all the tantrum i throw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and for that i love you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-183551544290886420?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/183551544290886420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=183551544290886420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/183551544290886420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/183551544290886420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2010/02/will-you-be-my-someone-special-remember.html' title='I love you.'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S2b1oSxPUEI/AAAAAAAAAf0/oZ5VAzgkJ8o/s72-c/Photo0033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-478941125151257360</id><published>2010-01-24T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:18:24.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends my foot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S1xhNBUQKXI/AAAAAAAAAfs/a3tzk-MjQV8/s1600-h/02082009288.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430322127021549938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S1xhNBUQKXI/AAAAAAAAAfs/a3tzk-MjQV8/s400/02082009288.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Up and downs recently. School schedule has been superly hectic for me. I have been going home as late as 10 pm. Group work has been testing my patience. Group members has been so sucky. I mean when it comes to group work, you can truly see their true colours. And they have been so cocky by saying "i had to force her to do work otherwise she will be idling around". I'm suprised by the outcome. They have been talking behind my back or should i say in front of me in their own language as i am the only malay in the group. Well so-called friends here a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;middle finger&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to you. I understand every single word you said assholes. And asked yourself, if it weren't for me, we won't be handing in our assignment on time and in fact the first to do it. If i hadn't stayed up late solving all the problems one of our members created while you guys were having your beauty sleep, we would not have been given the green light to proceed. I have problem with time management!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fuck you!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you guys had cracked your brain and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;participated by throwing your ideas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;things would have been easier for me. Instead i was left alone solving it, drawing the diagram and stuff. Yeah you did help &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;LITERALLY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Some of you give me reasons, i have some other projects to do. Do you think i am super free then!? I have projects to do too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;For once, i thought to myself are you worthy to call friend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;On a lighter note, i went to esplanade and watched events. You guys were great. Absolutely mind-blowing. I won't be suprise if you guys made a name or even appears in the paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am sorry i didn't make it there. I am just happy for you guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jamal aka Mr. Milkshake twin was great too. I believe you will made it through. You had your break and i know you will make full use of it same goes to Mr. Milkshake. I will be behind all of you supporting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As for me, god-knows just how much i miss dancing. School schedule has been so hectic forbidding me to attend training. While i was happily training for the upcoming big event, i was hit by a big news. Frankly i don't know should i feel happy or otherwise. I thought i will be happy but as day goes by, i seem not to get excited when the date draw nearer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For now, i just hope things would get better and i'll be able to go through this semester peacefully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*cross finger*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am feeling much more better,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;especially with you around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*I just hope it will not come to an end.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-478941125151257360?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/478941125151257360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=478941125151257360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/478941125151257360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/478941125151257360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2010/01/friends-my-foot.html' title='Friends my foot!'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S1xhNBUQKXI/AAAAAAAAAfs/a3tzk-MjQV8/s72-c/02082009288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-5844191536745996926</id><published>2010-01-22T02:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T02:16:22.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight for this love</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much of anything can make you sick, even the good can be a curse. &lt;p align="center"&gt;Makes it hard to know which road to go down, knowing too much can get you hurt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Is it better? Is it worst?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Are we sitting in reverse?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's just like we're going backwards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I know where i want this to go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Driving fast but let's go slow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What i don't want do is crash, no!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-5844191536745996926?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/5844191536745996926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=5844191536745996926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/5844191536745996926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/5844191536745996926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2010/01/fight-for-this-love.html' title='Fight for this love'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-4965556374935977506</id><published>2010-01-18T16:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:26:40.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Overseas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am really happy, delighted, elated and whatever words in the dictionary that describe happy.&lt;br /&gt;It has been my dreams to study abroad whether is for short or for long.&lt;br /&gt;I have both good and bad news.&lt;br /&gt;I am still going abroad unfortunately its not Europe anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It has been change to China/Beijing.&lt;br /&gt;Will be leaving on the 6th of March.&lt;br /&gt;And i just found out it falls on the same day as my big performance.&lt;br /&gt;I have to choose either one thus i have to forget about performing.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure they will understand.&lt;br /&gt;My studies and future is my main priority.&lt;br /&gt;Girls, please make yourself free on the date i have told you ok.&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/231440392553255568-4965556374935977506?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4965556374935977506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=4965556374935977506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/4965556374935977506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/4965556374935977506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2010/01/study-overseas.html' title='Study Overseas.'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-8255924782538302316</id><published>2010-01-17T17:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T17:09:08.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am over you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S1LTmZduzlI/AAAAAAAAAfk/65PSnECYeEY/s1600-h/tumblr_kwathlErZ21qacllgo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424800086380476018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S0jC7843dnI/AAAAAAAAAfc/I1WVCJhTIQU/s400/dsc00209.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Nothing much lately, just got back from a short escape with big brother and families to esplanade and Mustaffa Centre. Anyway i know it's already late but i am still going to do it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well countdown was really a big letdown and a total disappointment. I went celebrated it with the girlfriends and Mr. Milkshake was there to but he had some performance to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Foremost, the place was flooded with indian and when i say indian i mean bangladesh. It really turns me off looking at their attitude. I was dancing away with the girlfriends and this morons tried to do some body contact. Finally i just sat down and watch the rest dance the night away. Remember about the news of a girl getting molested!? Well guess what i saw one of the guy. And he came with a philipine girl if i am not mistaken. They were acting damn intimately and i just feel like puking looking at how they behave. Apart from that, the price of the food and beverages was too much. A sandwich cost 10 bucks! And it's merely fill with chicken ham and cheese. Worst still, it's only 2 slices cut into four. More like a daylight robbery to me. A cup of drink cast 10 bucks too. The vendors must have earned alot of profits at the end of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To think on a lighter side, last wednesday i went to watch avatar 3D and wow. It was extremely awesome. It was already my second time. Then we decided to go sheesha-ing as we had nothing to do. We went to Al-Lazaat and the ambience is not really that fascinating compared to Al-Aladin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Soon after i was already getting bored when Ben sugested to play Tai Ti but it was no fun as Mr. Milkshake doesn't play cards and so Ben sugested to play Heart Attack instead. It was hilarious. Our table was the noisiest and the rest were looking at us. I then suggested to play donkey and it suprised me when they had no objection. Well they are police officers and they are way older than me and so i thought they would not play this kind of game. Bottomline is we were like small kids that day recalling each and every game that we used to play when we were youngs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You were there to light my days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you were there to guide me through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When my days are down and up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll never stop thinking of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*Boy, who know who you are.*&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/231440392553255568-1697199826556974251?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1697199826556974251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=1697199826556974251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/1697199826556974251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/1697199826556974251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-to-being-kid.html' title='Back to being a kid.'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/S0jC7843dnI/AAAAAAAAAfc/I1WVCJhTIQU/s72-c/dsc00209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-1386838554537771034</id><published>2010-01-05T15:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T15:48:25.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red-handed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was walking home when her phone suddenly rang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;She: Hello..&lt;br /&gt;A girl voice: Fucked me baby. Fucked me hard *insertname*. Fucked me like you never fucked anyone before.&lt;br /&gt;She: *look at the phone* and just continue hearing.&lt;br /&gt;Out of sudden it went quiet and the phone was hung up.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of hours later her phone beeps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boy: Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: C'mon bout just now i can explain. It's not what you think it is. It's a video that my friend sent to me.&lt;br /&gt;She: Save your breath. There's no need for you to make any explaination. Your game has just ended even before you have started it dude. Now i don't wish to hear from you anymore. And if you think i am heartbroken then you are absolutely mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/231440392553255568-1386838554537771034?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1386838554537771034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=1386838554537771034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/1386838554537771034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/1386838554537771034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2010/01/red-handed.html' title='Red-handed.'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-2517048108053769404</id><published>2009-12-31T14:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T15:28:53.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2009, welcome 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SzxFlVwIAQI/AAAAAAAAAfU/d7qLUQaZ5YM/s1600-h/HotBitch887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SzxFlVwIAQI/AAAAAAAAAfU/d7qLUQaZ5YM/s400/HotBitch887.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421284559243706626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Marah sampai lupa pula nak menerima tahun baru dengan tangan terbuka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So this is it huh? How time flies so fast!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It felt like it was only yesterday i woke up upon receiving texts from friends wishing Happy 2009. And now its already 31st and it's eve of new year. Just can't wait to celebrate countdown with my girlfriend for 7 years and still counting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2009 has bring me alot of up and down. Starting of the year we had photoshoot along with Songsang production casts and crews. Most importantly it brought me closer with the girls and i just couldn't love them more. After that was the auditions for Kolej 56 and the trip to Negri Sembilan. That was when an opportunity opened up for me thanks to {youknowyoursefl}. I thank you for all the guidance and such. I met wonderful people like Syirah, Saiful, Nadiah, Ain and lot more. It will take up alot of space if i mention all the names. I fell in love deeply madly and truly. I get to know his family members and i love them like my own and one day it tumbled down on the day he walked out on me. However thanks to new friends like Farah, Faiz and Su especially his sister Rara who where there during those times and bring laughter back in my life. Thanks alot lovelies. I love you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And now i am slowly leading my life back again with my girlfriends and MR. Milkshake who's always there for me. And i am going to put those bad nightmares behind me bringing happy moments together with me in 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;New resolutions!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yet to figure out. Will do so once the clock strive 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lastly Happy New Year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leading a new life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without you who use to make me believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;*You now i still care.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/231440392553255568-2517048108053769404?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/2517048108053769404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=2517048108053769404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/2517048108053769404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/2517048108053769404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye-2009-welcome-2010.html' title='Goodbye 2009, welcome 2010!'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SzxFlVwIAQI/AAAAAAAAAfU/d7qLUQaZ5YM/s72-c/HotBitch887.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-525653778486126435</id><published>2009-12-31T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:57:36.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How much do you really know me!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You claimed i always go back home late and used school as an excuse for me to have time with my friends outside!?&lt;br /&gt;Are you stupid or what!?&lt;br /&gt;Comparing my schedule with the school in front our place!?&lt;br /&gt;Since when i used school as an excuse huh?&lt;br /&gt;I always tell the truth nowadays. If i am outside with my friends i said i am with them and if i said i am in school, i jolly well am in school.&lt;br /&gt;Stop saying you guys are not stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Of course you guys are not stupid otherwise you won't be fucking around and producing babies idiot!&lt;br /&gt;And i really had to stay in school as late as 10 pm because firstly its a group work and secondly we don't have the software at home.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, kalau ikutkan hati da lama aku nak lari diri dari rumah and aku boleh malukan korang dalam sekelip mata sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;But i choose not too cause i still have that little respect for the both of you.&lt;br /&gt;And please tell that husband of yours, stop intruding into my affairs because he will never ever replace  MY FATHER place.&lt;br /&gt;GET IT!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, you always tell your friends that i always side my dad who used to be your husband. Yes i always did and will always be on his side. You know why mummy!? Although we hardly see each other, although you called him a timid and such, he know me best! He knows what i wants and he is always there to give me encouraging word.&lt;br /&gt;How about you!? Have you ever said you are proud of me!? Bring me up when i am down!? Hug me and kiss me on my forehead!? Have you!?&lt;br /&gt;Hell no!!&lt;br /&gt;I think i have decided to stay with bibik ina if this continues and when it happen i won't want to wish to even come back.&lt;br /&gt;Period!&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/231440392553255568-525653778486126435?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/525653778486126435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=525653778486126435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/525653778486126435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/525653778486126435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-much-do-you-really-know-me.html' title='How much do you really know me!?'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-6110559665635183922</id><published>2009-12-29T01:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T02:11:08.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who the hell you think you are!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I jolly well know friends come and go. So save that same old saying because you have no idea. You make friends for keep, no matter what it takes to make the friendship going.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am not gonna talk about age cause sometime the older seek advice from the younger ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont know if i should even say this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You may read it or not but i don't freaking care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of you, he is lying unmotionly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You gave him all the hopes and it came tumbling down when he saw you with another guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You left him just like that without any goodbyes or reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ignoring him and such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more texts from you even just a simple hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when he text you, he don't freaking received any reply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so he chose to stop hoping and texting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And out of sudden you appeared from nowhere and telling him off saying he's change!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saying you are concern?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey, where are your concern for the past months then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And oh no girl, don't say we have no idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause been there and freaking FELT that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been in ite and tell me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how many of them can you really call friends or friends for keep like you say!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How many can you trust!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only a fucking handful of them bitch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh just wait you have not been in ite don't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So you don't know how it feel like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So don't talk about it ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just don't let me see you cause it just irks me. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-6110559665635183922?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6110559665635183922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=6110559665635183922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/6110559665635183922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/6110559665635183922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/12/who-hell-you-think-you-are.html' title='Who the hell you think you are!?'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-5309065906246400866</id><published>2009-12-29T00:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T01:47:46.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Showdown!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SzjgwInV07I/AAAAAAAAAfM/MTn5avoh09c/s1600-h/05122009032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420329269091226546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SzjgwInV07I/AAAAAAAAAfM/MTn5avoh09c/s400/05122009032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My weekends were spent splendidly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On christmas i made my way down to O'learys and indulged myself with their delicious feasts while enjoying kak ana's live band. She's just gorgeous and she had such a great voice despite her bloating tummy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Straight after that i walked to DXO since its not that far and what else partied all night. Moving my feets off at the dance floor. Its been such a very very long time since i club. It really sweeps my messing minds off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And of course met new fantastic peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I went indoor stadium last sunday to catch the final showdown between Sezairi and Slyvia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Trust me it was crazy. Crazy as it can be. Sezairi was looking good and cute while Slyvia was simply hot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Taufik was really hot hot hot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just can't figured out who's gonna be crowned the winner simply because both of them were superb. I can't deny though that i was hoping so much for Sezairi to be the next idol and BOOMZ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i was right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was shouting my lungs out when the annoucement was made.&lt;br /&gt;Malay guys third in a rows. Wow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Singapore idol should change to "Idola Singapura!" instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And now i'm begging Mr. Milkshake to bring me to meet Sezairi as he happen to know one of his band member who i have met couples of time but never once talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Insya'allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not forgetting Charice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All this while i have been watching her on youtube and i get to see her live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's only seventeen and she have such a big voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh my, she really blown me away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Troubled times,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;caught between confusion and pain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Distant eyes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;promises we made were in vain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*Miss you love.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-5309065906246400866?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/5309065906246400866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=5309065906246400866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/5309065906246400866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/5309065906246400866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/12/final-showdown.html' title='Final Showdown!'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SzjgwInV07I/AAAAAAAAAfM/MTn5avoh09c/s72-c/05122009032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-6836761372019564936</id><published>2009-12-25T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T01:05:41.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Idol Finals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Row 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seats 13, 14, 15 and 16!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-6836761372019564936?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6836761372019564936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=6836761372019564936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/6836761372019564936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/6836761372019564936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/12/singapore-idol-finals.html' title='Singapore Idol Finals'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-5689956412754048344</id><published>2009-12-24T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T23:34:05.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Once again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just came back from Christmas eve party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Party all night tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday indoor stadium to catch Singapore Idol Final with the happening people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now the lil one is here thus busy entertaining all her swings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cant't be happier than this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Proper update will be done asap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lastly, to all Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-5689956412754048344?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/5689956412754048344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=5689956412754048344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/5689956412754048344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/5689956412754048344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-once-again.html' title='Happy Once again.'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-4553169245644382486</id><published>2009-12-18T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T00:03:49.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than what you made of me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I follow the voice you think you gave to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-4553169245644382486?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4553169245644382486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=4553169245644382486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/4553169245644382486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/4553169245644382486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-more-than-what-you-made-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-1133838922047662348</id><published>2009-12-17T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T00:00:50.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>listen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SypL5W0IXrI/AAAAAAAAAe8/n9cvlz0jT0o/s1600-h/05122009036.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416224950615301810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SypL5W0IXrI/AAAAAAAAAe8/n9cvlz0jT0o/s400/05122009036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Long hiatus huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well what can i say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have been having alot of fun lately with {youknowyourself}.Until i could foresee history is repeating itself. I just don't understand! Must all good thing come to an end!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;First it was Aidil who broke my heart into million pieces and now is it gonna be you!? Again for the same reason i left? Just tell me, is this just another revenge or retribution?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just fuck off ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You just have to try a lil bit better than that to prove it to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am not that fragile girl anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh ya, middleman just don't work here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway tomorrow is the results for all N level. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All the best for all N level takers especially to my dearest cousin, ita and not forgetting rara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't forget to text me when you receive your results ok. I know you guys did your best and can do it! GABATTE KUDASAI!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Korang yang nak amek aku yang nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Saturday i might return back to training after so long. Not only that, but to collect K56 allowance. Like finally after months. So i hope no more grievances about the casts after these. I don't really care about the money actually but more to the friendship that we have made unfortunately it was only for a temporary. I don't feel it anymore. And money issues was the root of it i must say. Firstly, we all know that its a non-profit organisations afterall thus why all this must happen? At the end of the day what do we gained other then hatred among each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I seriously don't know and wish to stay out of this. I did what i had to do and got my share. That's all matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now i'm done believing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You don't now what i'm feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*You should have listen.*&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/231440392553255568-1133838922047662348?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1133838922047662348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=1133838922047662348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/1133838922047662348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/1133838922047662348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/12/listen.html' title='listen!'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SypL5W0IXrI/AAAAAAAAAe8/n9cvlz0jT0o/s72-c/05122009036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-3616686171344369274</id><published>2009-12-08T23:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T23:58:05.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AIDA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/Sx5zGM5QUnI/AAAAAAAAAe0/OGKGG3uMg6w/s1600-h/dsc00238.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412890352523694706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/Sx5zGM5QUnI/AAAAAAAAAe0/OGKGG3uMg6w/s400/dsc00238.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sumpah aida malas nk blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Too many things happened for the past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Being emotional has got on me. I don't know why. I am not heartbroken or what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nonetheless, i'll just update a bit about what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last weekend i went to Indonesia to attend a relative function. It was an unforgettable event i must say. Some of you may know what had happenned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Grinning* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My uncle suprised me by invited me on stage to sing a song for them. I was damn shy and nervous la seh. Beside that it's live band and there is no plasma tv for you to look at the lyrics. Most challenging was they only know a handful of songs out from their genre thus i sand "BETE". A song which most of us mistook it as "PEPEK" and i know the lyrics well. We dance in the rain and really enjoyed ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A song were dedicated to me tittled dilema cinta. It was sung by Randi also known as Charlie a guy from the band. He even dedicated "CARI JODOH" to my mum. WTH!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And one of the guy from the band walked up to me and told me he had a crush on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What the hell!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He's only sixteen for goodness sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pictures can be found in my multiply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My name is aida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I live on the fifth floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I live upstairs from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes i think you have seen me before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*Because of you.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-3616686171344369274?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/3616686171344369274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=3616686171344369274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/3616686171344369274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/3616686171344369274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/12/aida.html' title='AIDA!'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/Sx5zGM5QUnI/AAAAAAAAAe0/OGKGG3uMg6w/s72-c/dsc00238.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-7581462461603165439</id><published>2009-12-03T00:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T23:58:30.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SxaWJ7GrMNI/AAAAAAAAAes/2PRSS1jHzgA/s1600-h/dsc00261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410677099560906962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SxaWJ7GrMNI/AAAAAAAAAes/2PRSS1jHzgA/s400/dsc00261.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well well well so this is it. The big day is drawing near. Its coming in 4 more days. I have not really been dating my books. It was on on and off basis. I guess its time for me to knock myself against the wall and pull my socks up to pull this through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway i went to watch three different movies on last friday and today. I watched Ninja Assasins and Paranormal activity on friday. Ninja assasins was alright i would say. Not really to my expectation. Straight after that cabbed down to Tampines mall to watch Paranormal Activity and hell! Being a timid, it scared the wits out of me. I was like closing my eyes most of the time and i was breathing hard catching every single of my breath. I even couldn't sleep a wink at night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And today i went to catch Raging Phoenix. This is a must watch movie for actions lover. I would rate it 8 out of 10 and i would not mind watching it again and again. Even while watching it, i told myself to buy the DVD if its out. I'm gonna get that. After that i rush back to watch Singapore Idol. It has been weeks i have not been watching it and this time round i must watch it. My heart was thumping fast when Gurmit was announcing who's going to the next round especially knowing that Sezairi was in the bottom two. Luckily he made it through. Furthermore i find him the next Taufik like seriously la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On the other hand, i don't when am i going to pass my license as i want it badly. Hopefully to get it by end of next year. So i can travel conveniently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Cross finger*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Going to take my next attempt on the 22nd, third attempt to be precise. I am jealous of abang cause he is way ahead of me. Taking his practical and waiting for his TP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Geram la sangat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thinking on the brighter side. I am going to Europe for overseas study trip like finally. Thanks to F and daddy advice. Leaving next year and hopefully by then i could raise 3K for the expenses. Daddy told me not to worry about the cost as he will bear it totally. I have been giving France and Germany a miss back then due to some personal reasons. Once in a lifetime opportunity huh? But its already thrice for me and i guess this is gonna be my last call. Hopes i won't change my mind again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Take it or leave it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Going to be in one of the university in Frankfurt. My oh my, i can't wait and at the same i am scare because i am scare to be alone. A lot of things is running through my head like who is going to be my roommate, what kind of people am i going to meet and such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Love is blind, as far as the eyes can see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Deep and meaningless, words to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*Everything is back to square one. Tell me what am i suppose to do.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-7581462461603165439?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/7581462461603165439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=7581462461603165439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/7581462461603165439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/7581462461603165439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-much.html' title='Too much'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SxaWJ7GrMNI/AAAAAAAAAes/2PRSS1jHzgA/s72-c/dsc00261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-6432677307816553890</id><published>2009-11-30T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T10:17:16.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let love lead the way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me laughs,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Part of me cries. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Part of me wants to question why.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Why is there joy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and why is there pain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Why is there sunshine and the rain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One day you are here,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Next you are gone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No matter what we must go on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just keep the faith.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-6432677307816553890?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6432677307816553890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=6432677307816553890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/6432677307816553890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/6432677307816553890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/11/why.html' title='Let love lead the way.'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-8610595179124822488</id><published>2009-11-25T15:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:32:17.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun-Fab-Awe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SwzjHIUCQyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ffE6Hw2VgKg/s1600/10519_157525048903_529893903_2528195_1234630_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SwzjHIUCQyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ffE6Hw2VgKg/s400/10519_157525048903_529893903_2528195_1234630_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407946964195230498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Currently in school library waiting for Faizal to either call or text. Will be meeting him just to hang around and catch up with each other.  He wanted me to go to his school all the way at clementi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wth! I'm at Tampines for goodness sake and i don't want to travel all the way there. So in the end he said he will decide and i have to wait for his calls. However, hoping for him to say let's meet up at ang mo kio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*cross fingers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway i went for the leadership camp during the weekends and did i tell you it was awesome!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Despite the turn out for the camp was rather pathetic. Well on the brighter side, i really enjoyed it although we were being "torture" and i am still recovering from the ache and muscle cramps. Thanks la ehk facis for the "great workout".! I enjoyed most battling it out with Nad and Anis. although Taufik moves was insane and hilarious. We attracted the others attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SwzqwZMynWI/AAAAAAAAAec/ErB2LV_sGhQ/s1600/DSC00313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SwzqwZMynWI/AAAAAAAAAec/ErB2LV_sGhQ/s400/DSC00313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407955369684278626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BSB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/Swzq17dyHMI/AAAAAAAAAek/qArCEi0G24o/s1600/DSC00314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/Swzq17dyHMI/AAAAAAAAAek/qArCEi0G24o/s400/DSC00314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407955464781700290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Spice girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Baik arh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I had a fabulous time at wild wild wet however i thought i could overcome my fears of height. Eventually the attemp was wasted. I stopped halfway the stairs leaving Faiz alone for the "Samsung Slide"  was it. I'm sorry Faiz. Insya'allah ok i will try. Bottom line is i had the greatest times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SwzqhEqJmKI/AAAAAAAAAeU/vcfdT3lVuco/s1600/N97+mini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SwzqhEqJmKI/AAAAAAAAAeU/vcfdT3lVuco/s400/N97+mini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407955106472237218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My oh my! I changed my phone again for god-knows how many times. I change to N97 mini Raoul limited edition. I am loving it dearly. Taking care of it as it worth my life. And this time round, i MUST make sure this phone last me for the entire 2 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku menunggumu,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di tempat biasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuharap kau datang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jangan terlambat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-____-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Remember those times.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/231440392553255568-8610595179124822488?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/8610595179124822488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=8610595179124822488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/8610595179124822488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/8610595179124822488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/11/fun-fab-awe.html' title='Fun-Fab-Awe'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SwzjHIUCQyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ffE6Hw2VgKg/s72-c/10519_157525048903_529893903_2528195_1234630_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-4451858560097147226</id><published>2009-11-21T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T01:14:02.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SwbJ6SuNp6I/AAAAAAAAAd8/qxHOtut5Ezs/s1600/Photo0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406230406000125858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SwbJ6SuNp6I/AAAAAAAAAd8/qxHOtut5Ezs/s400/Photo0009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Finally things are back to square one where there is only five of us in the family. The lil one has left us. Her parent took her away in the afternoon. Now it was her turn to leave me forever. Why all good things must come to an end? It sucks even more when i don't even get to kiss her goodbye. I shouldn't have ignored the calls just now. It must be her calling me. She took away everything that belong to her leaving nothing behind as a token to remind her. I am feeling alone right now. She took "our" pictures with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Life will get so dull now without her in my life. No one to wipe away my tears when i cry. No one to cheer me up when i am down. This house will be as good as house of the dead. No more laughter will be heard. No more sight of her shouting my name the moment i came back from somewhere. No more hearing her voice pestering to either bring her out or buy her, her favourite toys. I am missing her so much right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;However i was glad she spent the whole night with me. Although it was only for couple of hours but every moment spent was priceless. She put her body next to mine and we cuddled each other. We drew pictures together. I played along with her childish game. It was worthwhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you know something wasn't right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just don't ask me how i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;*If it's wrong to love you.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-4451858560097147226?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4451858560097147226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=4451858560097147226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/4451858560097147226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/4451858560097147226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/11/left.html' title='Left!'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SwbJ6SuNp6I/AAAAAAAAAd8/qxHOtut5Ezs/s72-c/Photo0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-2165532747466946060</id><published>2009-11-18T01:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T01:31:08.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He said i am a bad liar.&lt;br /&gt;He said look at yourself, what a person you are.&lt;br /&gt;He said fuck you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But hey look at youself!&lt;br /&gt;So much for saying "i will try so much to forget the past".&lt;br /&gt;She already did but did you boy!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-2165532747466946060?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/2165532747466946060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=2165532747466946060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/2165532747466946060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/2165532747466946060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-said-i-am-bad-liar.html' title='So much for...'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-8552694793317327944</id><published>2009-11-17T22:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T01:35:52.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine of my life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SwK6RlOgJhI/AAAAAAAAAd0/2chpbP_679A/s1600/IMG-5383.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405087314011498002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SwK6RlOgJhI/AAAAAAAAAd0/2chpbP_679A/s400/IMG-5383.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; And so yesterday i met up with the lovelies again and finally, this time with F around. Unfortunately suu can't make it perhap she have some other errands. We headed down to Marina Square and waited for Faiz at MacD. We saw Abg Hamzah at the corner and i decided to just come up to him and say hi. He updated me about something but let just not elaborate about it. All i can say is i don't wish to get involve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We had our dinner and as usual laughter was around us. Seriously it was so kecohrable! We took "photo" and photo. You guys know what i mean by "photo". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Faiz you are cute sometime especially the bello-ness side of you. After sometime Rara suggested to go esplanade and so off we went leaving Abg and rest behind. Furthermore it was supposed to be "our" outing. We bought ourselves cup corn except for F. And please i still think that "soup" as Faiz called it, is so oily and greasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dear RAFFS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i am glad that i met you guys in this journey of my life. I have alot of friends but not all were as true as you guys. Although the friendship has just build up but i know deep down it will never stop here and will last for as long as we have each other. I enjoyed every moment spent. Whenever i'm with you guys, it seem like all trouble has been wash away and cruelty was never mine. And so promise me that this friendship will never end and we will be there for each other through thick and thin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nevertheless ily!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;===================================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SwK5wVF2xQI/AAAAAAAAAds/SdEAYcRTfyk/s1600/shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 346px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405086742744581378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SwK5wVF2xQI/AAAAAAAAAds/SdEAYcRTfyk/s400/shoe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As a handful of you guys has been asking and wondering what kind of shoes i bought that$310? So above is a picture of it or you can go google it. Its Supra Brand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyway did i told you guys that my hair is short and it's in red!? I'm totally in love with it despite people telling me that i look more chubbier. In fact that's what make me, me! On top of that i have change my number so assholes, you can get through me no more. No more prank calls from you losers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This friday is officially the lil one last day. Her parents are taking her back and i am so gonna miss her. I hope her parent will change her mind and let her live with us again for another year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*cross fingers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even though its a new chapter,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometime i found myself sitting in a corner,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;crying my heart out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*Boy, its either for you or him.*&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/231440392553255568-8552694793317327944?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/8552694793317327944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=8552694793317327944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/8552694793317327944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/8552694793317327944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunshine-of-my-life.html' title='Sunshine of my life!'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SwK6RlOgJhI/AAAAAAAAAd0/2chpbP_679A/s72-c/IMG-5383.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-5576385458361942034</id><published>2009-11-11T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T00:53:50.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is fine now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SvmVgQzuCjI/AAAAAAAAAdc/CZ1lZEzOQAM/s1600-h/aida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SvmVgQzuCjI/AAAAAAAAAdc/CZ1lZEzOQAM/s400/aida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402513609507867186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm down with bad sickness due to tiredness i guess. The medicines is definitely not doing any good. Instead i felt worst. On top of that, i have menses cramp to add in the misery. Fuck! I am so famish but no appetite to eat. I have been resting all day long. I hope i will get better tomorrow. I can't always miss lesson in fact i can't afford to miss any lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Anyway last friday i bought myself an entertainment gadget. I bought DS Lite. And i love it even more because its in PINK! Saturday and Sunday went out with Mr. Milkshake and do a little shopping. No! Not a lil but alot!! I bought alot of stuffs and it cost me close to four digits number. I bought shoes at Supra which cost me three digits number. It caught my eyes the moment i stepped into the shop. Mum nagged at me non - stop when she found out. Well just turn deaf ear. And now i can't wait for sixteenth to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;===================================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am glad that you still choose to wait on me. We had a big misunderstanding between us back then. We chose to reconcile and give each other the last chance.  And now things are getting all hype up i must say. You know me best than anyone else. You are my greatest man, friend, brother and family. Please don't let it come to an end. I am not going to promise anything because deep down you know i am still trying. However, i will try to my best ability to make it work. I am gonna be the same girl you met. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Seeing but not perceiving,&lt;br /&gt;hearing but not listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;*Let's do this!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-5576385458361942034?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/5576385458361942034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=5576385458361942034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/5576385458361942034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/5576385458361942034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/11/everything-is-fine-now.html' title='Everything is fine now!'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SvmVgQzuCjI/AAAAAAAAAdc/CZ1lZEzOQAM/s72-c/aida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-1486861912338268743</id><published>2009-11-09T19:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T09:30:14.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You made me laugh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She: Its real chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;He:How you know?&lt;br /&gt;She:Because its tasteless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-1486861912338268743?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1486861912338268743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=1486861912338268743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/1486861912338268743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/1486861912338268743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-made-me-laugh.html' title='You made me laugh.'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-5443100554448298066</id><published>2009-11-02T19:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T00:14:13.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A whole new chapter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/Su7B9HWcHjI/AAAAAAAAAdU/v-6sCnTT7Pc/s1600-h/01112009239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399466258953150002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/Su7B9HWcHjI/AAAAAAAAAdU/v-6sCnTT7Pc/s400/01112009239.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;Once again i went out with the lovelies to RP. This time Faiz tagged along. Well the production start later than the stated time. It was forgiven because the production was entertaining and hilarious at certain point. However i find that the storyline was kind of the same as our production few months backs. Nevertheless i still enjoyed it. Right after that we settled down at civic mac to have our so-called late dinner. That's where all the fun started. We were the noisiest, laughing, disturbing and took our turns to irritate Faiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;Hahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;No offence ehk Faiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;Next outing is on the sixteenth babes and a dude! I can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;I watched MJ This Is It on the 30th. I went with Mr. Milkshake. It was great featuring all his hits song like Thriller, Man in the Mirror, I'll be there, Human Nature, They Don't Really Care About Us and many more. Eventhough MJ is no longer on earth, his presence was felt when we were watching the documentary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;LONG LIVE THE KING OF POP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;GODBLESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;I didn't attend school today as my eye have some allergies going on thus i decided to take a mc. Mr. Milkshake was sweet enough to accompany me. (like always)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;:-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;The waiting time was freaking long. Imagined, i actually managed to have my breakfast at LJS and came back to the clinic but still, my number was not being called yet. I was fuming mad. My eyes has been irritating me and yet the damn fcuking doctor is taking her fcuking sweet time. Soon after, we went to catch a movie at a nearby cinema. We watched Jennifer's Body and MEGAN FOX was freaking hot hot hot! WEEEEWEEET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;{This was written by Mr. Milkshake himself.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;*roll eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Because of everything you share,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Because of the promises you've made,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Because of your undying love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt;*Boy, i have decided to give ourselves another chance. The last chance!* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;em&gt;====================================================================&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My heart broke into pieces previously but family, friends and loved ones has been putting it back together again slowly. Their genuine care and concern moved me and it was like a wake up call for me. With that i have decided to put the past behind me and move on with life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thinking about him every now and then really kills me. My life has been miserable. All this while memories of him has been living in me and that's what keep me going. However, now it's time for me to let it go slowly. Loving him doesn't mean i have to end up being with him right? It content me knowing that he is happy with his life now. Somehow i thank him for creating sweet memories while we were together. Yes i have lose him and his love but it was a blessing in disguise. I have lose one but i received plenty in return. Thus, for that, i thank him. Nevertheless there is still something that i want back badly. Something that contain my future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks Rara, Suu, Faiz and F for being there with me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You have move on and so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;i'll leave you alone now wishing you all the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt;*Boy, once i told you. you may not be the first but you're the last.* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-5443100554448298066?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/5443100554448298066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=5443100554448298066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/5443100554448298066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/5443100554448298066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/11/whole-new-chapter.html' title='A whole new chapter.'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/Su7B9HWcHjI/AAAAAAAAAdU/v-6sCnTT7Pc/s72-c/01112009239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-4438466168456457364</id><published>2009-10-29T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:03:37.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Seriously everything have to put a stop now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Right here, right now before i turn insane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-4438466168456457364?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4438466168456457364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=4438466168456457364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/4438466168456457364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/4438466168456457364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/10/stop-now.html' title='Stop now!'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-6821862626403520107</id><published>2009-10-28T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T01:25:37.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfaithfully Yours!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/Suhqk0Tf2XI/AAAAAAAAAdM/EEazXhf9y4s/s1600-h/DSC00199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397681334151797106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/Suhqk0Tf2XI/AAAAAAAAAdM/EEazXhf9y4s/s400/DSC00199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have been going out to places. I just came back from town two hours ago. I went to take a ride on the Singapore Flyer with the lil one, bro, mum and uncle. It was my second ride thus nothing much to elaborate on it. Right after that we filled our stomach with popeye's meal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yesterday i went out with Anis and two other guy friends. We went to watch Project X at esplanade. Project X nailed it! It was a blast and double awesome. The dance, band and breakdancing esp bbox. Did i said it correctly? Oh whatever it is, we really enjoyed ourselves beside one of the dancer is freaking cute! Right Anis? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We were shouting and clapping like nobody business. We were enjoying so much till we forgot that we had two more friends with us. They were sitting quietly while me and Anis were like mad woman. At the end of the show, we were given the priviledged to meet and greet them personally unfortunately we give it a missed due to time constraint. Macam paham aida! Ok ok i just hate waiting. We made our way to Marina Square and settled down at Starbucks. We quenched our thirst and slacked for awhile before heading home. On the way home, i stopped at HMV and bought MJ Tees. I'm so in love with it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thanks Anis for reminding me about Project X if not i wouldn't get the chance to set my eyes on that cute dancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So now i can't wait for sunday to come as i'm meeting the lovelies once again. We're gonna catch a Malay Production at RP. Faiz is tagging along so double the fun-ness! However, i'm going to Huda's engagement before that. I still can't believe nevertheless i am happy for you. I'm glad you found your Mr Right! May god bless your relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;====================================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She cut her wrist and blood were gushing out. It was indeed deep and painful but it was nothing compared to the pain in her heart. She felt that it was time for her and she had once again failed in battling. Just as she wanted to close her eyes, her phone vibrated. It was a call from someone and she knew she had to meet him and so she put wiped the blood away, bandanged it and put on her jacket. They were talking seriously. He had found out the truth and was badly hurt. She knew she can't denied it anymore. She was indeed using him to make her forget someone. She can lie to the whole world but not to herself. Yet again, she burst into tears. She hate herself so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He never gave up on her even when he knew she had move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He was always there when she was down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He would bring her to the clinic whenever she was sick without caring about the time and cost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He would buy her food knowing she would skipped meals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He brought her to her favourite places or shopping knowing it would cheer her up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She had lost interest in all that! She tried so hard to forget but she just can't seem to do it. Despite what you done, she still can't bring herself to do it. He is a great friend but to go beyond that.... She just can't and she feel so sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dear{youknowyourself},&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Please don't press me further. I don't have any answers to your question. All i can say is i'm truly sorry and i'm still trying. I know you have been always ther by my side all this while especially during this ordeal and i can't thank you enough. I know you are wondering if i can forget a three years relationship just like that thus why i can't do the same for a couple months? I myself don't know why. He left a huge impact on me that explained how it's so frigging hard to get over him. I know you said i was stupid. He must have been enjoying himself now while i am fighting against my own feeling. Just let me be alright. Time will heal it. I'm sure! I know the truth has hurt you but i am too! I shouldn't have done it to you but i have also never said those three letter words to you neither. You deserved someone better. Someone who love you. You are an amazing guy but i can't seem to love anymore.To me there are no more nice guy out there. It doesn't carries any meaning to me anymore. It's just plain. I'm sorry. Just forget alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I shouldn't have dwell about the past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but that's what keep me going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*Boy, because of you, i have....*&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/231440392553255568-6821862626403520107?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6821862626403520107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=6821862626403520107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/6821862626403520107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/6821862626403520107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/10/unfaithfully-yours.html' title='Unfaithfully Yours!'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/Suhqk0Tf2XI/AAAAAAAAAdM/EEazXhf9y4s/s72-c/DSC00199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-600813191051517422</id><published>2009-10-22T19:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T00:32:58.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Finally there are plenty of them who are kind enough to accompany me to the production. Since the response was quite overwhelming,i have decided to get another two more tickets. Its quite useful sending invitation through blogging uh? Hahahaha.. I'm going with Faiz, Mira and Suu. Thank you guys. Sadly, F can't go due to her critical day. No worries babe, there's definitely some other day for us.&lt;br /&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Crush is an infactuation, a feeling which usually don't last long. And i believe that is what you are feeling boy. How long have you known me? Months? Years? Its not even a week neither and you dare come up to me and say you love me? Oh boy, don't say you love me because you don't really know me and c'mon we hardly see each other. Its only during Maths class and Lecture. Furthermore we rarely talk to each other. You don't even have my cell phone number. Yes, we did talked that much for the entire Maths tutorial class but that doesn't determine your feeling are true. For a moment you just made me laughed and despised you. You know, you really remind me of someone. Your name start with the same alphabet too. Tell me, are you a clone of him or what? And history of the past came haunting me back. I only have this to tell you boy, i know your game like the back of my hand and i won't fall for that. I know so well what kind of chap you are so turn around and start looking for another victim who will fall in your trap. Don't try that on me cause your plan will backfire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So long dude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; FONT-FAMILY: georgia; COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-600813191051517422?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/600813191051517422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=600813191051517422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/600813191051517422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/600813191051517422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/10/phew.html' title='Phew!'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-3661530379897756242</id><published>2009-10-21T21:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:00:12.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/St8PZsbE4vI/AAAAAAAAAcs/iXmTe5daz4I/s1600-h/09102009087.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395047812709016306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/St8PZsbE4vI/AAAAAAAAAcs/iXmTe5daz4I/s400/09102009087.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let start with reminding you again that its my life and i will live my life the way i want it to be. I hate the fact that you are controlling my life. You are my man, my best friend, my family and my brother too but that doesn't give you the authority to tell me what to do. I respected you and i hope to get the same from you too. I know you mean well but then again, no matter what you asked me to do.. For instance, asking me to delete those pictures and stuff, it will never erase him from my memories. Just like putting a broken vase back together again. The crack is still visible and you can do absolute nothing to make it disappear. Same goes with memories. It will be installed permanently in my mind. No matter how hard i have been hurt, memories are the only thing left. I hope you understand. I am back to the girl i used to be, loud, smiling, cracking jokes and laughing my ass off. I am moving on ain't i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Apart from that, i do appreciate but things are different now. Don't you think so? Thing aren't the way it used to be. I'm still trying to mend my heart but one thing i am very sure of is that it's gonna be a whole new chapter full of new friends that will be there for me through thick and thin. My life will fills with laughter once again. I made new friends and i felt so lucky to met them as friend. They may be younger than me but i don't give a hook. Sometime the older ones need to learn from the younger ones. However, I still need you here and i know you are aware of it too. I'll just take one step at a time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, i happen to have spare ticket to Malay Production at Republic Poly. Kental ah lu mat Production. I heard its gonna be interesting. So if anyone of you are interested to go with me just text me on my cell phone ok. First come first serve basis. You don't have to pay for the ticket. I just don't want the ticket to go to a waste. Just bring your butt along with me to RP. Its on the 1st of november at 8 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish to sleep forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ffff;"&gt;*Boy, i am exhausted.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-3661530379897756242?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/3661530379897756242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=3661530379897756242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/3661530379897756242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/3661530379897756242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-life.html' title='My life!'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/St8PZsbE4vI/AAAAAAAAAcs/iXmTe5daz4I/s72-c/09102009087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-7032337411167959941</id><published>2009-10-17T20:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T21:29:06.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone right now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/Stm5N0dj7YI/AAAAAAAAAcU/6GCQ5pEFXT0/s1600-h/09102009090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393545675824950658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/Stm5N0dj7YI/AAAAAAAAAcU/6GCQ5pEFXT0/s400/09102009090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Currently in my crib watching plenty of VCDs and DVDs alone. Mummy has went out with her friends and so does my dad. The lil one is out with her parent too.&lt;/span&gt; So here i am alone having VCDs/DVDs marathon. Nothing much for me to update though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Talking bout the lil one. She did it again. She arranged back the things nicely to its original places. I guess i have to leave it there till she return to her parent. Apart from that, mummy told me that yesterday she did something so cute. She went out with classmates to Jurong bird park. When she's back, she slept with her raincoat on. The trip must have tire her out cause she slept longer than usual. When she woke up, mummy asked her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mummy : Why you sleep with your raincoat on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fira : Because just now at the park it wasn't raining and i dont get the chance to wear it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I can imagined her face expression. She just never failed to make us smile or laugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ade jer karenah dier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Anyway i am moving on now slowly with friends around me who never stop caring. I have been spending most of my times outside now. My parent has been understanding ever since they found out how hard i fall. Yesterday i had dance workshop at esplanade. It was a great one indeed. Their dance were superb and i'm watching their performance tomorrow after my show. Giving Impak Maksima a miss. However, all this must stop once my semester start again this monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for loving me for that short period of times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for all the care and concern.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for the little sacrifices.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for the things you did on my big day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for the songs dedication.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for all the happy times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for all the sharings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for those intimacy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for all the mood swings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for all the scoldings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for all the arguments and disagreements.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for all the tears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lastly...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for all the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;LIES!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*Boy, thanks for all the little things.*&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/231440392553255568-7032337411167959941?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/6281672454678250629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/10/same-script-different-cast.html' title='Same script, different cast!'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-2240808878865726145</id><published>2009-10-14T23:43:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T02:04:44.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Escapes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392488746858870226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/StX38dPQddI/AAAAAAAAAaE/KEFXg7fjCZc/s400/11102009127.jpg" /&gt; Bear wit me as it's gonna be a heavy entry with pictures along,&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The short getaway pretty much help me to put my mind at ease. Yes! I went Batam, Nagoya. Supposed to catch the last ferry on saturday night unfortunately it was impossible as i had Salam Lebaran Performance and i get the chance to meet up closely with Haizat and esp. Dayang Nur Faizah which i wouldn't want to give it a miss. Thus, i catched the morning ferry to Habourbay. My cousin was nice enough to make the trip with me. My uncle picked us up over at Habourbay. First stop, we went to electrical stores. As my uncle wanted to get a new Television set. My uncle was sure very good at bargaining. Then we proceeded to his place to visit the newborn baby. She's is so adorable. My uncle wanted us to stay over at his place so much but being me as usual not use to kampong life insisted on staying in the hotel. After much negotiation, he give in and we checked in to the nearest hotel. My mum tagged along as she can't adapt to the environment. My uncle booked two rooms. One for mummy and another for my cousin and myself. We had the whole room to ourselves. We went sightseeing and my uncle's friend's brought us to the long bridge which look more alike like the one we had along Singapore River if i'm not wrong. While i was enjoying the scenery, mummy came up to me and...&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: Kak do you know Aidil is Pak Long boy cousin?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh? Really? How you know?&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: Pak Long Boy aunt came up to me and told me. She also asked me whether are you seeing him.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh okay. What a small world. At we're not related right. It's him and Pak Long Boy. For now please don't ask me anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed what a small world!&lt;br /&gt;And i'm ignoring the lil one as she will asked for him all the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i promised to date her out once her Ns are over and so today i went out with two lovely ladies. Mira and Suu. Meet up at Bugis and we headed to Tong Seng to fill our stomach. I wanted to bring someone else along too but i know she's busy preparing for her Major papers. Hopefully there is next time for us. :)&lt;br /&gt;Next we went to Haji Lane and "pampered" ourselves with sheesha-ing. We tried cherry and mango flavour. It was ok, not that strong. As usual being girls we camwhore and we talked about everything, joke and laughed our ass off. Out of sudden, Suu asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suu: Kak, don't you want to look for a replacement?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (smiled and shake my head) Suu, we girls, when we fall in love, we fall hard but boys... They only have one thing in their mind.&lt;br /&gt;Suu: You still love him don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it went on.. Bottom line, I really had hell of great time with them!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i'm not going back home. Staying over somewhere with someone who really can understand me where i know i can put my mind off at ease. Somewhere, where i'll just smile frome ear to ear. Laughter will fill my daily days again. I'm sure life will turn around for me and i'm gonna lead a wonderful life. Just the way i want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;Insya'allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And i'm taking a very long break from Variasi Performing Arts. This sunday will be my last performance. Time to let the others a chance.. Will be back by late December. Thus, kalau K56 menjadi they have to find a replacement..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;P/S:More pics will be uploaded either in my facebook or multiply...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Salam Lebaran Pics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392506476814520002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/StYIEeeFzsI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ggAN_g90_GA/s320/10102009119.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392503836395146258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/StYFqyJDjBI/AAAAAAAAAbM/3uB3RJYBaOc/s320/10102009116.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392503635194675682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/StYFfEnIAeI/AAAAAAAAAbE/cYfvb5ff_0k/s320/10102009113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392503452061429714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/StYFUaYwb9I/AAAAAAAAAa8/4T1S08KwtiM/s320/10102009105.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nagoya's Pics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392502442694131394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/StYEZqM1vsI/AAAAAAAAAac/8YePLqOky0w/s320/11102009122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392501980990605826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/StYD-yOJCgI/AAAAAAAAAaU/X0waODuFRvY/s320/10102009099.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392501622773813170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/StYDp7wmj7I/AAAAAAAAAaM/Km-DoWoXVFk/s320/11102009124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392502802540009538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/StYEumuyGEI/AAAAAAAAAak/iE4l_TVmYrs/s320/11102009131.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392502978054718834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/StYE40kwBXI/AAAAAAAAAas/5w2m9iSim1I/s320/12102009155.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Norzalika Mutiara Binte Razali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pics with the lovelies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392504648812537858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/StYGaEodKAI/AAAAAAAAAbk/n_wtMQzwpyY/s320/14102009184.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392503198654997890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/StYFFqX9JYI/AAAAAAAAAa0/HaaGExcxggM/s320/14102009163.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392504284712040002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/StYGE4QIdkI/AAAAAAAAAbc/cxo6F0EkEco/s320/14102009162.jpg" /&gt;As i was doing some clearing up i came upon pictures when Me, abang and adek were small so here some of it to share with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392504830871890274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/StYGkq2yaWI/AAAAAAAAAbs/tMm6orgtN5M/s320/14102009190.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Spot me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392505474886001314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/StYHKJ_t4qI/AAAAAAAAAb8/cefqC9B4tKE/s320/14102009196.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My baby photo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392505649285760738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/StYHUTr3BuI/AAAAAAAAAcE/xyTMiR6mF1k/s320/14102009198.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My adek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/StYG_QZNX0I/AAAAAAAAAb0/s8YOwZ5Ufmk/s1600-h/14102009197.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392505287624974146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/StYG_QZNX0I/AAAAAAAAAb0/s8YOwZ5Ufmk/s320/14102009197.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me and abang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As long as i'm still breathing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm still beating...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ffff;"&gt;*Boy, this is what hurt the most!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/231440392553255568-2240808878865726145?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/2240808878865726145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=2240808878865726145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/2240808878865726145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/2240808878865726145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/10/great-escapes.html' title='Great Escapes!'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/StX38dPQddI/AAAAAAAAAaE/KEFXg7fjCZc/s72-c/11102009127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-5308935742451126557</id><published>2009-10-13T17:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T17:33:30.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing someone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fuck up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why am i still missing you after what you have done to me!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Go to hell!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;*Boy tell me how am i supposed to hate you!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/231440392553255568-5308935742451126557?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/5308935742451126557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=5308935742451126557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/5308935742451126557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/5308935742451126557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/10/missing-someone.html' title='Missing someone!'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-8242312405250694502</id><published>2009-09-28T12:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:00:24.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies marathon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SsA_ydJfy9I/AAAAAAAAAZs/UlrKc6U0_Wg/s1600-h/IMG-0593-1-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SsA_ydJfy9I/AAAAAAAAAZs/UlrKc6U0_Wg/s400/IMG-0593-1-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386375290385583058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Things are back to where it supposed to be. I'm elated. Past few days were spent wisely and splendidly. I watched the ugly truth and aliens in the antics at home. Had rehearsals and I went to catch a movie with Bby. We watched..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SsBA99LOiTI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/bHP5-hnyOlE/s1600-h/jin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SsBA99LOiTI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/bHP5-hnyOlE/s400/jin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386376587472963890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It wasn't that much enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;So i woudn't recommend anyone to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;Just wait for the dvd to come out or watch it online. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;*Baby, your time had been taken away and i'm feeling lonely now.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-8242312405250694502?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/8242312405250694502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=8242312405250694502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/8242312405250694502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/8242312405250694502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/09/movies-marathon.html' title='Movies marathon.'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SsA_ydJfy9I/AAAAAAAAAZs/UlrKc6U0_Wg/s72-c/IMG-0593-1-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-4944882821250958876</id><published>2009-09-25T22:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T22:52:48.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so tired!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SrzOM32YtyI/AAAAAAAAAZk/WF-yya9kYd0/s1600-h/beautiful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385405974974084898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SrzOM32YtyI/AAAAAAAAAZk/WF-yya9kYd0/s400/beautiful.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Another tiring day for me. Relatives flooded my crib today and it was fun. Laughter filled in the house followed by "hot gossips". Apart from all the tears that has been flowing during forgiveness, this raya had been a wonderful one for me. I met them and we catch up with each other. I missed alot of events that has took place in their life. Whatever it is, all the best in achieving that dream of yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Next day, plenty of "open houses" but i am not going to neither of their places. I have Hari Raya rehearsal to attend. Thus, my family will go without me. Well i have met them on the first day of raya so my presence doesn't really matter. Furthermore, i don't really fancy all this thingy. I just hate not the crowd definitely but when mummy goes round telling facts about me. You know like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nie la anak radiah. Sorang jer perempuan tapi susah nak jage. Kepala batu anak sorang nie."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;She always did it every year without fail. Sometimes i just feel like arghh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;On the other hand, i know you are dissapointed in me. I know i am a problematic girl. I know it's the second time i have let you down. The first time was four years ago when i got mine "N"s result. I don't deny K56 played a part in my failure but i will not blamed it. I chose to commit myself in it putting my studies behind me. However, i promise i'll make it up to you next semester. I have done it before and i believe i can do it again. Just don't give up on me like you did before. These time just put a little faith in me and i'll prove to you. Please don't give up on me yet. I'll change those grades. I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Things surrounding me are changing rapidly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why is that so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ffff;"&gt;*Baby, hug me tightly when we meet tomorrow.*&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/231440392553255568-4944882821250958876?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4944882821250958876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=4944882821250958876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/4944882821250958876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/4944882821250958876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-so-tired.html' title='I&apos;m so tired!'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SrzOM32YtyI/AAAAAAAAAZk/WF-yya9kYd0/s72-c/beautiful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-6616271744594519580</id><published>2009-09-19T11:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T11:46:41.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment of truth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Finally the truth has been reveal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;All i could do was swallowed every single details reluctantly and just couldn't stop crying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I am totally not aware of it and was kept in the dark for months. I understood why you did that but you could actually told me the truth slowly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;You knew i would understand but why didnt you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;And to know it from the other party... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;The feeling was heart-wrecking! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I understand completely why you did that because if i were in your shoe, i would do the same too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;You were just being selfish to get what you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;However, you know i hate lies and i would not want the friendship being built up over a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;A white lie i must say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;We have talked and i appreciate it that you were being honest to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Now i hope things will change for the better. No more lies between us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;As usual being me, i would forgive and forget. Things had happened and no use brooding over it. I just feel bad to the other party and definitely have no idea how to face her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Dear{Youknowyourself},&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;from the bottom of my heart, i am totally sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I totally had no idea at all that it was that way back then. I seriously don't know how to face you or what to say. I feel bad and devastated upon knowng the truth. However, i hope you will not hold any grudges and the friendship we just built would not drain down. Hopefully things will get better between us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;On the brighter side, i would be denying if i said i am not feeling happy. I am not trying to be bad but i am happy knowing that you chose to be with me. Thanks for doing it. You knew i would backed out if you didn't do what you did. No more me being paranoid. Having those thoughts. You know how deep i have fallen for you and i fear of losing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I could make a novel out of our love story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;You never fail to put a smile on my face. You never fail to make me smile to myself whenever i think of you. You never fail to make me fall for you over and over again whenever we had a small disputes. Everytime we quarrel, we never fail to make up soon after.It is funny how girl fall for a guy. She can be doing things that she herself is not aware of it. All she want was to spend every moments with the person she adore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;That's me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Thanks baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Living in a world of you and me.&lt;br /&gt;That's the way i want it to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;*Baby, i don't want to lose you!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/231440392553255568-6616271744594519580?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6616271744594519580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=6616271744594519580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/6616271744594519580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/6616271744594519580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/09/moment-of-truth.html' title='Moment of truth!'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-1541050426414411043</id><published>2009-09-09T21:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:26:40.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkness</title><content type='html'>I don't know how to start. I don't what to say. My mind is all messed up. Alot of changes has been happening. You are no more the guy i used to know. You are not the same guy i fall in love back then. You always misunderstood me. Who are you!? Your anger is superly unbearable. Your words are so harsh. It pierce right thru my lil heart. Are you aware of that!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more sweet texts from you. No more encouraging words from you.No more warmth hug from you. No more tender kiss from you. Why!!?? Why the sudden change!? I am missing you badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't keep me in the dark. If you think you have found someone new then tell me straight in my face! I can accept it although it gonna hurt me so badly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly love you like nobody business. I don't care bout all the anecdote i heard bout you. Because i am so sure about my own feelings. I don't need others people views to tell what's right and what's not. They don't determine my happiness. But i am not happy with the way it is right now. I don't even what the hell is going on. Even now when i am typing this, tears are falling down thru my cheeks. I want you to love me not out of sympathy but because you love me! I know i have quite an ego but i myself is trying so hard to change for the better. You seriously need to change the way you talk to me because i hate it! I sanggup berubah dan lakukan apa saja tetapi i taknak seandainya i hanya bertepuk sebelah tangan. I apologize if i have hurt you. I didnt mean it. I care so much about you because you complete me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;*Boy, i am yearning for you once again. And i need you badly!*&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/231440392553255568-1541050426414411043?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1541050426414411043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=1541050426414411043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/1541050426414411043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/1541050426414411043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/09/darkness.html' title='Darkness'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-8834641542104110879</id><published>2009-09-03T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T17:31:47.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something you don't know</title><content type='html'>Life has been like a rollercoaster for me lately. Alot of up and downs, turn, double turn and even triple turn. Alot of drama but hey i am not whining as it spices up my daily life. And i am relieved and thankful for an incident that occurred recently. I know you're true. Just can't stop smilling widely thinking bout what you did to the extend. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your family is so sweets. I feel so comfortable around them. I like being with them. Did i say like!? No! LOVE is the word. They are so friendly and i can just joke around with them like as if they are my friends too. Your family... That's what i have been searching for high and low. Now i am fill with fear. Alot of question has been playing in my mind and i am looking for the right time to ask you. Because now i can see myself being part of it. But can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, with small arguments, sarcasm and rudeness between us. Will it make us fall even deeper or will it make us grow apart? Is it temporary? Will your feeling disappear in no time? And dot dot dot... Now i am just waiting for the right time for all these question to be answer. Insya'allah soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If you're reading these please don't ask me anything. Eventually i will ask you when the time come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Loving you genuinely and hoping for the best!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-8834641542104110879?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/8834641542104110879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=8834641542104110879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/8834641542104110879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/8834641542104110879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/09/something-you-dont-know.html' title='Something you don&apos;t know'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-4494171441382442829</id><published>2009-08-26T20:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:04:13.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SpauV1pBM1I/AAAAAAAAAXE/fVcQ6li1-6U/s1600-h/idungifadamn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374674895512875858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SpauV1pBM1I/AAAAAAAAAXE/fVcQ6li1-6U/s400/idungifadamn.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/56254112/1/782114653"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it's over! Major exams have come to an end. However i'm still worried on how i'll fare for Maths. I studied at the very last min. Preparing myself for supplementary paper soon. I'm going to stay home for these two days. Break fast at home with family. Or should i say "family". I am not sure about my own feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, i just can't thank abg more for being extra nice. He has enrolled me for class 3. How sweet is that. And i am having BTT on the 2nd of sept. I am one lucky girl i must say. All my wants in my wishing list slowly has been fulfilled by people surrounding me. Esp &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;*da One*&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He has been the sweetest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*Stop making him as the bad guy please! He's such a nice chap.*&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/231440392553255568-4494171441382442829?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4494171441382442829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=4494171441382442829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/4494171441382442829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/4494171441382442829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/08/mia.html' title='Thank you!'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SpauV1pBM1I/AAAAAAAAAXE/fVcQ6li1-6U/s72-c/idungifadamn.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-4029755550125383322</id><published>2009-08-23T19:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T19:27:41.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am feeling so bad right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thing weren't sailing smoothly for us lately. Arguments after another. Over trivial matter. I have decided on something which i really don't want. Where are all the happy times? I am losing those sweet moments right now. I am missing you badly baby. Please call me when you see this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-4029755550125383322?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4029755550125383322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=4029755550125383322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/4029755550125383322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/4029755550125383322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/08/lost.html' title='Lost!'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-8781439660576218422</id><published>2009-08-22T00:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T01:12:25.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love or hate!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/So7Im9NTtPI/AAAAAAAAAW8/mkA_D-kWWfE/s1600-h/14052008293-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372451977090544882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/So7Im9NTtPI/AAAAAAAAAW8/mkA_D-kWWfE/s400/14052008293-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm feeling pissed off right now!Like seriously. Over a trivial matter!? C'mon la alright. It's really so stupid of us. And yes i take it after you. You taught me all that. Oh my, aren't we alike right now!? I am so loving it! Now you are asking me to leave you alone? Fine! Leave me alone too!! Arghh!!! Forget about it. Hopefully it will tone down after a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway today i had my first paper, Telecommunication and System. I would say the paper was easy but i was forgetful today. My brain wasn't working. However i attempted most of the question afterall. Thanks for your encouragement. I did my best you know. Tomorrow i'm gonna crack my brain studying maths. Which i have to learnt from scratch. Damn it! How am i supposed to do it? Time stopped please. Till i'm done with this ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh ya, before i forgot. Tomorrow is the first day of fasting. Unfortunately, i can't due to some girl problem. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To all Muslims, Selamat Berpuasa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mummy over at Johor Bahru. Will only be back tomorrow morning. So adeq have to sahur all by himself. Don't worry, your big sister is always here to accompany you. Hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Loving you is all i wanted to do but i didnt know it's so hard. Whatever the outcome is, i'll still love you as ever.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/231440392553255568-8781439660576218422?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/8781439660576218422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=8781439660576218422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/8781439660576218422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/8781439660576218422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-feeling-pissed-off-right-nowlike.html' title='Love or hate!?'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/So7Im9NTtPI/AAAAAAAAAW8/mkA_D-kWWfE/s72-c/14052008293-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-5339852594368116142</id><published>2009-08-16T01:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T01:33:19.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku Bertanya?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/Sobvg_xFh8I/AAAAAAAAAWc/UTC3yvRHDRQ/s1600-h/12072008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370242955838064578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/Sobvg_xFh8I/AAAAAAAAAWc/UTC3yvRHDRQ/s400/12072008(003).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adakah diriku kau tak perlu lagi?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adakah cintaku kau tak perlu lagi?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adakah dirimu dah berubah hati terhadap diriku?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adakah insan lain bertahta dihatimu?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hinggakan dirimu merubah cintamu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Manakah janjimu yang kau beri dulu kepada diriku?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kau pernah berkata cintamu adalah selama-lamanya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bulan menjadi saksi pada malam itu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kau kata kau cinta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sayang dengarlah rintihan hatiku.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ingin kau kembali seperti dahulu.&lt;br /&gt;Kenangan dijiwa membuatku rindu kepada dirimu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sekiranya diriku kau tak perlu lagi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simpanlah kenangan cinta kita dihati.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walaupun sukarku akur kali ini.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biarlah ku pergi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maafkanlah aku bertanya.&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/231440392553255568-5339852594368116142?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/5339852594368116142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=5339852594368116142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/5339852594368116142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/5339852594368116142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/08/aku-bertanya.html' title='Aku Bertanya?'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/Sobvg_xFh8I/AAAAAAAAAWc/UTC3yvRHDRQ/s72-c/12072008(003).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-2813800000681086055</id><published>2009-08-07T01:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T02:22:26.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Less of a bitch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SnsfS66ylXI/AAAAAAAAAWU/FUv_XvVPnNc/s1600-h/01082009276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366917790856025458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SnsfS66ylXI/AAAAAAAAAWU/FUv_XvVPnNc/s400/01082009276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is much less of a bitch with my dearest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;Totally fabulous. Really like a roller-coaster. Dance training resume as per normal except more things have been implements. Other than that, everything is still the same. Hot, sexy and tempting. hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;The new dancers appeared to be friendly too. And i'm sure dorang satu kepala macam kita juga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;hehehe... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;Anyway today went to watch UP at bugis. Well its quite entertaining afterall. Kids will love it tho. After that "jln2" at Bugis Street and bought accessories before heading back home. Nothing much to update actually..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;Ps:Won't be updating quite often due to my hectic schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;*Loving you more each day!*&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/231440392553255568-2813800000681086055?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/2813800000681086055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=2813800000681086055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/2813800000681086055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/2813800000681086055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/08/less-of-bitch.html' title='Less of a bitch.'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SnsfS66ylXI/AAAAAAAAAWU/FUv_XvVPnNc/s72-c/01082009276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-3548226530981903604</id><published>2009-08-04T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T01:12:09.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>40% hapiness!60% frustration and stress!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SncTUONfrTI/AAAAAAAAAWM/VfJfyK07rLQ/s1600-h/P020809_22.06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365778719168245042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SncTUONfrTI/AAAAAAAAAWM/VfJfyK07rLQ/s400/P020809_22.06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; Life has been better for me recently i must say. Hoping it wont just be another temporary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Clear things up and we really had heart to heart talk. Everything has fall back into places giving me feeling of sensation. However, somehow feeling of frustration is still there. I myself don't understand why. Ignore all that aida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway last sat, we had post party for K56! It was quite a disappointment because a handful of them weren't there. We sure had fun afterall i guess. As for me i sure do had a lil good times with those who came. We sang and not forgetting camwhoring as usual. Awards were given to those who deserved it and there were also lucky draws to be won. As for me, i did not won any awards or prizes. It doesn't matter to me at all cause i have won the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;most precious gift ever&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. You know what it is. Plus i am proud of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The next day, the dancers performed at Bukit Timah CC for an event. The crowd was overwhelming. I miss dancing so badly and yesterday really help to heal it. More coming up dancers and i am so looking forward to it. Time for us to get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;CRAZY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. New dancers coming in and i hope we can really clique well. Hope they are as crazy as us. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ps:pics can be found at my facebook.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Can't get enough!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-3548226530981903604?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/3548226530981903604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=3548226530981903604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/3548226530981903604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/3548226530981903604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/08/40-hapiness60-frustration-and-stress.html' title='40% hapiness!60% frustration and stress!'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SncTUONfrTI/AAAAAAAAAWM/VfJfyK07rLQ/s72-c/P020809_22.06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-1748522179959495698</id><published>2009-08-01T14:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T12:36:46.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too good to be true!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SnUX0Fp1YoI/AAAAAAAAAWE/hZXnyXIffQo/s1600-h/DSC00938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365220714720092802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SnUX0Fp1YoI/AAAAAAAAAWE/hZXnyXIffQo/s400/DSC00938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Have you ever felt love you once used to have fade away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;When your loved ones doesn't believe you and always have negative thinking towards you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;The feeling of knowing that he does really disappoints me definitely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sometime have you ever wonder,words that ever come out from his mouth and texts that you received from him, somehow he had used it on his previous girls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Saying&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/u&gt; for instance! I am very sure it has been said umpteens times on different girls. Well i am not an exception. I have used it before. Its common to used it when you are in a relationship. But what about the rest. You know what i mean. Don't you ever lie to me cause i won't be able to accept the facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;SAME SCRIPTS DIFFERENT CASTS!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I DON'T WANT THAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;PERIOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Make it clear to me and stop all those thinkings. Let it be the last time i'm hearing it. I don't want the things i have been doing come to a waste. GET THAT!&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/231440392553255568-1748522179959495698?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1748522179959495698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=1748522179959495698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/1748522179959495698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/1748522179959495698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/08/too-good-to-be-true.html' title='Too good to be true!'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SnUX0Fp1YoI/AAAAAAAAAWE/hZXnyXIffQo/s72-c/DSC00938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-5669647986377955635</id><published>2009-07-31T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T01:29:17.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SnHT-PKFMkI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-uLt1neMGf4/s1600-h/Image(588).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364301697349136962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SnHT-PKFMkI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-uLt1neMGf4/s400/Image(588).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;So much things to be done all over again. Yes! I repeat&lt;strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;all over again&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Careless of me to lose my thumbdrive in school. Funny thing was that my classmate actually saw me putting it in my pencil case but how come when i need it, it was nowhere to be found!?Damn! Someone must have took it but who!? Whatever it is just my luck. To the person who might have stolen it, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fcuk you. May you have the worst luck ever!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Supposedly had some other errands to run but it was cancelled at the very last minute. Thus making our way to causeway point to catch a movie. This is my third time watching Jangan Pandang Belakang Congkak. Hahaha.. Trust me, i'll never get tired watching it. It's so hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh ya talking about JPBC, you owe me something. You know who you are. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway got to go. My powerpoint slides has been calling me to finish them up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh my oh my. I need B&amp;amp;J Ice-cream badly. Tsktsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*You are the sweetest drug that ever happen to me. Cant get enough of you.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-5669647986377955635?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/5669647986377955635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=5669647986377955635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/5669647986377955635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/5669647986377955635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/07/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SnHT-PKFMkI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-uLt1neMGf4/s72-c/Image(588).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-6221404089442810796</id><published>2009-07-29T13:07:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T15:20:49.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell of GOOD Times!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/Sm_ak3UVT8I/AAAAAAAAAV0/UTc9PIeLVCQ/s1600-h/6733_106208913903_529893903_2004617_1850892_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363746008080928706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/Sm_ak3UVT8I/AAAAAAAAAV0/UTc9PIeLVCQ/s400/6733_106208913903_529893903_2004617_1850892_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;On second thot, i have change my mind not  to delete away my blog.. Hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; What a fickle minded. &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&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Last Saturday, Jelutung CC was having &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;MAEC OPEN HOUSE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Malam Pesta Berdansa&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;. As usual, we had to put up a performance. The crowd in the evening was super pathetic i tell u. You can hardly see a single soul except for those vendors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Kesian Orang-orang yang membuat persembahan. Shiok sendiri&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;However, Malam Pesta Berdansa was the most happening event. We dance through out the night. Everyone was letting go their hair and dance like a danceholics on tha dancefloor. I was shy at first because his parents were there. Eventually, it disappeared the moment "mummy" asked me to dance with her. I'm suprised to see how outgoing  she can be. Don't judge a book by its cover was true after all. I really enjoyed myself that night. I am sure the rest did too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I am really struggling with my studies. I can see myself repeating this modules.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;u&gt;Fcuk!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The feeling really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;sucks big time!&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Whatever it is i'm just going to do my best as usual. &lt;i&gt;Just three papers aida and you will have your two months holiday.  Just hang in there. Three weeks to&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; moment of truths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Endure!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Well yesterday i went &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;shopping spree&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Like finally!! Remedy to my depression. Hahaha.. I spent $160 on just 4 things. Who cares anyway. I got what i want!! Thanks alot for the treat. Love you like i always do!&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gtg. Got to practice my scripts for french. Mcm paham! But seriously i don't really know the meaning of all the sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;*We had a meaningful talk last night and i'm glad it turn out well.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/231440392553255568-6221404089442810796?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6221404089442810796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=6221404089442810796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/6221404089442810796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/6221404089442810796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-second-thot-i-have-change-my-mind-to.html' title='Hell of GOOD Times!'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/Sm_ak3UVT8I/AAAAAAAAAV0/UTc9PIeLVCQ/s72-c/6733_106208913903_529893903_2004617_1850892_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-5059957084502354192</id><published>2009-07-23T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:17:57.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SmiBX3QXVoI/AAAAAAAAAVs/7AYWRAS7ukg/s1600-h/IMG-0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361677603354138242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SmiBX3QXVoI/AAAAAAAAAVs/7AYWRAS7ukg/s400/IMG-0330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the end of my blog! &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/231440392553255568-5059957084502354192?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/5059957084502354192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=5059957084502354192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/5059957084502354192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/5059957084502354192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/07/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye!'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SmiBX3QXVoI/AAAAAAAAAVs/7AYWRAS7ukg/s72-c/IMG-0330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-6797834995307712709</id><published>2009-07-23T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:17:18.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sudden Lost!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SmdEVJcr8iI/AAAAAAAAAVk/hmQg8sZl7IY/s1600-h/DSC00594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361329011512046114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SmdEVJcr8iI/AAAAAAAAAVk/hmQg8sZl7IY/s400/DSC00594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Today i almost collapsed upon hearing the news. I shivered for a moment when my friend came and hugged me tightly.I still couldn't believe it. You're gone... Gone forever.. My tears flow down like a river. I brokedown in my friend’s arms. Mummy adviced me to see him for the last time and i wanted so badly too however we were'nt allowed to see. Thus, i decided not to go. After a few hours i called to sent my condolences to them. They told me that the body will be buried tomorrow morning. I felt bad because i did not managed to see him and asked for forgiveness. However, he went off peacefully. Just stay strong alright aida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pakcik Rahman!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Pemergianmu sesuatu yang tidak didugakan. Kamu pergi secara tiba-tiba tanpa memberi apa-apa pesanan. Saya akan doakan agar rohmu akan dicucuri rahmat dan kamu diletakkan di golongan orang-orang yang solehan. Ingin sekali saya memohon maaf kerna tidak dapat menjengukmu disaat kamu masih ada. Ingin sekali saya meminta maaf jika ada kesilapan atau telah menyinggung perasaan sewaktu kamu masih ada. Saya ingin ucapkan ribuan terima kasih atas segala-gala yang telah diberi dan pernah diberi.. Saya ingin sekali lakukan itu semua tapi semuanya sudah terlambat. Adakah aku berdosa!? Ya allah! Apa yang harus aku lakukan untuk aku tebus segala dosa-dosaku? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-6797834995307712709?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6797834995307712709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=6797834995307712709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/6797834995307712709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/6797834995307712709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/07/sudden-lost.html' title='A Sudden Lost!'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SmdEVJcr8iI/AAAAAAAAAVk/hmQg8sZl7IY/s72-c/DSC00594.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-1543792896213009688</id><published>2009-07-19T21:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T16:30:20.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thing of the PAST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SmMf7ckPb8I/AAAAAAAAAVc/Yo2iVGzAovw/s1600-h/10082008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360163087641964482" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SmMf7ckPb8I/AAAAAAAAAVc/Yo2iVGzAovw/s400/10082008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Will that smile fade away forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Will i still be able to smile that way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Everything came crashing down on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;One after another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Its fcuking sickenning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;When is all this going to stop!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that stop asking me such question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The answer is obvious&lt;strong&gt; NO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;You still have the cheek to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Fcuk you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The past is damn fcuking past which i don't want to know and get involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I don't want to talk or even see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you fcuking understand!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Being friends and you sure they have no more feeling for you anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;This is full of &lt;strong&gt;BULLSHIT!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;So mummy ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Stop asking me question about things of the past!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I won't entertain!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/231440392553255568-1543792896213009688?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1543792896213009688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=1543792896213009688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/1543792896213009688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/1543792896213009688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/07/will-that-smile-fade-away-forever-will.html' title='Thing of the PAST!'/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SmMf7ckPb8I/AAAAAAAAAVc/Yo2iVGzAovw/s72-c/10082008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-3587232705721709525</id><published>2009-07-15T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:14:40.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/Sl3jTiekxvI/AAAAAAAAAVU/MI2dvXWgNNE/s1600-h/nano-pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358689056452822770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/Sl3jTiekxvI/AAAAAAAAAVU/MI2dvXWgNNE/s400/nano-pink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cool or what?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nearly 3 months i have been eyeing this ipod nano chromatic. I finally got it.. Thanks to beloved for buying it for me. Haha.. Anyway not gonna update for quite sometime. I'm still exshauted..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-3587232705721709525?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/3587232705721709525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=3587232705721709525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/3587232705721709525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/3587232705721709525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/07/cool-or-what-nearly-3-months-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/Sl3jTiekxvI/AAAAAAAAAVU/MI2dvXWgNNE/s72-c/nano-pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-3991867254300809799</id><published>2009-07-12T18:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T16:31:05.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KOLEJ 56!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SlnBsPNhRpI/AAAAAAAAAVE/OAtp8utzDXQ/s1600-h/Afi_Kolej_56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357526197475559058" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SlnBsPNhRpI/AAAAAAAAAVE/OAtp8utzDXQ/s400/Afi_Kolej_56.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SlnBlsrv4II/AAAAAAAAAU8/jOvbNOyC7Jk/s1600-h/4826_223937015594_853790594_7433692_7200896_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357526085127889026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 155px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SlnBlsrv4II/AAAAAAAAAU8/jOvbNOyC7Jk/s320/4826_223937015594_853790594_7433692_7200896_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/Slm6mlhNZYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/qBYtmpFW7kY/s1600-h/DSC_1379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357518403803112834" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/Slm6mlhNZYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/qBYtmpFW7kY/s320/DSC_1379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;Finally its over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;However i still can't get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;Its one unforgettable moment i must say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;Not only me, but for everyone who is involved in the production.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;The process of making it, the incident happened really made us grew stronger mentally and physically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;I am proud of everyone especially myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;Now i can proudly say it out loud "Nuraida Suriyani can act!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;Thanks to a bunch of people like Abg Hamzah, Abg Afi, Huda, Nadiah, Syirah and all especially Aidil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;Although i came later, they still welcome me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thanks for believing in me, always telling me that i can do it. There is nothing that i can't possibly achieved. Thanks for always reminding me to give my best either its during rehearsals, preview or the actual day. Without your motivation, i can't possibly did all these. I still remember what you say along the small bridge to esplanade. Hope its not just another sweet words that came out from your mouth. Mean it and prove it! Thanks to your family too. I wish i could hug them tightly and consider them as my own. Wanted to do it badly but there is a restriction i guess. For that, from the bottom of my heart, i sincerely thank you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Aidil Jufri Jumari&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/231440392553255568-3991867254300809799?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/3991867254300809799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=3991867254300809799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/3991867254300809799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mencari kebahagiaan dan cinta yang pasti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Walaupun aku tidak bisa menyakinkan percintaan ini akan kekal namun aku bahagia disampingnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Walaupun hati ini luka atas perbuatannya namun aku tahu ini adala untuk kebaikkanku sendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sedangkan perkahwinan ada pasang dan surutnya apa lagi sepasang kekasih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lupakanla diri ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aku merayu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Usah kau kesali atas ini semua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aku pasti kau dapat mencari penggantiku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Walau sekali pun hati ini akan terluka kelak, aku tetap akan merasa gembira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gembira kerna aku dapat merasa cinta oleh sidia yang aku cintai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Janganla kau merosakkan kebahagianku ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sebaliknya doakanla agar ia kekal abadi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kepada sidia yang aku cintai..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Janganla kau lukai hati ini walaupun aku tidak sempurna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span 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style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE LIES BUT I SHALL NOT ASK YOU AND PROLONG THE ISSUES!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-9170901458534526024?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/9170901458534526024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=9170901458534526024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/9170901458534526024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SkhfkPesrJI/AAAAAAAAAT8/szDCmZ8CVz8/s1600-h/HotBitch%21849.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/_FerRWxnpR0o/SkhfkPesrJI/AAAAAAAAAT8/szDCmZ8CVz8/s320/HotBitch%21849.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352633233365052562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Kasih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Kehadiranmu sebagai teman benar-benar mengisi kekosongan ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Kau hadir disaatku dilanda musibah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Kau memberi ku kata-kata perangsang agar aku tidak putus asa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Kau mengisi kekosongan ini dengan gurau-senda dan tawamu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Diri ini tidak berhenti tersenyum dan tertawa melihat gelagatmu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Kau memberi nafas baru dalam hidupku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Dalam diam aku mulai tertarik padamu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Kucupan pertama kau berikan membuat jantung berdegup rancak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Beribu soalan bermain difikiranku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku ingin bertanya dan meluahkan hasrat hatiku tapi aku malu dan takut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Namun aku cuba memberanikan diri untuk berterus-terang pada malam itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ternyata aku tidak bertepuk-sebelah tangan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Kini cintamu telah aku milikki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Percayalah aku tidak akan pernah tinggalkan dirimu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku juga memerlukan kamu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Maafkanlah diri ini jika tidak sempurna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku juga ikhlas mencintaimu malah aku tidak boleh hidup tanpamu disisi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Namamu selalu menjadi sebutan dibibirku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Bayanganmu tidak pernah lekang dari mataku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Hatiku berdebar rancak setiap kali kita bersua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku tahu cintamu sebesar dunia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku dapat merasainya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Janganlah cinta itu hilang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Berilah aku waktu untuk menyakinkan cintaku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Agar kau dapat mencintaiku setulusnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Kerana aku percaya bahwa cinta yang kita jalinkan suci abadi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Tiada lagi prasangka dan keraguan terhadap cintamu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Akanku teruskan perjalanan cinta ini selagi kau disisiku.&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/231440392553255568-7746938463765820216?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/7746938463765820216/comments/default' title='Post 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SkhfkPesrJI/AAAAAAAAAT8/szDCmZ8CVz8/s72-c/HotBitch%21849.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-3918691391184836347</id><published>2009-06-23T16:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:55:59.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks people for all the wishes..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really appreciate it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I spent my day at Vivo..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks to baby for making my day..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shall update more details and photo at the next entry..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks once more..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-3918691391184836347?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/3918691391184836347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=3918691391184836347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/3918691391184836347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/3918691391184836347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/06/thanks-people-for-all-wishes.html' title=''/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-5537381301177372185</id><published>2009-06-16T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:41:11.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SjZ5A4WTomI/AAAAAAAAATM/wyfpHEsjQ9M/s1600-h/HotBitch!1300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347594663581950562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SjZ5A4WTomI/AAAAAAAAATM/wyfpHEsjQ9M/s320/HotBitch!1300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;That guy above is known as my "daddy" in Variasi for some reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;I dunno la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;He is such a jovial and bubbly guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;He can also be irritating AT TIMES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Whatever it is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;He is under my most happenning fren list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faiz amek kau..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your very own short post!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Owe you nothing now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-5537381301177372185?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' 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height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SjZ5A4WTomI/AAAAAAAAATM/wyfpHEsjQ9M/s72-c/HotBitch!1300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-1030219649600802013</id><published>2009-06-16T00:06:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:34:30.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347586645385177986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SjZxuKPOa4I/AAAAAAAAARk/SJVGRVLo7ik/s200/14062009175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kolej 56 cast!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well had photoshoot the day before..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So just see the pictures itself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347587925897362594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SjZy4shHvKI/AAAAAAAAAR0/PnX0Z9nf1ZA/s200/14062009164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Getting closer as days goes by...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347589785030823762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SjZ0k6VFD1I/AAAAAAAAASs/gq0L_81MgrQ/s200/14062009163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Variasi's dancer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SjZ0dcl-tPI/AAAAAAAAASk/cAKJ9zifFu8/s1600-h/14062009146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347589656789562610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SjZ0dcl-tPI/AAAAAAAAASk/cAKJ9zifFu8/s200/14062009146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347589397594044194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SjZ0OXA89yI/AAAAAAAAASc/iqlnhKTiV0Q/s200/14062009145.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347589285644470882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SjZ0H1-GCmI/AAAAAAAAASU/wKEQK80hEqg/s200/14062009144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347589157051039874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SjZ0AW7CAII/AAAAAAAAASM/7QqKhxwlb-k/s200/14062009143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347588936614782514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SjZzzhu7pjI/AAAAAAAAASE/e8_qa8-2p5I/s200/14062009141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dance chereographer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347592603102918562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SjZ3I8d0t6I/AAAAAAAAATE/6-2lmno2KFQ/s200/14062009160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347588469692218546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SjZzYWT6vLI/AAAAAAAAAR8/MPwvnea_oko/s200/14062009142.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347591832471827650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SjZ2cFpDdMI/AAAAAAAAAS0/OdYzEnkIOBg/s200/14062009173.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music composer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347586781959438018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SjZx2HBEPsI/AAAAAAAAARs/5H9bR4MiXas/s200/14062009167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I am missing my baby badly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anyway 6 more days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&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/231440392553255568-1030219649600802013?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1030219649600802013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=1030219649600802013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/1030219649600802013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/1030219649600802013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/06/kolej-56-cast-well-had-photoshoot-day.html' title=''/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SjZxuKPOa4I/AAAAAAAAARk/SJVGRVLo7ik/s72-c/14062009175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-2920330270039680400</id><published>2009-06-08T13:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T13:50:17.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/Siymkm36UOI/AAAAAAAAARc/rK-7Xa_01g0/s1600-h/Image%28558%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/Siymkm36UOI/AAAAAAAAARc/rK-7Xa_01g0/s200/Image%28558%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344830005622493410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SiylE-lohZI/AAAAAAAAARM/Vw9EuyCJwkc/s1600-h/07062008502.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OH GOD!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL LIKE I AM DYING!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DROP DEAD ANYTIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Stop poking your nose in my life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Its over.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once and for all get over it!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Had enough of your drama!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&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/231440392553255568-2920330270039680400?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/2920330270039680400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=2920330270039680400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/2920330270039680400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/2920330270039680400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-god-i-feel-like-i-am-dying-drop-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/Siymkm36UOI/AAAAAAAAARc/rK-7Xa_01g0/s72-c/Image%28558%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-3695473553293803574</id><published>2009-06-04T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T10:33:17.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/Siaiz8UpxOI/AAAAAAAAAPk/kvnnjTOTpHY/s1600-h/HotBitch!739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343137021171451106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/Siaiz8UpxOI/AAAAAAAAAPk/kvnnjTOTpHY/s320/HotBitch!739.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well basically same routine everyday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just that now im going for training seldomly..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In fact, will not be going for this week..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gonna miss alot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm actually pissed off with someone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've already sacrificed alot of things just to commit myself to this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone else have other things to attend to not just you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So pls gif urself one tight slap and wake up!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siapa makan cili dia terasa pedas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't give a hook if you know who you are and you feel offended.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/231440392553255568-3695473553293803574?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/3695473553293803574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=3695473553293803574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/3695473553293803574'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-1789899511096954690</id><published>2009-06-01T22:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T16:45:36.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342367128661210994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SiPmmTOTN3I/AAAAAAAAAPM/Hpma0az-NxI/s200/01062009072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well nothing much to updates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I ate alot today lyk usual my "perangai gemok".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Went to eat Mac den mummy got home and bought donuts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342366698808173666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SiPmNR5WZGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/1SU_uKWT3tI/s200/01062009080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342366838708037650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SiPmVbEE6BI/AAAAAAAAAPE/LtG1_IKoh20/s200/01062009081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyway i was browsing thru some old pictures and saw these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am seriously missing those moments and people in the pics badly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Abg khai, i am missing you badly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Missing ur jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Shall mit up real soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342367296107072434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SiPmwDAgS7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/3zxRGJSeYbw/s200/DSC00911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am missing those moment peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;We and our crazy ideas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Doing video clips and taking pictures in the bath tub and on the bed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SiPm9vLh_nI/AAAAAAAAAPc/AgZKbCujvL4/s1600-h/22112008448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342367531302780530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SiPm9vLh_nI/AAAAAAAAAPc/AgZKbCujvL4/s200/22112008448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meeting baby tmr..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Missing him badly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time please move faster.!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby imy and ily.!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-1789899511096954690?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1789899511096954690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=1789899511096954690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/1789899511096954690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/1789899511096954690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-nothing-much-to-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SiPmmTOTN3I/AAAAAAAAAPM/Hpma0az-NxI/s72-c/01062009072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-974346344921110041</id><published>2009-05-31T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:03:54.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mengapa sukar untuk dirimu mengerti semuanya?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenapa engkau masih lagi dengan sikap kedegilanmu?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dengan sikap keangkuhanmu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aku tetap akan setia menanti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Menanti saat kau mula mengerti cinta yang ada untuk dirimu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Menanti saat kau berubah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Menanti saat kau mulai mengerti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aku merayu agar semua ini dihentikan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pulanglah kau menjadi seperti dia yang aku kenali dulu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aku sudah bosan dengan setiap pertengkaran di antara kita.&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/231440392553255568-974346344921110041?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/974346344921110041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=974346344921110041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/974346344921110041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/974346344921110041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/05/mengapa-sukar-untuk-dirimu-mengerti.html' title=''/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-745036202347123767</id><published>2009-05-31T19:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:59:54.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SiJu256eACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/KddFv33UoNI/s1600-h/Image(036).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341953997552877602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SiJu256eACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/KddFv33UoNI/s200/Image(036).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Tomorrow is my term test and im here struggling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Someone please come to my rescue.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Well anyway im hoping luck is on my side again like always to pull this thru..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Will not be updating frequently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hope everything will fall into places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Having all kind of feelings at this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Till den.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&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/231440392553255568-745036202347123767?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/745036202347123767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=745036202347123767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/745036202347123767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/745036202347123767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/2009/05/tomorrow-is-my-term-test-and-im-here.html' title=''/><author><name>thebulletshotheragain!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271531742177182603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SYGoeMjTZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SFQOJ-j80_o/S220/Image(560).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FerRWxnpR0o/SiJu256eACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/KddFv33UoNI/s72-c/Image(036).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231440392553255568.post-4289586715260679295</id><published>2009-05-29T11:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T12:08:44.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIFE IS SO SUCKS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HATE LIVING IN THIS KIND OF SITUATION!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOMEONE PLEASE KILL ME!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231440392553255568-4289586715260679295?l=itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoodangerousrightnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4289586715260679295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231440392553255568&amp;postID=4289586715260679295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231440392553255568/posts/default/4289586715260679295'/><link rel='self' 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