<?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-7584078144394753479</id><updated>2011-07-08T21:46:50.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>once upon a history.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-1624884535246860784</id><published>2010-06-23T12:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T12:37:56.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;visit my tumblr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helenayziqo.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://www.helenayziqo.tumblr.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-1624884535246860784?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/1624884535246860784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/1624884535246860784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2010/06/visit-my-tumblr.html' title=''/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-238009484980474024</id><published>2010-04-19T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T23:17:05.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i see your face dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i get angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i guess i dun wanna see your face animore in school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;because, ure acts are more worser than a satan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/7584078144394753479-238009484980474024?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/238009484980474024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/238009484980474024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-see-your-face-dude-i-get-angry-i.html' title=''/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-8424152615042624927</id><published>2010-03-01T01:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T01:13:22.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H.Z</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/S4qjvQcFKPI/AAAAAAAAAf4/_XWxqNxhOO8/s1600-h/000F052fNAF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443343131892590834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/S4qjvQcFKPI/AAAAAAAAAf4/_XWxqNxhOO8/s320/000F052fNAF.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/S4qjvMCki4I/AAAAAAAAAfw/zcBldiWbxOI/s1600-h/000k052fNAF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443343130711853954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/S4qjvMCki4I/AAAAAAAAAfw/zcBldiWbxOI/s320/000k052fNAF.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pictures tell it all. fcuk me veri much now &amp;amp; forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dear hanie helenay u have been fooled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but yourself. tank you me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7584078144394753479-8424152615042624927?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/8424152615042624927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/8424152615042624927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2010/03/hz.html' title='H.Z'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/S4qjvQcFKPI/AAAAAAAAAf4/_XWxqNxhOO8/s72-c/000F052fNAF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-3161411334684042492</id><published>2010-03-01T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T00:54:55.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i miss rookie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;URGH!&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/7584078144394753479-3161411334684042492?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/3161411334684042492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/3161411334684042492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2010/03/omg.html' title='OMG.'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-3260184354551004740</id><published>2010-02-28T03:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T03:24:28.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one &amp; two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2 words that i hate much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;assuming &amp;amp; accusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;doesnt mean i dun explain much bout certain tings,you can jolly well do these 2 things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;u might wanna say u dun assume &amp;amp; accuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;but without realising it, ure doinng it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;no, i cant stay mad fer you till zillion years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;but yes, i am mad now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&amp;amp; please stop comparing me with other lowly bitches that uve met before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;bcause im &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; one of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&amp;amp; that means, i wont do things they do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;but everytime again, u will start accusing &amp;amp; assuming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;not texting is like a major permanent irritant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;im not used to it but i have to somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&amp;amp; suprisingly, nobody texting me when i was at werk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;which ive realise i never did text much if u werent around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&amp;amp; this is haunting me badly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;haha. reall bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;whatever lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-3260184354551004740?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/3260184354551004740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/3260184354551004740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-two.html' title='one &amp; two'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-8496572761790639410</id><published>2010-02-22T02:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T02:29:31.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zZzZZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;going to sleep, bcause hes alreadi asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; ive never met sumone so serius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; sumone who wuld forgive me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;by setting jokes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;right after a moment of delicate silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;by saying, "eyy. please uh. stop it with the innocent face"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; laugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;rookie is damnly loved lah please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;im loving it. woots.&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/7584078144394753479-8496572761790639410?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/8496572761790639410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/8496572761790639410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2010/02/zzzzz.html' title='zZzZZ'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-8362217759637258346</id><published>2010-02-19T01:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T01:26:20.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>arghhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hate how much i love you boy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i cant stand how much i miss you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beatiful eyes, pinch-able nose, necklace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; im a random scuker for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thank you&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/7584078144394753479-8362217759637258346?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/8362217759637258346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/8362217759637258346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2010/02/arghhh.html' title='arghhh!'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-8070258110477442377</id><published>2010-02-10T12:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T12:26:14.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zig ziiqo rook rookie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&amp;amp; on the very date today, i was hit by zillions of thunders plus lightings of emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;wrong wrong day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;wrong day to wake up earli in the morning &amp;amp; feel something is just absolutely not right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i think i cried in my sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;or maybe something so scary &amp;amp; humoooongous was chasing after me in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;fcuk it, i dunno how to describe this feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;one about memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;two about mummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;third about life &amp;amp; what is happening in between of life &amp;amp; death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;complications is the word describing whole situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&amp;amp; another word will be late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i mean two words, too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;fcuk it again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;dweebs lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/7584078144394753479-8070258110477442377?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/8070258110477442377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/8070258110477442377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2010/02/zig-ziiqo-rook-rookie.html' title='zig ziiqo rook rookie'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-7128172752636363541</id><published>2010-02-03T11:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T11:35:16.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rredbull rookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;smiling &amp;amp; enjoying life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fcuk it with everybody who destroys my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bcause ive succed in this torture similiarly to hell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; ive met someone wrong, to find someone just right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433855385418577090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/S2jurui3tMI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L_kDpUYySzM/s320/Photo0207.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-7128172752636363541?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/7128172752636363541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/7128172752636363541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2010/02/rredbull-rookies.html' title='rredbull rookies'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/S2jurui3tMI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L_kDpUYySzM/s72-c/Photo0207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-2096916256819276134</id><published>2010-01-28T10:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T10:55:30.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAtred</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hate my mom's attitude&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hate for eating too much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hate WAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hate HAKIM OLE !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hate you if you hate me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i love me.&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/7584078144394753479-2096916256819276134?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/2096916256819276134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/2096916256819276134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2010/01/hatred.html' title='HAtred'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-7329084874342807826</id><published>2009-12-24T01:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T01:32:57.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fcuker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;people like you, dun deserve to live in this earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; from yesterdae, i dun give a fcuk abt ur fcuked up life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bcause ure just a piece of shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;delete watever u want tats regarding me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; go back to ur lovely ex gf, fcuker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i dun need sumone like you in my life now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;masalah yg ader kaitan dgn kau, aku tk perlu dlm hidup aku &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;sumone who cant handle things maturely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or tink mature enough when ure already 20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is called a jerk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;geddit? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; surely, i dun need people like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in my happy werld&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wtout you, i can still live my life to the fullest dude&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/7584078144394753479-7329084874342807826?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/7329084874342807826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/7329084874342807826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/12/fcuker.html' title='fcuker'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-2760529599004297509</id><published>2009-12-21T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T00:52:25.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my tears can almost fill up the bucket&lt;br /&gt;ill never blame you for what has happened&lt;br /&gt;il blame these all to myself&lt;br /&gt;bcause i love you.&lt;br /&gt;too much &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im compromising&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; just trying so hard to impress you&lt;br /&gt;to win your heart back&lt;br /&gt;but whatever hard work&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; whatever pain ive gone through&lt;br /&gt;couldnt impress you at all &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the time&lt;br /&gt;i feel like punching the wall&lt;br /&gt;to hurt myself&lt;br /&gt;to fracture my hands&lt;br /&gt;bcause i knew i couldnt get hurt&lt;br /&gt;as much as how it hurts inside&lt;br /&gt;it isnt the end of the world&lt;br /&gt;but leaving me would be the end of my life. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im begging &amp;amp; pleading&lt;br /&gt;to give this chance to me&lt;br /&gt;to improve myself.&lt;br /&gt;im not perfect&lt;br /&gt;no one is ever perfect &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many times you said&lt;br /&gt;ive been only thinking bout myself&lt;br /&gt;blaming others but not me&lt;br /&gt;so now, when i took all the blame&lt;br /&gt;where were you?&lt;br /&gt;to see how much my ego dropped&lt;br /&gt;just to be with you. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you enjoyed urself&lt;br /&gt;i was glad you were happy with whatever u did&lt;br /&gt;but i wasnt that glad&lt;br /&gt;because im not included&lt;br /&gt;in "your 5 toplisted "what makes hazwan happy" category&lt;br /&gt;im sorry if i ever felt this way&lt;br /&gt;but this feelings has been haunting my nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt the sacarsm&lt;br /&gt;the message that you want to pass across&lt;br /&gt;but ill just keep quiet&lt;br /&gt;to show tt u ccan hurt me as much as you want&lt;br /&gt;but ill still love you no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's our monthsary&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; ive confessed evrything i felt&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; where were you again?&lt;br /&gt;the one who loved me so much&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monthsary. ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-2760529599004297509?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/2760529599004297509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/2760529599004297509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-tears-can-almost-fill-up-bucket-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-5814925576539488748</id><published>2009-12-13T02:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T02:38:43.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tis is hanie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SyPi_-fs0vI/AAAAAAAAAfA/UO8b3mjk02k/s1600-h/tumblr_ktyw57A1nQ1qzgp5ko1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414420765765063410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SyPi_-fs0vI/AAAAAAAAAfA/UO8b3mjk02k/s320/tumblr_ktyw57A1nQ1qzgp5ko1_400.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it feels way more alone on the inside nowdaes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gorgeous sleep were often missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i hate myself even more? &lt;blockquote&gt;i guess i should.&lt;/blockquote&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/7584078144394753479-5814925576539488748?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/5814925576539488748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/5814925576539488748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/12/tis-is-hanie.html' title='tis is hanie.'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SyPi_-fs0vI/AAAAAAAAAfA/UO8b3mjk02k/s72-c/tumblr_ktyw57A1nQ1qzgp5ko1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-2143670534658360390</id><published>2009-12-08T14:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T14:52:46.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>syg kau.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sx33jejwsPI/AAAAAAAAAe4/i8FtCxnCERs/s1600-h/Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412754516039741682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sx33jejwsPI/AAAAAAAAAe4/i8FtCxnCERs/s320/Image.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my darling sent me this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank you darl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love you so much lah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we have been going through so much together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; i hope we will never get tired helping out each other aite?. :)&lt;/strong&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/7584078144394753479-2143670534658360390?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/2143670534658360390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/2143670534658360390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/12/syg-kau.html' title='syg kau.'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sx33jejwsPI/AAAAAAAAAe4/i8FtCxnCERs/s72-c/Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-1757378639264374165</id><published>2009-12-07T12:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T12:50:51.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rough &amp; tough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;from now on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this blogspot is officially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not for expressing my fcuking feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but its a only hapi2 dae sum up post.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-1757378639264374165?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/1757378639264374165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/1757378639264374165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/12/rough-tough.html' title='rough &amp; tough'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-4155917982838151118</id><published>2009-12-03T13:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T13:54:45.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stone-ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can we please stop it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im tired of playing this game with you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;these fightings, what the hell are you thinking off?? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What you said about you caring so much bout me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; tts the reason why you wuldnt allow me to take the bike practical&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all of that were reasonbale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but not to the point whereby &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you said u'll leave me if i have my license &amp;amp; my own bike&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you noe how much i disgustingly hate it when sumone threaten me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; youre one of them &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;whatever u ask me not to do i listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;but can you please be supporting of me fer once? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;have u ever thought how many hours we have spent quality time together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;alone &amp;amp; only the both of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i can bet you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;it will be less than 24 hrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;it was always me , you and your frens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&amp;amp; there was never "our time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;im not saying that you always stick with your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;but we really need to spent out time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&amp;amp; that is for each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;haiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-4155917982838151118?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/4155917982838151118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/4155917982838151118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/12/stone-ing.html' title='stone-ing'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-4487041157190613949</id><published>2009-11-27T23:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T23:39:16.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>burst2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im bursting with tears soon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i cant stand this pressure anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how can you possibly stand not msging or calling me at all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its not my fault fer this matter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it was yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ivee been making mistakes but this time, its really urs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how can you ferget bout your gf the whole dae&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; how can you possibly doubt my love fer you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;little things you do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you will never realise u have hurt me in som&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e ways&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love you &amp;amp; i will never leave you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fer now i guess, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ure the one who's suppose to make the first move&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss you fcuker. i really do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you cant enjoy any moment wtout me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because i cant without you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-4487041157190613949?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/4487041157190613949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/4487041157190613949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/11/burst2.html' title='burst2'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-7478977316734002989</id><published>2009-11-26T23:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T23:24:38.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yah yahh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sw6drdV5vbI/AAAAAAAAAew/gqwVJI2UP1M/s1600/13655_175457213634_755328634_2819033_5383257_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408433572454972850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sw6drdV5vbI/AAAAAAAAAew/gqwVJI2UP1M/s320/13655_175457213634_755328634_2819033_5383257_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sw6c8VxnQBI/AAAAAAAAAeo/J6RwZLvu1Fc/s1600/13655_175457213634_755328634_2819033_5383257_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i stumble up0n this picture on one of my frends facebook.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well if its a little blur, just squeeze ur eyes as close to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the perfect guy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the perfect thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;im fighting with bf &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; the feeling totally sucks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but ily noe matter what babe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7584078144394753479-7478977316734002989?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/7478977316734002989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/7478977316734002989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/11/yah-yahh.html' title='yah yahh'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sw6drdV5vbI/AAAAAAAAAew/gqwVJI2UP1M/s72-c/13655_175457213634_755328634_2819033_5383257_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-5137041052856734023</id><published>2009-11-10T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:40:59.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haiya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Svl7X5iOTSI/AAAAAAAAAeg/ngcF-fCntA4/s1600-h/Moske(185).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402484878519192866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Svl7X5iOTSI/AAAAAAAAAeg/ngcF-fCntA4/s320/Moske(185).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hanie helenay is sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;because she misses her bf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7584078144394753479-5137041052856734023?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/5137041052856734023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/5137041052856734023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/11/haiya.html' title='haiya'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Svl7X5iOTSI/AAAAAAAAAeg/ngcF-fCntA4/s72-c/Moske(185).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-9052099315678150797</id><published>2009-11-03T19:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:17:18.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two-two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;the two antidotes of my life: DEFINITELY mummy &amp;amp; boify.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&amp;amp; i swear i am deeply in love with mr boify here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;tanx aunties for being a some sort backbone for our relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;insya allah is the only word i can give for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;eeyy wait. i miss my boifren lah can. always busy werking one lor that guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;but its okie, understandable&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399834195255138370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SvAQl04wmEI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Iuzh1bu6Dac/s320/antidotes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;mummy said"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DELETE IT! I LOOK OLD HERE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;of which is so TRUE lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;so next time,like mummy say, please dun sit when you take picture wif boify okeh? hehe.&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/7584078144394753479-9052099315678150797?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/9052099315678150797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/9052099315678150797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-two.html' title='two-two'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SvAQl04wmEI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Iuzh1bu6Dac/s72-c/antidotes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-967935607866103505</id><published>2009-11-01T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T00:34:54.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SuxmwALz-UI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/1JJJ02HEpq8/s1600-h/Moske(170).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398803028179679554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SuxmwALz-UI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/1JJJ02HEpq8/s320/Moske(170).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for now, the most important &amp;amp; precious person in my life will be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) mummy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) BF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)TR and friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;dun care what you wanna say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;i dun care whether u'll bad mouth bout me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;but all that matter now, will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;these 3 pointers of my necessary people. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ps: happy people = GEMUK, wtf? im gaining tremendously giant fats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-967935607866103505?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/967935607866103505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/967935607866103505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-is.html' title='life is..'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SuxmwALz-UI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/1JJJ02HEpq8/s72-c/Moske(170).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-1944836821038324878</id><published>2009-10-27T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T01:16:13.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vanished craving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SuXZC_QJS8I/AAAAAAAAAeI/18TQidyThI4/s1600-h/Moske(165).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396958373835525058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SuXZC_QJS8I/AAAAAAAAAeI/18TQidyThI4/s320/Moske(165).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SuXZCh0DkiI/AAAAAAAAAeA/10uz6WTUi_Q/s1600-h/Moske(164).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396958365933081122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SuXZCh0DkiI/AAAAAAAAAeA/10uz6WTUi_Q/s320/Moske(164).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my lovely boyfren for buying the prawn cereal !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;smiles of vanished cravings, hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&amp;amp; sorry to trouble you after work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my craving was worser than a pregnant woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so again, thank you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ALLAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;for giving me a such thoughtful boyffren who would entertain all my nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&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/7584078144394753479-1944836821038324878?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/1944836821038324878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/1944836821038324878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/10/vanished-craving.html' title='vanished craving'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SuXZC_QJS8I/AAAAAAAAAeI/18TQidyThI4/s72-c/Moske(165).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-1033038795427895611</id><published>2009-10-26T02:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:59:11.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>carrried  awway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;ultimate target for today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;not to sleep in class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;to pay attention &amp;amp; to understand every single shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;not to use FB &amp;amp; especially tag during meetings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396813890059859314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SuVVo7PpdXI/AAAAAAAAAd4/KVnwWhYeEOU/s320/PC250450.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;ive been craving for prawn cereal since ages ago. asking b.f to buy it later at changi magic wok. i so hope they are not closed &amp;amp; they sell this prawn cereal tingy there. my stupid b.f dun even noe whats prawn cereal is. HAHA to him lah. he thought it was those coco crunch cereal type. idiot. so please2 buy it fast can b? ily! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-1033038795427895611?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/1033038795427895611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/1033038795427895611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/10/carrried-awway.html' title='carrried  awway'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SuVVo7PpdXI/AAAAAAAAAd4/KVnwWhYeEOU/s72-c/PC250450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-5242060082382566243</id><published>2009-10-23T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T00:15:56.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>date noted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SuCFG06eXgI/AAAAAAAAAdw/rb8W7p8t2xY/s1600-h/Moske(147)-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395458705919467010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SuCFG06eXgI/AAAAAAAAAdw/rb8W7p8t2xY/s320/Moske(147)-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SuCEZwUgZXI/AAAAAAAAAdo/tggY4FOltZ8/s1600-h/11102009082.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i thank you, my god, for giving me a reason to smile from now on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i thank you also as for having a great mother to share stuff with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&amp;amp; you, yes you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;please dun hurt me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&amp;amp; i l y. :)211009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7584078144394753479-5242060082382566243?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/5242060082382566243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/5242060082382566243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/10/date-noted.html' title='date noted'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SuCFG06eXgI/AAAAAAAAAdw/rb8W7p8t2xY/s72-c/Moske(147)-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-7683683711516735496</id><published>2009-10-20T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:19:03.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>over-protected</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;its not that im being too emotional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;its not my intention to sulk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;its just that sometimes, little things people do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;eventhough its little but it sure does take some affection on the matter of heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;i dunno what is it, urrgghhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"insanity is just s feww blocks away. dangerous.keep out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7584078144394753479-7683683711516735496?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/7683683711516735496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/7683683711516735496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/10/over-protected.html' title='over-protected'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-6703304338957800611</id><published>2009-10-14T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:56:25.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anti fcuker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i declare from today &amp;amp; forever, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i HATE FCUKING BANGLAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;damn pervertic physcotic moron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;imagine youre somewhere at night, talking &amp;amp; lying down with your good friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&amp;amp; suddenli tis one freaking idiotic black-black no brainer bangla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;heads near to your place, lay down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&amp;amp; MASTURBATES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;two werds, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FREAKING CB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it was a good thing hero smacks his forehead with the helmet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;he should be tortured even more lorr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;LETS HAUNT HIM DOWN THIS COMING FRIDAY B! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps: when you fall, hope he'll pick you up. :) ily.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/7584078144394753479-6703304338957800611?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/6703304338957800611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/6703304338957800611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/10/anti-fcuker.html' title='anti fcuker'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-5726739592718249823</id><published>2009-10-08T15:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T15:26:56.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sayang sayang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Ss2UI_OMpgI/AAAAAAAAAdg/GX5ErOa-IeU/s1600-h/07102009056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390127211163198978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Ss2UI_OMpgI/AAAAAAAAAdg/GX5ErOa-IeU/s320/07102009056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;god dammit, im so sleepy in clas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;next mission, GO HOME N JOLLY WELL SLEEP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;been sleeping late due to the late night outs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but all of that was worth it after all. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happi happi hopefully pathetic hanie.&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/7584078144394753479-5726739592718249823?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/5726739592718249823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/5726739592718249823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/10/sayang-sayang.html' title='sayang sayang'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Ss2UI_OMpgI/AAAAAAAAAdg/GX5ErOa-IeU/s72-c/07102009056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-6628521290267976712</id><published>2009-10-07T12:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:07:10.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sswgig6_T1I/AAAAAAAAAdY/B9gywOVv8VU/s1600-h/04102009037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389718631380635474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sswgig6_T1I/AAAAAAAAAdY/B9gywOVv8VU/s320/04102009037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;reason for smile, that one i only knew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;told mummy that this smile pops out after a few centuries long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hopes for no karma and history repeating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;im falling deeply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&amp;amp; i hope tis wil be permanently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;hero hero hero, multiplied my confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DONT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;do not ever leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;im falling deeply&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/7584078144394753479-6628521290267976712?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/6628521290267976712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/6628521290267976712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/10/reason_07.html' title='the reason'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sswgig6_T1I/AAAAAAAAAdY/B9gywOVv8VU/s72-c/04102009037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-3213123610925493808</id><published>2009-09-21T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:56:34.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feelings n lyings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SreiB4QZvlI/AAAAAAAAAdI/HUIk_C5n4QQ/s1600-h/confused.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383950032709467730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SreiB4QZvlI/AAAAAAAAAdI/HUIk_C5n4QQ/s320/confused.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ive been having this weird feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;which is as similar compared to that feelings i had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;last year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;the feeling whereby that someone will make you smilee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;that same feeling whereby you do not know how to describe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&amp;amp; are these feelings called love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i wonder.&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/7584078144394753479-3213123610925493808?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/3213123610925493808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/3213123610925493808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/09/feelings-n-lyings.html' title='feelings n lyings.'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SreiB4QZvlI/AAAAAAAAAdI/HUIk_C5n4QQ/s72-c/confused.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-914412087967312640</id><published>2009-09-10T01:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T12:48:13.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mirror reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SqfqyP1XSYI/AAAAAAAAAdA/lyAdT18RyR0/s1600-h/Eyes_slide_show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379526428882061698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SqfqyP1XSYI/AAAAAAAAAdA/lyAdT18RyR0/s320/Eyes_slide_show.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in mine, i saw his eyes.&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/7584078144394753479-914412087967312640?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/914412087967312640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/914412087967312640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-mine-i-saw-his-eyes.html' title='mirror reflection'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SqfqyP1XSYI/AAAAAAAAAdA/lyAdT18RyR0/s72-c/Eyes_slide_show.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-1276321826410547417</id><published>2009-09-02T00:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:47:07.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sister's instinct</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sp1L4B2OceI/AAAAAAAAAc4/9raNb6flnkg/s1600-h/CIMG0697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376536956090872290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sp1L4B2OceI/AAAAAAAAAc4/9raNb6flnkg/s320/CIMG0697.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; as sis step in my room, i showed her my blogspot with king's picture in it. the reason to it was to recap sister's mind about whether that's the girl she saw with king when she was working.well indeed it was. HAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"if like that, den just forget it", that was what sister said to me. &amp;amp; i was wondering what the fcuking shit she was talking about. &amp;amp; my reply was "whatevver. i dunn care..."she came back in my room and said " r u sure?? dun u ever think u can lie to ur own sister" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was still staring at my lappy &amp;amp; didnt dare to look at my sister's face. i could only afford to give a really huge &amp;amp; fake smile. she noes me too well i guess. &amp;amp; the part of which nearli cause my tears to drop is when she said "HE IS THE REASON WHY YOU ARE STILL NOT GOING INTO A NEW RELATIONSHIP WANI.."i couldnt deny anything because her words were awesomely true. ur right sister. ur damn right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7584078144394753479-1276321826410547417?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/1276321826410547417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/1276321826410547417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-sis-step-in-my-room-i-showed-her-my.html' title='sister&apos;s instinct'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sp1L4B2OceI/AAAAAAAAAc4/9raNb6flnkg/s72-c/CIMG0697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-3390484319898567654</id><published>2009-08-29T02:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T03:06:06.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holy month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375085568402260002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Spgj2JXyACI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/q0Hy1C72iDs/s320/puasa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;its been like after zillion years since i update.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;reason to it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 1) busy with exams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2) blog post was going trhru some shitty error &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I simply cant wait fer hari raya. so people, HAPPY BERPUASA-ING okie. dont be puasa y0k2 pagi2 bukak periuk, lama-lama jadi berok. BAH! I am trying my best to behave &amp;amp; do some good things in this month. First target is to start on the '5 compulsory routine to do'. i have been carrying around the book to start recaping on that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'5 compulsory routine to do'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but have not yet to open it. SUNDAY last okeh haniee? please open up the book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375085574986139122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Spgj2h5gBfI/AAAAAAAAAcY/WHxN9IjNfwE/s320/raditdanjani.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is a so a NEED to watch Radit love Jani fer those people who havent. damn bloody awesome movie. &amp;amp; ilove it when they say "aku sayang kamu bodoohhh" to each other.&amp;amp; after a few minutes of watching, i stumble upon this flashback which interlinks with RADIT's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VINO G.BASTIAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375085592540458626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Spgj3jSxroI/AAAAAAAAAco/0HYo7oG2lEE/s320/482-0-vino-g-bastian-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i dreamt about that flashback &amp;amp; cried the next minute i woke up the next day. the feeling was super shitty that till todae ive realised i never did move on in life since 2008. i am such a no-life person &amp;amp; particularly the word is definitely idiotic to wait fer a person till this long. Through that process, ive hurt alot of people &amp;amp; played with so many feelings. I am sorry. sincerely from your dear friend hanie. &amp;amp; i cant afford to lie &amp;amp; to hurt anione animore. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375085600579798834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Spgj4BPgRzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/95savpfZ8pA/s320/2_345251531l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my secret's out.i guess his happiness is all that matters right? so jun, please do take care of him for me alright?' i guess the best person for him is you ,jun'. a message from a passerby stranger.i rememebered the day i woke up in the bus finding him sitting just infront of me. it was like as if it was a nightmare. &amp;amp; the journey to school, i was shivering &amp;amp; shivering. but im proud to say that i didnt cry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ps: bike ferst prac is so freaking me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-3390484319898567654?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/3390484319898567654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/3390484319898567654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/08/holy-month.html' title='holy month'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Spgj2JXyACI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/q0Hy1C72iDs/s72-c/puasa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-3310369649032082809</id><published>2009-08-13T14:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:20:06.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hur hur.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369341137857416866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SoO7UR_iDqI/AAAAAAAAAb4/7PZ5bu9htkE/s320/Moske(004).jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369341120529839138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SoO7TRcUNCI/AAAAAAAAAbw/NTRf2x4Gu8M/s320/Moske(005).jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369341112325709410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SoO7Sy4THmI/AAAAAAAAAbo/CnSax5aRyYk/s320/Moske(006).jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369341106870374434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SoO7SejpUCI/AAAAAAAAAbg/oFNSz_JQfTE/s320/Moske(007).jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369341098294042466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SoO7R-m432I/AAAAAAAAAbY/MtKJgL3W-vE/s320/Moske(008).jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;evrything's getting way complicated in life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okayy, SO WHAT??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my bike prac was supposed to be today, 10 plus a.m&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; i decide not to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so, 25 bucks gone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just like the wind, whooooshhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fer now, ill just take my long rest from practicals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my bruises are killing me enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so no more pracs until after hari raya i guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WANT MY BEAUTIFUL CLEAN LEGS BACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369342459877840354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SoO8hO5w1eI/AAAAAAAAAcI/nNtah04gaPE/s320/5331_1129089600918_1637573725_318669_2151250_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so there's this news spreading bout art love &amp;amp; me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so ill just say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ask art if u wanna noe. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7584078144394753479-3310369649032082809?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/3310369649032082809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/3310369649032082809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/08/hur-hur.html' title='hur hur.'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SoO7UR_iDqI/AAAAAAAAAb4/7PZ5bu9htkE/s72-c/Moske(004).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-6991449890765249547</id><published>2009-08-07T09:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T14:19:04.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fabulous fcuker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;someone's a pure sucker, i swear he is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; until f0rever i will never forgive you after wat u did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;youre the animal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; nt the victim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;get out from my sight, i dun wish to see you animore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;youre better off dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ive been living my life wthout you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; its damn bloody better dat way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;im nt prepared fer all of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but ill try my best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i didnt went werk yesterday because it was too tiring and my school ended quite late due to lab lesson. it dragged till 5 plus &amp;amp; by that time, everybody was almost dead. blah.blah.blah.i went to the police station at 11 plus pm with swollen eyes. no question left to be said. the game's over dude.i hate you &amp;amp; please get out as fast as you can. stupid bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-6991449890765249547?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/6991449890765249547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/6991449890765249547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/08/fabulous-fcuker.html' title='fabulous fcuker'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-2947399532549568279</id><published>2009-07-29T15:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T15:52:43.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fcuking shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you are a hypocrite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a TOO MUCH of a music lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a package of unreasonable excuses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&amp;amp; i HATE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363786373361442930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sm__SbtKIHI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/7TThJX1cfWY/s320/filaip8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;DAD! i so want you to hold on to your words&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i will be freaking disappointed if you back out last minute&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; i want a handsome bike!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-2947399532549568279?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/2947399532549568279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/2947399532549568279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/07/fcuking-shit.html' title='fcuking shit'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sm__SbtKIHI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/7TThJX1cfWY/s72-c/filaip8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-8431055304857449870</id><published>2009-07-28T15:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:54:52.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLEASE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;TARGET OF THE DAY : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;1) BALANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;2) MOVING + CHANGING OF GEARS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&amp;amp; im gona prove that ill pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps: i so do not care about bruises &amp;amp; blood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;credits: DADDY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/7584078144394753479-8431055304857449870?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/8431055304857449870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/8431055304857449870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/07/please.html' title='PLEASE'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-2523007036978855710</id><published>2009-07-22T14:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T14:36:05.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohhhh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SmazCrCGSPI/AAAAAAAAAa4/r5NKL9kLq-Y/s1600-h/quit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361169264923789554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SmazCrCGSPI/AAAAAAAAAa4/r5NKL9kLq-Y/s320/quit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I QUIT THIS GAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; I QUIT YOU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;im not a loos-er. i quit because ure a gone-er. asss. &lt;blockquote&gt;enough of ur nonsensical behaviour.&lt;/blockquote&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/7584078144394753479-2523007036978855710?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/2523007036978855710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/2523007036978855710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/07/ohhhh.html' title='ohhhh.'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SmazCrCGSPI/AAAAAAAAAa4/r5NKL9kLq-Y/s72-c/quit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-2522616970768331209</id><published>2009-07-20T01:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T02:02:33.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAPESTRY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SmNfXWcbCbI/AAAAAAAAAaw/iBgYo5W7UAk/s1600-h/l_f9b2005c70a11e6c956e601ebaa9ee86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360232836267444658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SmNfXWcbCbI/AAAAAAAAAaw/iBgYo5W7UAk/s320/l_f9b2005c70a11e6c956e601ebaa9ee86.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the feeling was jolly well damn sucky just now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;that i nearly cried listening to the beats of the drums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;it was 7 05 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&amp;amp; i rushed to taka just to watch you perform&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but standing there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i felt that i was just like the normal passerby audience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;it jolly well suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;when youve been wanting to meet sumone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;fer the whole of your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but when you already had that chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;you could only stare at him a distant away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;playing his drums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;without having the chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;to exchange smiles &amp;amp; say hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&amp;amp; the only word ive been always hearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;from you was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SORRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i rushed my way there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&amp;amp; regretted knowing the fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;that my time was jolly well wasted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;not even a single word of 'meet' was there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;fcuk, im too dissapointed in you mister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-2522616970768331209?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/2522616970768331209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/2522616970768331209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/07/tapestry.html' title='TAPESTRY'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SmNfXWcbCbI/AAAAAAAAAaw/iBgYo5W7UAk/s72-c/l_f9b2005c70a11e6c956e601ebaa9ee86.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-8494008257093218254</id><published>2009-07-16T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T01:16:11.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fate or ambitious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sl4OxYVhgUI/AAAAAAAAAao/WaoeA-ySbmY/s1600-h/220279254_17c20cbec5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358736848126574914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sl4OxYVhgUI/AAAAAAAAAao/WaoeA-ySbmY/s320/220279254_17c20cbec5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&amp;amp; do you believe in the word fate??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;u should because i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;someone you should be in love with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;is sumone whom you let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&amp;amp; came back under any circumstances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;someone who picks you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;is sumone who purposely let you fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&amp;amp; picks you up at the near end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-8494008257093218254?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/8494008257093218254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/8494008257093218254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/07/fate-or-ambitious.html' title='fate or ambitious'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sl4OxYVhgUI/AAAAAAAAAao/WaoeA-ySbmY/s72-c/220279254_17c20cbec5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-5887619603959327473</id><published>2009-07-15T15:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T15:09:07.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for this first time im declaring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE MUM &amp;amp; DAD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAY TOO MUCH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they only acted out as if they dont care&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but they do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it was super swit of them &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to go to the clinic with me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; FINALLY having a complete, but not so complete, family "OUTING"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAD was too nonsensical for me to describe it here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he was behaving so childish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; every of his action&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;catches every patient eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i could only laugh, smile &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; COVER MY FACE TILL IT TURNNS RED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps:PARENTS ARE TRUE DEFINITION OF LOVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-5887619603959327473?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/5887619603959327473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/5887619603959327473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/07/heh.html' title='heh'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-2618347277827621187</id><published>2009-07-11T01:00:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T02:16:21.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awesome ohh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SleEx9LUl8I/AAAAAAAAAag/qRcVvmr2-wM/s1600-h/SANY2494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356896275551000514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SleEx9LUl8I/AAAAAAAAAag/qRcVvmr2-wM/s320/SANY2494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its been like ages since i updated! heh. ogay.. FIRSTLY i so wanna update about my bdae.it was superly awesome! i was so down when my TR &amp;amp; close gerlfrens and boifrens were too busy to spent time for me on my bdae. it was so sucky when you need to spent half of ur day in school during ur bdae &amp;amp; having no one to celebrate it with after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOr that point of time, luckily faris &amp;amp; bob was free to celebrate my bdae. &amp;amp; clever faris was saying to me that he got some surprise plans fer me of which bob &amp;amp; i had no idea where faris was bringing us. &amp;amp; the pplan was fer me to get back home ferst to put my AWESOMELY heavy bag and laptop in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENG JENG JENG. when i drop off at the usual place to take my 38 bus, i saw hudha dropping off. when it dishearten me more when she said she was gona meeet her fren at pasir ris and was waiting fer bus 21 to get tere. it took me around 3 mins to realise that there WASNT ANY 21 BUS at that particular bus stop.n i suggested to hudha to take 81 from the oppo bus stop. so hudha n bobby waited fer my bus to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took the bus. n JENG JENG JENG. faris took the same bus as me as well. &amp;amp; was telling me to go back home ferst because he was going to the bank and meeting some of his frens in simei fer a while to settle up some problem. &amp;amp; blindly, i bought his story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So walking back home passing through the oppo blk to get back home, they SCREAMED HAPPY BDAE WANI!n omfg.omfg. evryone was there..! WITH A CAKE N SOME PRESENTS. &amp;amp; I COULDNT WISH FER MORE THAN HAVING THEM THERE TO CELEBRATE MY BDAE WITH ME AFTER SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld4BZy4KQI/AAAAAAAAAWA/DnQcDW01uaA/s1600-h/SANY2473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356882247279978754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld4BZy4KQI/AAAAAAAAAWA/DnQcDW01uaA/s320/SANY2473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356882250794540882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld4Bm40H1I/AAAAAAAAAWI/iYqZwh816N0/s320/SANY2477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356893861396016050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SleClbv667I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/DK6msryPWB8/s320/SANY2475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356893877938917618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SleCmZYDkPI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/PafkTZJNTXE/s320/SANY2508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356882241870414610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld4BFpIwxI/AAAAAAAAAV4/zxNCIBSI69c/s320/SANY2472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356893870566444674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SleCl96UjoI/AAAAAAAAAaI/oJpUY60si5o/s320/SANY2483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;priceless shock face.HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356883307331483314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld4_Gy2drI/AAAAAAAAAWg/28le5QNDB1I/s320/6215_126805825405_638940405_3486813_1794306_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356883313059049250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld4_cIaLyI/AAAAAAAAAWo/B8W4twGgL2A/s320/6215_126805835405_638940405_3486814_7149780_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld5AQoluYI/AAAAAAAAAXA/wMQn2gK0tog/s1600-h/SANY2486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356883327152667010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld5AQoluYI/AAAAAAAAAXA/wMQn2gK0tog/s320/SANY2486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356883317408153666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld4_sVUQEI/AAAAAAAAAWw/haMsRV9Cyrc/s320/6215_126805855405_638940405_3486817_1862918_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356893866779835266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SleClvzhe4I/AAAAAAAAAaA/CKptlgK6w_I/s320/SANY2481.JPG" border="0" /&gt; credits to fathin syafiqah for baking the delicious BDAE CAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356889627507076402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld-u_SIrTI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ZgoJ8uvmXKE/s320/SANY2476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;credits to BESTIE, AISYA MAZ'ALI, for planning bdae surprice.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356889637417978146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld-vkNFCSI/AAAAAAAAAZg/capcpy_eC2g/s320/SANY2497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356886219835997826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld7oouCfoI/AAAAAAAAAXw/1y3GAbZaRbw/s320/SANY2506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356884502961277490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld6Es3NSjI/AAAAAAAAAXI/zkoi33BKCJE/s320/SANY2490.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356893886094426002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SleCm3wev5I/AAAAAAAAAaY/HQbq-uxwWoU/s320/SANY2509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356883322499566642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld4__TNDDI/AAAAAAAAAW4/BqHcdBk0riQ/s320/6215_126805895405_638940405_3486825_2975805_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356889644392757410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld-v-L_uKI/AAAAAAAAAZo/-AlkBd42ung/s320/6215_126805930405_638940405_3486830_5942407_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356886234479526242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld7pfRVAWI/AAAAAAAAAX4/uoeUoDaK8S0/s320/SANY2510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356884517555933202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld6FjO2EBI/AAAAAAAAAXo/nW458jtKK3g/s320/SANY2526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356884515281368546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld6Fawi9eI/AAAAAAAAAXg/k6S4ulkrYu4/s320/SANY2525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356889651832757218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld-wZ51G-I/AAAAAAAAAZw/BT1sFwvo2oI/s320/6215_126806025405_638940405_3486848_2529684_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356884505812950578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld6E3fGXjI/AAAAAAAAAXY/eXh7rUGD9dw/s320/SANY2500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld7pmXigkI/AAAAAAAAAYA/KdnYgzpuHyY/s1600-h/CIMG0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356886236384625218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld7pmXigkI/AAAAAAAAAYA/KdnYgzpuHyY/s320/CIMG0696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sister turn up for a while after work&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356886243819968658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld7qCEQ2JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/NSv2LvC7io0/s320/CIMG0697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was suppose to turn up, but didnt. haiya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld9e35gLsI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/5GBu_e9NPqc/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356888251135176386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld9e35gLsI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/5GBu_e9NPqc/s320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;after celebration the boys , &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FARIS &amp;amp; BOB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, treat me to movies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;FREE POPCORN &amp;amp; NACHOS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; TRANSFORMERS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MEGAN FOX IS DAMN BLOODY HOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356886249007925282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld7qVZKyCI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/eATwm_ONPTo/s320/CIMG0699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld85fyX3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/enIVdSt_9nQ/s1600-h/CIMG0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356887609007660258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld85fyX3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/enIVdSt_9nQ/s320/CIMG0701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld841O4mVI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RwmOxGUtNVY/s1600-h/CIMG0700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356887597584521554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld841O4mVI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RwmOxGUtNVY/s320/CIMG0700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356887609079672818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld85gDir_I/AAAAAAAAAYo/-8hPvb079y8/s320/CIMG0704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356887617036537986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld859sm0II/AAAAAAAAAYw/jrO68gg5E-s/s320/CIMG0714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld86QXYxDI/AAAAAAAAAY4/VH4W6fX1qTI/s1600-h/CIMG0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356887622047810610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld86QXYxDI/AAAAAAAAAY4/VH4W6fX1qTI/s320/CIMG0720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356888242635428290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld9eYPAUcI/AAAAAAAAAZI/c9rOaItJA1w/s320/CIMG0721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356888239809286802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sld9eNtM0pI/AAAAAAAAAZA/5B07h0SjAr0/s320/CIMG0718+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THANKS ALLAH FOR GIVING ME FAITHFUL FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-2618347277827621187?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/2618347277827621187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/2618347277827621187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/07/awesome-ohh.html' title='awesome ohh'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SleEx9LUl8I/AAAAAAAAAag/qRcVvmr2-wM/s72-c/SANY2494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-1096241030804531191</id><published>2009-07-01T23:33:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:10:06.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>evriting's gona be alright</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;gosh, i so dun wanna be sad animore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you ALLAH, for showering a little happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bdae is just in 2 daes time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;OLD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;can wait fer me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353749007980607810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SkxWW31IuUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/tNuZgxIxQdA/s320/4811_1120904781883_1204952408_30435096_2268303_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my classmate celebrated my advance bdae with bridget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; the funny part was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i knew there was a surprise going on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i didnt noe tt the surprise was fer me oso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i shouted to my classmate, nicely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saying _ " nono! not fair. i dun wanna celebrate! tis is not a surprise!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of which i ending up cutting the cake with bridget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THANK YOU W55A!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353749878497580546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SkxXJiwjlgI/AAAAAAAAAVo/JjwyuLFQB9Q/s320/Moske0415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353749973106627170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SkxXPDNHEmI/AAAAAAAAAVw/PYkjvcKhiws/s320/Moske0416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so today, while i was werking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i saw my one of my frens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from another ice cream shop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coming to thatt place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the weird thing is that hes nt werking! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sense someting fishy was going to happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; i was right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he paiseyy-ly went in my shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he bought fer me oreo slice cheese cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with a lit up candle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; i made a wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hush hush hush hush, i blew the fire away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH MISTER AZELY LAR!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; 1st highlight of the day is : FIRST PAISEYY MOMENTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;this is so totally disgusting &amp;amp; funny &amp;amp; stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;im sleeping in the train odw to work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&amp;amp; it was the ferst time i slept tat well in the train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&amp;amp; the next minute i knew, i was dropping something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i was a little DROOLING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;omfg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;it was so humiliating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i just hope no one saw the disgustin side of me lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; last highlight is: everything happen for a reason babe.&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/7584078144394753479-1096241030804531191?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/1096241030804531191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/1096241030804531191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/07/evritings-gona-be-alright.html' title='evriting&apos;s gona be alright'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SkxWW31IuUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/tNuZgxIxQdA/s72-c/4811_1120904781883_1204952408_30435096_2268303_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-3893993297719699603</id><published>2009-06-29T00:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T00:21:22.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awesome part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my bdae is coming up in a FEW DAYS??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMFG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shits have been piling up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; my patience is realli gona burst soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why is this so unfair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;can i clear all this shitts before my bdae comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i dun wanna get mad with anb0dy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; sorie if i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i just wanna have a sweet 18 fer myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; the thoought of not having the sweetest day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;is scaring me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i need you, yes you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to be considerate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; find time fer me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;before i get terribly sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thank yoou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;❤BlackBeauty❤™ says:&lt;br /&gt;yes no doubt it hurts&lt;br /&gt;❤BlackBeauty❤™ says:&lt;br /&gt;its ok to cry&lt;br /&gt;❤BlackBeauty❤™ says:&lt;br /&gt;its alright to feel hurt.&lt;br /&gt;❤BlackBeauty❤™ says:&lt;br /&gt;yes it takes time&lt;br /&gt;❤BlackBeauty❤™ says:&lt;br /&gt;but you have to remember that you dont have all the time in the world to fully get healed&lt;br /&gt;❤BlackBeauty❤™ says:&lt;br /&gt;aite dearie?&lt;br /&gt;❤BlackBeauty❤™ says:&lt;br /&gt;we get hurt --&gt; we cry --&gt; we reminisce --&gt; we cry&lt;br /&gt;❤BlackBeauty❤™ says:&lt;br /&gt;one thing that we forget is that in between those arrows, we got stronger. we actually did move on. only to know that at times when we reminisce back, we THOUGHT that we can't get over him but actually we did.&lt;br /&gt;❤BlackBeauty❤™ says:&lt;br /&gt;if not, we wont be here chatting baby&lt;br /&gt;❤BlackBeauty❤™ says:&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love you bestie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; ill try to repair myself by thursdae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;good luck to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n thank you bestie fer giving me the courage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7584078144394753479-3893993297719699603?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/3893993297719699603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/3893993297719699603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/06/awesome-part-2.html' title='awesome part 2'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-6893033124413584558</id><published>2009-06-28T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:54:28.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awesommee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SkZNpBUAIbI/AAAAAAAAATI/d8iXRNJBoSc/s1600-h/KidFinger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352050574298718642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SkZNpBUAIbI/AAAAAAAAATI/d8iXRNJBoSc/s320/KidFinger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sumbody was suppose to turn up on friday, but that sumbody didnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;giving excuses that sumbody overslept&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; i was obviously pissed off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;having a huge heartache, feeling weak going back home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; the only word that sumbody can come about is sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or up to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its so obvous that sumbody dont even bother to make it up to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so,how awesome can this be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sumbody enjoying sumbody's sentosa outing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really feel damn sucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive been stuffing my stmach with huge amnt of chocolates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just to make me feel happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;get this in ur brainn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go awwwayy if ure just coming back to hurt sumone even more&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im sick n tired with all your excuses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;drummer boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-6893033124413584558?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/6893033124413584558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/6893033124413584558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/06/awesommee.html' title='awesommee'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SkZNpBUAIbI/AAAAAAAAATI/d8iXRNJBoSc/s72-c/KidFinger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-8188240472871080001</id><published>2009-06-24T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:42:34.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUBILANT :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SkI7GkkUoJI/AAAAAAAAATA/tO0LsTa9JUc/s1600-h/SMILE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350904291350847634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SkI7GkkUoJI/AAAAAAAAATA/tO0LsTa9JUc/s320/SMILE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;im happy. really am. ive been smiling since yesterday. momma &amp;amp; sis have been pesturing me for answers on my smiles since yesterday. what i replied was, "senyum salah, nangis pon salah, den aper bolei buat nie??" HOHO. and yest nite afta moma went to slip, my sister came to me AGAIN askin me to explain.. making things simple, i end up explaining to her the stori when she was in the toilet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Excitements in life doesnt last long so appreciate it when it comes. :)&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/7584078144394753479-8188240472871080001?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/8188240472871080001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/8188240472871080001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/06/jubilant.html' title='JUBILANT :)'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SkI7GkkUoJI/AAAAAAAAATA/tO0LsTa9JUc/s72-c/SMILE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-7305107836551744514</id><published>2009-06-20T02:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:00:08.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dizzling hoT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hot night weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is killing me constanstly. i want it to rain every single night pwetti please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HOT inner system. im angry for alot of reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) due to the hotness in the bus when bestie told me something about someone,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;took out my handphone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;search under kept message&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;deletes 100 over plus messages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to phone contact list&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;deletes off his number&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)went to this bloog &amp;amp; oooooo..HOTNESS came..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;looks at the pic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;remembers the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he has a new girlfren, go fcuk ur nose mister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) hotness of memories&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feels like punching &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;punching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;punching evrything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) hotness of hair dryer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cleaning off dirt on white top at work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uses hair dryer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; hairdryer eats my hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have to cut some parts of the hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:( :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OKAE. tats all i guess for now. shit. curse this week. i tink i got 4 daes of lab work..urgh. hate lab work.hate lab work.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-7305107836551744514?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/7305107836551744514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/7305107836551744514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/06/dizzling-hot.html' title='dizzling hoT'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-7861026516919011035</id><published>2009-06-14T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:43:33.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SjUVekTF1XI/AAAAAAAAAS4/RerupCNt9xo/s1600-h/bts.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347203747456341362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SjUVekTF1XI/AAAAAAAAAS4/RerupCNt9xo/s320/bts.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;arghh. shit.. school is so startingg tomorow. &amp;amp; i have lab lesson. so UN COOL. plus UT tomorow. BAHH. what can be worser than this. sheesh. can i have a month of holiday pwetti please. im too tired to go to school tomorow. n wow! sumbody pissed me off today really bad. WHATEVER lahh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that person whom i tried to ignore came back in my dreams&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;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/vhpZXcwFsgc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/vhpZXcwFsgc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; ps:DANGO MISSES&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/7584078144394753479-7861026516919011035?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/7861026516919011035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/7861026516919011035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/06/school2.html' title='school2'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SjUVekTF1XI/AAAAAAAAAS4/RerupCNt9xo/s72-c/bts.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-6819227995799036973</id><published>2009-06-10T01:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T02:04:03.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that straight heartache</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Si6i5WsNVDI/AAAAAAAAASw/PYuKZm8WcKY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345388913962603570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Si6i5WsNVDI/AAAAAAAAASw/PYuKZm8WcKY/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;ive decided to live my own life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;to leave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;i will neva stop that particular sumone frem going away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;i and you, i guess we are tooo way much different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;i tried my best but it was a total failure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;i believe that everything happens fer a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&amp;amp; tis goodbye, happens for a reasonn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;i wll try my best not to remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;not to utter even the tiny-weeny tingss bout you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;it was all plainly excuses to get rid of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;&amp;amp; ure done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;u got ridd of me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;goodbye love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/7584078144394753479-6819227995799036973?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/6819227995799036973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/6819227995799036973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/06/that-straight-heartache.html' title='that straight heartache'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Si6i5WsNVDI/AAAAAAAAASw/PYuKZm8WcKY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-4652170359171831562</id><published>2009-06-06T01:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T02:26:10.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hapi bdae aisya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SilYoxbGkVI/AAAAAAAAARo/3gL9UlQXfPk/s1600-h/001_052gfo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343899890336829778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SilYoxbGkVI/AAAAAAAAARo/3gL9UlQXfPk/s320/001_052gfo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TO MY DEAREST BESTIE, AISYA MAZ'ALI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 18TH BDAE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; I LOVE YOU ALOT. :):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;today bdae surprise turn out damn well. although dey blame me fer the sucky planning. what happen just now was i brought aisya to p.r park &amp;amp; taraaa.. all my girlfriends and my closest boyfriends were there singing a happy bdae song to her. &amp;amp; her reaction was, "LIAR! U ALL LIED TO ME SAYING ALL OF U WERENT FREE!" haha. i could only smile and laugh to her. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; THE AMAZING PART WAS -) my dearest frens sang me a song too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"SHAFAWANI FCUK U. SHAWANI FCUK U!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;because i came there kinda late.. wtf??hoho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&amp;amp; i really hope my bestie enjoyed her 18 bdae &amp;amp; my present i gave to her..heee :):).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;so before that, something terrible happen. i was sleeping really peacefully when sumbody went in my roon arnd 7 or 8 plus and hang alot of stupid clothes in my room. going in and out. the sound of the door banging irritate me for that moment. so after she finally went out, some bloody idiot went in my room again doing whatever thing &amp;amp; banging the fcuking door. &amp;amp; AGAIN, i was fcuking irritated. i swear at that i will get mad with the 3rd banging if it happens. of which.....AMAZINGLY!! it did.. &amp;amp; i was scolding HER for my lack of sleep and vigorously uttering stupid words to her. i actualli lock up the room. but she used the key to unlock the room back. urghh. cbcb. i cried on my bed while trying to force myself to go to sleep . &amp;amp; poof! when i woke up, my eyes were damn swollen. thanks family. tank you so much. * lucky it lessen when i met up with bestie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;so in conclusion, i am still pissed with the family. stupid2. &amp;amp; ive been missing this guy damn badly .a single msg can really calm me down for a while. i swear it will. haha. wonderfull wonderfull wonderful liffee i got. goshh. heart pain siao. but if u wanna go, den go. ill give u that space ferever &amp;amp; i will neva force you to stay. NEVER. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343909821623085986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Silhq2WQq6I/AAAAAAAAASQ/gif4SPKO9-o/s320/HappyBirthday62.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i got a bdae wish list!! &amp;amp; my bdae is so in A MONTH TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i want a gold CASIO watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343910696876850978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Silidy7BPyI/AAAAAAAAASY/nVkmmm-CHQo/s320/Casio_A_168WG_9UR_Large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i want a huge2 bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343910704388654034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SilieO5-Q9I/AAAAAAAAASo/hDiqkaPJoBk/s320/Plush-Toy-Bear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i want nike air max shoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343910703754394850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SilieMiwPOI/AAAAAAAAASg/C1nZAmmjR0c/s320/nike-air-max-light-black-bright-cactus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;i want my closest TR, girlfriends, &amp;amp; boyfriends to be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i want a cookies &amp;amp; cream chocolate brownie bdae cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343909175744676546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SilhFQQ2QsI/AAAAAAAAAR4/SrsOdT_-aLU/s320/cookies%2520n%2520cream%2520delight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;can can??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-4652170359171831562?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/4652170359171831562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/4652170359171831562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/06/hapi-bdae-aisya.html' title='hapi bdae aisya!'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SilYoxbGkVI/AAAAAAAAARo/3gL9UlQXfPk/s72-c/001_052gfo3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-6523629883807176430</id><published>2009-06-04T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:41:06.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first &amp; lasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;#1- i hate it when i come to work and get lectured instead. shiit. &amp;amp; all of these is just because of my grooming. n especially my dry lips. nabeyy! like hello! i was born with these easily dry lips. u cant expect me to touch up all the time right. being a good customer bonded person and being well groomed is two TOTALLY different expections. you freakos either choose you want that pretty2 me or the good2 service me. URGH. &amp;amp; stop comparing me and my sister when im at work. its a totally wrong2 thing to say and expecting me to be like her is totalli NONO way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;#2 - i hate my life. hardcore i tell you. dammit. with financial breakdown.i cant stand the freaking mess animore. &amp;amp; all i ever ask for from my family is to pay my hp bills. but now, everyting i have to pay! wat great family i have. &amp;amp; dun blame me if i neva do any housework, i just am too tired. tis is toally bloody bloody unfair.My salary fer tis month is just not enough. &amp;amp; im dead meat. dead dead dead dead HANIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;#3- i want to meet this one person badly. &amp;amp; i hope its before my bdae. gosh im getting older and i want to stay sweet 18 after that. always2 sweet 18... can can??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;#4- i am a total FAILURE. geddit? F-A-I-L-U-R-E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-6523629883807176430?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/6523629883807176430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/6523629883807176430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-lasy.html' title='first &amp; lasy'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-2977148547529885299</id><published>2009-05-31T23:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:01:05.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haiyak!</title><content type='html'>gosh. im always fighting with him lah.. argh. rindu kamu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NBJ_FPlkPDg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NBJ_FPlkPDg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-2977148547529885299?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/2977148547529885299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/2977148547529885299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/05/haiyak.html' title='haiyak!'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-3056912055335139788</id><published>2009-05-30T13:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:26:50.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSYY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;gosh. havent been updating blog fer a few days already. damn2 busy with school. so many test &amp;amp; i tink im so gona FAIL the ferst test. no hope.no hope. I SO NEED TO STUDY MORE ABOUT MOLESSSSS!! i curse that person who came up with that theory lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&amp;amp; now life is too complicated to describe. so yerp2. yest me n bestie cooked maggi goreng with egg and sausages. haha. it turn out nice nice nice. YUM2. oh yah, im so putting on weight lahh.. nabeyy. this is all because sumbody called me aneroxic the other day lahh. NABEY. i so need to go exercise one of these days. im being too lazzyyy. EXERCISE LAHH U HANIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;can i have my drummer please?? he loves goin missing lahh. too busy with the art of music i guess. &amp;amp; totally ferget that i exist. SHEESH. good luck fer the performance tomorrow babe. arghhh. no comments no comments.&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;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS: SAFIAH. wheres our pics at fish n co. i want it noe. i want it now pweeti please..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/7584078144394753479-3056912055335139788?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/3056912055335139788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/3056912055335139788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/05/busyy.html' title='BUSYY'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-58236544988315491</id><published>2009-05-22T23:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:23:23.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DANGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/ShbB6vmbUwI/AAAAAAAAARg/sVomj8Yqf8U/s1600-h/sad_girl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338667623248515842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/ShbB6vmbUwI/AAAAAAAAARg/sVomj8Yqf8U/s320/sad_girl2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;in this dreadful night, i could feel something clinging on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;this unexplainable words i could not lay out to become a complete sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;that hidden sorrow i have never met has been haunting my days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;stupidity &amp;amp; insanity for falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i dont exist in that routine of that extra ordinary super human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;that dream of that part of me, was not even appreciated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;for what reason should i stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;promising my life to that whom was too busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;promising my life to that whom wilingly doesnt plan to meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i love you but i refuse to stay&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/7584078144394753479-58236544988315491?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/58236544988315491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/58236544988315491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/05/dango.html' title='DANGO'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/ShbB6vmbUwI/AAAAAAAAARg/sVomj8Yqf8U/s72-c/sad_girl2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-1079088328622988850</id><published>2009-05-13T23:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T04:45:03.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>once upon hanie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sg3UMglgIWI/AAAAAAAAARY/wqRu3ZTN5rQ/s1600-h/Moske0366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336154444874654050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sg3UMglgIWI/AAAAAAAAARY/wqRu3ZTN5rQ/s320/Moske0366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my brain, devastating. i dunno wats goin on. i cant differentiate whats wrong &amp;amp; right. ill bet, u cant handle this pressure if ure in my position. im dying in evri way &amp;amp; i wanna run away. run far2 away from singapore! i noe its safe here. but life here reali reali do damn sux.i wish to migrate &amp;amp; bring my momma along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;EWW. ive neva been this freaked out before. i went out with sumone whom stalks people. who made use of gerls. &amp;amp; i feel realli2 disgusteddd! YUCKSS! stupid pshyco. ewwww. i wish i never did went to escape. aidaa, hes a phsyco. i swear he is. &amp;amp; tanx to my classmate, ZEE, i knew the most important facts about him. gosh, ure my saviour ZEE! thank you veri2 much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;one of the daes in RP, i saw him. ahha. him.the one in blur shirt standing beside the bubble tea shop. i dunno if he's looking. but i notice him far way ahead. good luck in your life okae. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336153121822351346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sg3S_f1QH_I/AAAAAAAAARA/YMuokkWHBrY/s320/000-052yzNG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for asy, i guess hes gone. he didnt call. didnt sms. didnt repli my msgs. okae. i have enough of this. composing a song was ubberly sweet. but disappearing, isnt.&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; on top is just one of the random pics i saw with u in it. i swear, iMY ALOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336153122394144226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sg3S_h9k_eI/AAAAAAAAARI/qVvo46ChZAg/s320/DSC03777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336153128473987410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sg3S_4nICVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/-izZIrG49wo/s320/DSC03653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;met up with GP the other day. its been a loong2 time since we did some gathering session. haha. those memories we had. some were just pain in the arse. &amp;amp; some, were simply joyful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7584078144394753479-1079088328622988850?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/1079088328622988850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/1079088328622988850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/05/once-upon-hanie.html' title='once upon hanie'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sg3UMglgIWI/AAAAAAAAARY/wqRu3ZTN5rQ/s72-c/Moske0366.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-1694776732138633628</id><published>2009-05-10T01:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T01:57:26.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good daes bad daes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;sumone has been MIA since last tuesdae n i wonder when is she returning home&lt;br /&gt;called her up on friday to ask about baking flour &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; she scolded me fer not searching fer her&lt;br /&gt;hah. im just sick n tired to resist her nonsense of running away from the facts of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333879598167391730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SgW_PAN4ffI/AAAAAAAAAP4/PoJjvUzlS9g/s320/Moske0359_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;REDBULL is damn necessary to start a hectic day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my class was full of redbull&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; we wondered whats with the shag faces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when its only WEDNESDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to bake cupcakes on friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at besties house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OOOOOooooOOooooOO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im such a good baker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha. joking only LAH.&lt;br /&gt;but the cupcakes turn out pretty well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; its EDIBLE&lt;br /&gt;we should bake more cakes okae bestie!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SgW_P0lH8aI/AAAAAAAAAQY/BjaVYrynO00/s1600-h/Moske0363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333879612223517090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SgW_P0lH8aI/AAAAAAAAAQY/BjaVYrynO00/s320/Moske0363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SgW_P2y4wqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_VWLSg_c5KQ/s1600-h/Moske0362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333879612818113186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SgW_P2y4wqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_VWLSg_c5KQ/s320/Moske0362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333880979402338546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SgXAfZt9MPI/AAAAAAAAAQg/zRmbZhOhv2o/s320/Moske0364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SgW_PoC4Y9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/zMukN_sCCjs/s1600-h/Moske0361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333879608858665938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SgW_PoC4Y9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/zMukN_sCCjs/s320/Moske0361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SgW_PfpmyFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/GVqS5MPAYs8/s1600-h/Moske0360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333879606605170770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SgW_PfpmyFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/GVqS5MPAYs8/s320/Moske0360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SgXAgp-Je0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/dGxi1Cyl-Yc/s1600-h/Moske0366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333881000945089346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SgXAgp-Je0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/dGxi1Cyl-Yc/s320/Moske0366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SgXAgdlUDzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/FS-k-4VJ4C8/s1600-h/Moske0365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333880997619699506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SgXAgdlUDzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/FS-k-4VJ4C8/s320/Moske0365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPI BDAE SAFIAH.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i neva did ferget ur bdae date&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;may ur wishes come true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; may u find the right one in ur life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know you will find ur happiness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now or laterr in life, im sure&lt;br /&gt;one step closer to death.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333881005439896050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SgXAg6tyyfI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nvKfjMFZ-aM/s320/Moske0350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO, today i went to escape theme park with bro in law &amp;amp; sis &amp;amp; nephews&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had so much FUN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i never did regret following them today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; i make one new fren names ZUHAYR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hes a fren of aida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; i so love to drive the 'racing car' just now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cant wait to take my bike license!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ill update the pics soon aites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; i saw sumone in FISH n CO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mohd syahren. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-1694776732138633628?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/1694776732138633628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/1694776732138633628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-daes-bad-daes.html' title='good daes bad daes'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SgW_PAN4ffI/AAAAAAAAAP4/PoJjvUzlS9g/s72-c/Moske0359_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-3378270077879471440</id><published>2009-05-05T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:54:11.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>babyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SgBd3zWK5-I/AAAAAAAAAPw/-rrvZuf_m2s/s1600-h/000D052cfHO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332365172064053218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SgBd3zWK5-I/AAAAAAAAAPw/-rrvZuf_m2s/s320/000D052cfHO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mister drummer, my ASY. get well soon babe. &amp;amp; pwetti please dun sleep too much. its gona worsen ur condition. &amp;amp; remember to take ur medicine. i just recovered from my sickness. it's his turn now. pity him veri2 much. hes damn bloody sick &amp;amp; imy ALOT. get well real soon baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;composing a song fer me is the damn sweetest ting. thank you alot.mister asy,do make me melt more by just singing. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been fighting with bestie. i dunno wth is happening in our brains. but we are kinda okae now. no hard feelings babe. i might be unreasonable. over sensitive but i still love u bestie.&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/7584078144394753479-3378270077879471440?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/3378270077879471440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/3378270077879471440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/05/babyy.html' title='babyy'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SgBd3zWK5-I/AAAAAAAAAPw/-rrvZuf_m2s/s72-c/000D052cfHO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-387414080910447127</id><published>2009-05-03T22:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T15:22:47.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nabeyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;it has been since 2 weeks plus ive been nt werking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;less pocket money!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&amp;amp; i was being posted to other outlets instead of my own today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ohh. tiring butt kinda funn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&amp;amp; there my instinct was telling me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;n it was so keen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i keep on looking out of my shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;TARAAA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;my instinct was definitely rite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;my instinct told me i was goin to see someone with a gerl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;just that sumone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&amp;amp; i tot it was going to be asy, but it wasnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i saw sumone wif bag pack n black cap n black watch n maybe black jacket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;he was passing the shop with that gerl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i knew who was him, who was her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i literally went out of the shop n took a clearer view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&amp;amp; went in back, saying to my cliques&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;SEE! I TOLD U THAT IM GONA SEE SUMONE WALKING WITH A GERL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha. stupid memories. stupid me. BAHH. ps: clue-) WISMA :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7584078144394753479-387414080910447127?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/387414080910447127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/387414080910447127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/05/nabeyy.html' title='nabeyy'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-1515843385463605012</id><published>2009-05-02T02:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T03:26:54.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sakit pon nak klua.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boredom kills and its friday! i wont stand the fact that when people are going hectic, im sitting at home rotting like a rotten apple. THANK GOD, my sis saved my life. i took my own sweet time to shower and when i went out of the house, it was already 6 plus in the evening. Went out to orchard and bought a few things there. this might sound lame but FINALLY, i tasted figer licking good PASTAMANIA. it was quite nice n the service there was kinda okay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330934771242547634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SftI7hCwubI/AAAAAAAAAPg/_3Oui5YWfMo/s320/CIMG0505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;n THANK GOD AGAIN, my bro in law picked us up at takashimaya or else my sis &amp;amp; my naughty nephew will have to suffer my mourn all the way back home in the train. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330934777654108018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SftI747ZX3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/gHu-CJ41iqg/s320/CIMG0511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;around 12 plus am just now, i had the gerls family talk. it was super duper fun &amp;amp; PAINFUL eventhough i was already half asleep. the painful part---) my sis was given permission by my momma to hit my head softly with the edge of the camera. &amp;amp; she did it more than i expect her to do. reason fer the punishment was that momma n sis agreed i was damn stupid not to choose sumone who they like alot n who likes me alot. &amp;amp; it all comess down to the ONE YEAR AGO STORY. which i keep emphasizing that im totally over that idotic idiot. they laughed when i told them that the idiot is turning into a beast sooner or later &amp;amp; i dun regret by his decision leaving me behind.&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/7584078144394753479-1515843385463605012?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/1515843385463605012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/1515843385463605012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/05/sakit-pon-nak-klua.html' title='sakit pon nak klua.'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SftI7hCwubI/AAAAAAAAAPg/_3Oui5YWfMo/s72-c/CIMG0505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-8364402079383777785</id><published>2009-04-30T23:27:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:58:08.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>arghh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;realatively&lt;/span&gt; a very bad&lt;br /&gt;day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mislook&lt;/span&gt; on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sumone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;pissed with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bestie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;felt that i was shitted into&lt;br /&gt;puddle of shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forgave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bestie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;had some care &amp;amp; sharing sessions &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wif&lt;/span&gt; the boys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 key ADVICES to advice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bestie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bestie&lt;/span&gt; had some care &amp;amp; sharing session &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wif&lt;/span&gt; the boys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she called me up asking random questions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;put down the phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she cried &amp;amp; i felt freaking bad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;/div&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;duno&lt;/span&gt; what to do now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STRESS= I EAT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; JUST&lt;br /&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bestie&lt;/span&gt; called, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;safiah&lt;/span&gt; called&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i thought she was acting stupid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;actualli&lt;/span&gt; she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she tot i was the one who called her up &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;WASNT&lt;/span&gt; the one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weird weird weird.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;thinking bout mistakes during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hariraya&lt;/span&gt; last year.the amount spent with a complete stranger that only lasted 2 weeks.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; bear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;animore&lt;/span&gt; if the same thing happen now.he can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;oso&lt;/span&gt; leave after 2 weeks.the right one is so hard to find.but i hope he can be the one.i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;duno&lt;/span&gt; whats &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;gona&lt;/span&gt; happen now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dunno why on earth are bad things bundling up, and strikes just like the shooting star&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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;/div&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;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 most precious living organism in my life:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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;strong&gt;#1 family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2 TR especially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;bestie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;asy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&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/7584078144394753479-8364402079383777785?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/8364402079383777785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/8364402079383777785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/04/arghh.html' title='arghh'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-8467985590359324847</id><published>2009-04-28T14:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:56:42.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sickk again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SfawgceJvUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/kVtFWhsIcLk/s1600-h/Moske0344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329641280484523330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SfawgceJvUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/kVtFWhsIcLk/s320/Moske0344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its been quite a long time since ive fallen sick. so today was the day. my throat was fcukingly sore and now. im having flu. oh gosh.hu wants to be a sicko kid? I TOTALLI DONT. plus the heavy rain, i want my hot hot sun back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mccafe or to be exact, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DOWNTOWN EAST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, has lately been the hottest spot fer my gerls to see sumone who is totalli in my black list. &amp;amp; im laughing out loud and thanking god so much that god has prevented me frem going there several times. evritin happens fer a reason. n im smiling so widely to noe the fact that he is a totalli fcuked up guy. moron dumb fcuk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im missing my TR fer quite sometime now. so my dear TR dedettes. meet me up as soon as u all can. &amp;amp; i am so totalli gona plan next outing. u gerls planning sux sumtimes. hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEAR SAFIAH,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329641283765637442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SfawgosbkUI/AAAAAAAAAPY/K-EX89ul75k/s320/Moske0346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life is full of challenges. &amp;amp; im veri sure u can achieve wat u alwaes want in life. all the hardships ure going through now, im here fer u no matter wat. its been since like how many many many years ago since i know u. &amp;amp; i hope tis friendship will last fer eternity. we have been going through almost the same thing in life. having the same number of siblings and family problems. its the best to let it all out to u. n vice versa.so dun give up in anitin u do. n ure nt fat. :):)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive realise the fact that im over sumone COMPLETELY. n im so nt gonna turn my head back. &amp;amp; now i can even laugh remembering back the past. its damn hilarious.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;SO QUESTION OF THE DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can u LIKE a person even before meeting him?? answer through commenting. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-8467985590359324847?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/8467985590359324847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/8467985590359324847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/04/sickk-again.html' title='sickk again'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SfawgceJvUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/kVtFWhsIcLk/s72-c/Moske0344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-356106966133723197</id><published>2009-04-24T15:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T15:02:57.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jubilant daes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i was totally a different person yesterdae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;alot of people made my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; i was happy as a kid hu got rich in a dae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i was in a super duper good mood that i'd say YES to anitin good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;even bestie said, " if ure like tis every single day, ill love u much more"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; i simply replied, " u will love me no matter how shitty i can get, :)"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so today, sumbody was extra weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sumbody message me earli in the morning asking for my class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&amp;amp; sumbody said if u get a suprise, just smile okie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;there i was, wondering what the hell is tis person trying to get across to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and finally around 11 plus, i got the suprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heiqal aka my king of fart started to chat with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;asking whether i already found out the guessing game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;which i was excitedly waitin fer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i went to the facilitator's desk as i was being asked by heiqal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; found my surprise!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tank u dear fren, u realli made my dae :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328303594573334994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SfHv44H7CdI/AAAAAAAAAPI/TN-p15zdTkA/s320/Moske0337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SfHv4aSr0gI/AAAAAAAAAOw/kvBn-ELnxKw/s1600-h/Moske0338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328303586565411330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SfHv4aSr0gI/AAAAAAAAAOw/kvBn-ELnxKw/s320/Moske0338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tis was in the tiny envelope&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328303590002721490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SfHv4nGNAtI/AAAAAAAAAO4/S7egpcgIlqI/s320/Moske0339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328303591607627234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SfHv4tE17eI/AAAAAAAAAPA/k0WPwPL14GQ/s320/Moske0340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;how sweet can my king of fart be? tanx once again HEIQAL . :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ps:im getting fat. stop eating hanie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-356106966133723197?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/356106966133723197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/356106966133723197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/04/jubilant-daes.html' title='jubilant daes'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SfHv44H7CdI/AAAAAAAAAPI/TN-p15zdTkA/s72-c/Moske0337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-4965896364755960729</id><published>2009-04-22T09:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:34:42.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>urghhh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;im totally PISSED with mr field!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hes being a total pain in&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;the ass. &amp;amp; i cant stand it animore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ive moved on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; fer once, can u stop all ur bullshits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; fer once im saying, i jolly well dun care who the hell u wanna flirt with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i hate chatting wif a super big ego flirtatious guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u can be that one guy with the looks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but if ur attitude sucks, it all goes in the bloody muddy drain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i saw him from far &amp;amp; i sighed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he can be a good fren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IF he talks lesser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ps:damn fcuking mad wif mister FIELD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-4965896364755960729?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/4965896364755960729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/4965896364755960729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/04/urghhh.html' title='urghhh.'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-7184896289160588923</id><published>2009-04-20T21:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T09:55:28.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>toss n turn</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; today morning, i culdnt sleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i toss n turn till near 5 am &amp;amp; woke up at 6 am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there was just one image displaying in my mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nono, exactly 2 images&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all the night it was haunting me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or issit the ice cino tt i drank last night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i knew tt i gave up sleeping when it was 3 plus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i stared up to the ceiling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; there,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my white night ceiling turn to 2 split horrible faces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i tried closing my eyes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; try dreaming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but that horrible faces wont stop laughing &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i could only vanish the anger by pouring out a bit &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the ceiling was the worst of my enemy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i swore full hearted-ly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the promise that i said to two of my bestie before going to slip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that promise that i'll remember to fulfill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the same promise that haunt me throughout the nite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; the same promise, that made me nearly insane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&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/7584078144394753479-7184896289160588923?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/7184896289160588923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/7184896289160588923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/04/toss-n-turn.html' title='toss n turn'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-5739771117872598479</id><published>2009-04-20T00:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:46:12.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tomorrow is the ferst day of school n yet im still not asleep. have thousands of tings to do but none are done yet. n im sitting infront of tis lappy of mine wondering wtf am i nt asleep yet. i hate my course n i hate myself. BAHH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha. okae. i know why. ahh. diam uh wani. went out wif gerlfrens todae n scolded them almost half of the journey. n in return, i got twice as much scolding frem them. ohh gosh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;can today be ani more worser.haha.HOHO.nbcb. school sux. school sux. n i sux. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;amp; it was a surprise to me that sumone actualli read tis thrash piece of mine. okae. truthfully. i am still pissed. n jealous. n again feeling unwell. n shivering. n crying. haha. COMBO set lah seii nie. bestie reminded me so much to utter all my feelings out. but yet. ill prefer to keep it deep down eventhough it feells damn bloody exploding. sheesh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hate tis part right here. &amp;amp; i have no words to describe it. i didnt packed my bag. i called bestie, nearli crying my soul out. &amp;amp; seriuzli, i was fcuking shivering. it was the same ting tt happen a year ago. the same feeling. n i hate tis part. haha.. im turning as krazy as my mom n dad. but a little bit more crazier. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; WTH!i should be packing n sleeping. shit me. &amp;amp; i should ferget evriting like NOW .kk. adios. &amp;amp; ps: 19 &amp;amp; 20 april= jackasss DAY&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/7584078144394753479-5739771117872598479?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/5739771117872598479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/5739771117872598479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/04/school.html' title='school.'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-5186449094770728742</id><published>2009-04-18T00:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T16:57:24.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dot dots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;oh gosh. i so miss my mp4 &amp;amp; like finally i got it just now. self declare. MP4 IS SO MY FERST B.F. kk. i dun have to mood to blog initially. im feeling fcukingly crap now. listening to songs which was ages due. ohh goshh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;went down at meet my neighbour, firdaus. &amp;amp; i actualli smoked wif him. to release my stress. n now the ciggys giving me the damn headaches. whats becoming out of me. im perspiring &amp;amp; im feeling unwell.&amp;amp; his pm, FRENS WE ARE. so ill just assume he just wanna be frens wif me. omg. i feel like killing myself. i cant stand the pressure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;its been way too long since i had tis feeling. n now. it will have to vanish. im mad. i really am.but fer the ferst time, i have to admit, im in love once again. oh god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325951688628436930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SemU17uW_8I/AAAAAAAAAOg/lvlN__VJ3vw/s320/Mujhse_dosti_karoge_promopic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;watch this story just now. its quite long time ago storie. but ive neva watched it before. &amp;amp; it was superb. so fer those hindustan freako, tis is one movie u have to watch. i cried damn much. n the storie plot reminds me more about him. n i cant stand tis heavy lifting feelings. bestie says, ferget him. &amp;amp; ill try my best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;ure damn stupid wani.veri2 stoopid.&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/7584078144394753479-5186449094770728742?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/5186449094770728742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/5186449094770728742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/04/dot-dots.html' title='dot dots'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SemU17uW_8I/AAAAAAAAAOg/lvlN__VJ3vw/s72-c/Mujhse_dosti_karoge_promopic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-5350666300802886649</id><published>2009-04-13T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T00:26:41.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>done</title><content type='html'>i want this feeling to go away. right here . right now. i dun care. yest. went out again. &amp;amp; i came to a conclusion whereby i must go away frem tis situation as soon as i can. his been calling up tis gerl called ******* a.k.a ***. n i guess he took pics wif her too. i noe i jolly well dun have the right to get mad. bt tis anguish has been dreadfully dragging. &amp;amp; i swear, i want it to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;added ***. &amp;amp; saw her pic with him. so including tis, ive been seeing the same face at his hp, n her tagg. shes gorgeous. wayy too gorgeous compared to me. neither im pretty nor im sweet nor im compatible wif u. im nt ur standard. she is. so yah. tts why, yest, aku sedihh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna hold my hopes too high. i might trip &amp;amp; fall &amp;amp; hurt myself. there's just something bout you den i can find &amp;amp; dat can make me happy. praying so much that this time ALLAH would make it right. but god didnt. its hard to tell the truth bout tis impossible feeling. so ill just keep it fer now. i guess it doesnt matter animore. after seeing the facts, im hopelessly shagg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;((: I'm Saffy ((: says:&lt;br /&gt;mayB he oni treats eu as a frn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;safiah said tis to me. &amp;amp; i guess shes right. so please. go away ferm me u perfect stranger.i dun wanna fall any more deeper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; just go away.just go away. just go away. ill just rather be not hapi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;i dun care. i dun care. i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.i dun care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;now some situation is going on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;n wat i try to do is make a fool out of myself n LOL. bahh. its the onie ting i can do.. sheesh.&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/7584078144394753479-5350666300802886649?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/5350666300802886649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/5350666300802886649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/04/done.html' title='done'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-2645981628035068142</id><published>2009-04-12T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:20:01.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>full moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;full moon= happy me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ive been loving full moon since i duno when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;btw, realli had an awesome day last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;wonderful2 place. full with a bundle of crapness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i dunno what reformation ive been going through nowdaes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smiling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;giggling to myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy2 life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;felt nearly completed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;can i lie to myself that im seriously and 100% sure that im not falling fer anibody. historically, LOVE has not been existing in me since last year. &amp;amp; GUGUGAGA, im feeling the same way as how i used to a year ago. DAMN. tis must be bloody shitty. &amp;amp; it takes two hands to clap. but i only got one. ill make sure ill cut off the hand, IF I CAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;it doesnt mean when a person dun text or give u call, he or she doesnt care right? but in my case, ill tink the other way round. stupid2. gosh. &amp;amp; as when i was just typing bout tis call. the 'ONE' called me up. hell yeah. like he said.. way too much of chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ps:i tink im having 'THAT' feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-2645981628035068142?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/2645981628035068142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/2645981628035068142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/04/full-moon.html' title='full moon'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-1702164490910963376</id><published>2009-04-11T01:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T02:20:01.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bestie love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;im in the most fcukingly hell of a major situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;bestie just isnt talking to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&amp;amp; trust me, tis isnt normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;although besties do fight often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tis is just &lt;strong&gt;abnormal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;he is just another fren aisya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;why cant i make frens wif him as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i just dun understand u sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i did break the bestie rule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&amp;amp; im sorri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&amp;amp; when i just wanted to tell u how i felt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i guess u wuldnt want &amp;amp; try to understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i dunno where to start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;but i just want u to be happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i love u so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TO BESTIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;half the day spent werking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i was smiling in the shop endlessly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;checking my hp countless of times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i realli didnt noe wat the heck i was trying to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;deny-ing the feelings tts popping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;TIS IS MERELY IMPOSSIBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;thinking of my bestie, i shut close these stupid feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;omg, i want my bestie now to tell her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;but i guess my first priority is still her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i had this strange feelings of great highness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;few daes back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;even before meeting him tt day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i dunno why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but its been a long time since i felt great highness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;n SMILED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the other party, wont feel the same way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;thats the fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but wat if its the first time, after ages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;im finally feeling the likeness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;without even knowing the person well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&amp;amp; proudly stand up as say, i will be so happy to get him in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;wont u be happy fer me too bestie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-1702164490910963376?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/1702164490910963376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/1702164490910963376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/04/bestie-love.html' title='bestie love'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-3550655471763622561</id><published>2009-04-10T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T01:51:31.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby just knock it out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i&lt;strong&gt; just cant resist the tension of being at home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blah blah blah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;noisy noisy noisy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will not &amp;amp; can neva sit in the house fer 24 hrs. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it really kills.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; kelly baby, if u coincidently find my blog tis veri day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im sorri that i had to lie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to cover up my history&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hes nt a fren of aisya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hes just sumone u strongly should ask me about&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; JUN stole him away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wasting my brain cells to tink about the unnecessary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ur juvenility sucks damn lots&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ur pride is bigger den ur balls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;n i hate u.&lt;/strong&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/7584078144394753479-3550655471763622561?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/3550655471763622561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/3550655471763622561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-just-knock-it-out.html' title='baby just knock it out'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-1066400798197843432</id><published>2009-04-08T01:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T02:19:43.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the loud cheetah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one of my babes in TR is being hospitalised due to some sudden illness faced. azura was always being the one irritating bitch. but i still do love her. she doesnt talk. she shouts as if im across the pacific ocean. &amp;amp; wat this sick gerl did in the hospital was suprisingly un usual. she talks as soft or softer than normal human. &amp;amp; TARAA.. she tries to beat me up wif her 'KAMBING' even in her sick condition.gila punya org.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&amp;amp; it was so funny when i realised we become such good gerlfrens till now when initially we used to hate each other back then. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GET WELL SOON BABY. ily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322004714149042498" style="DISPLAY: block; 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WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SduPGF3uT6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/6jqdAWED_w0/s320/Moske0323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp; afta that. went to lepak2 at tam mart mac. n it was the bloody ferst time. safiah n morsyid tagg along wif me &amp;amp; aisya n slack till 12 plus in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;PS: i want to shit! please throw the constipation aside NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322004723283159970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SduPGUA-a6I/AAAAAAAAAOA/wwbHNFV09WY/s320/Moske0326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322005292962649298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SduPnePJlNI/AAAAAAAAAOI/7dqB_oRTgN4/s320/Moske0324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322005297310550802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SduPnubxSxI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/oMzI1p6GoV4/s320/Moske0327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322005301974283906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SduPn_zsNoI/AAAAAAAAAOY/pbl4ySCz_2s/s320/Moske0328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-1066400798197843432?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/1066400798197843432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/1066400798197843432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/04/loud-cheetah.html' title='the loud cheetah'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SduPFx_O2UI/AAAAAAAAANo/jmT0gY5brys/s72-c/Moske0321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-5873274355786068171</id><published>2009-04-07T01:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T01:28:30.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26 feb 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;tremendousness rain fall today could nearly be compared to tears that was awaiting to touch the earth surface. under the umbrella, gripping a strong n firm hold, tears fell as much. workplce: moving in a circular motion. one message. one reply. one word. could ruin every strength. it was as if the weather knew &amp;amp; felt the same way. joining the downfall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;same situation, different cast. same him, different her. so would tears come out when she decide to quit her job? the same ting i did a year ago. staring down, all the way, i couldnt describe how insane i was in the train. but nothing else appeared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im totalli done. finished. but it still kept haunting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/7584078144394753479-5873274355786068171?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/5873274355786068171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/5873274355786068171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/04/26-feb-08.html' title='26 feb 08'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-4898331428517737465</id><published>2009-04-05T00:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:57:29.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emptying bowels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SdeP4eh_uUI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qg3XA0oo0tI/s1600-h/Moske0315.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;&amp;amp; just now, was so emptying bowels day . i had rather a long and painful stomach since 2 daes ago. so went to werk. started at 12 15 p.m bcause i was late. HAHA. few mintues later. went to guardian and bought this thing to get rid of my constipation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320875223483167090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SdeL0xXkMXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/gKFuW7Y8nd8/s320/Moske0320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;trust me. buy this. and i bet u wont wanna buy it again. I swear. I WONT BUY IT AGAIN&gt; its damn fcuking powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i went for my break at 5PM. drank only a cup of hot milo bcause i seriuzli have no mood to eat. n at 5: 28PM, my stomach started to react. &amp;amp; VA VA VOOOM. i went to loo sticking my ass on the bowl fer near to 1 hour. it was really damn painful. i threw my shoes away frem me. n not forgetting my new specs. that goes on the floor too. my incharge even went to the toilet to check out whether i was alright. which obviously, I WASNT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;so after all the trouble i went through, THANK ALLAH fer saving me. my stomach ache stopped. n now im feeling way much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320878500300499426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SdeOzgdsqeI/AAAAAAAAAMw/4xyJf83S9mY/s320/Moske0313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320878508665416562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SdeOz_oDK3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/n-BAFpFsTl4/s320/Moske0314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;took this picture when i was on the way back home frem school. configuring my lappy which onie takes around 15 mins!BAHH! n now my webcam doesnt werk at all. how shitty is tat.when i saw this secondary school couple, it remind me so much of my sec school love daes. 'Monkey LOVE'. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320878515194430866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SdeO0X8sBZI/AAAAAAAAANA/nTbdWMvni4g/s320/Moske0319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320879933805153170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SdeQG8r1y5I/AAAAAAAAANY/nGlTb0cbuZQ/s320/Moske0315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"&gt;met up wif mr fadli arnd a week ago. its been so long since i did mit him up. then &amp;amp; now, we still do fight about the smallest details. its been like. SIX or SEVEN fcuking years ive known this idiot. it was nice catching up wif u old fren.&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/7584078144394753479-4898331428517737465?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/4898331428517737465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/4898331428517737465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/04/emptying-bowels.html' title='emptying bowels'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SdeL0xXkMXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/gKFuW7Y8nd8/s72-c/Moske0320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-6628247136426490650</id><published>2009-03-28T12:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T13:03:08.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goshh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;my momentum of updating my blog has finally come. 2 post for a day. BAH. i cant stand thinking of it. i was so done just now, early in the morning when i accidently have the urge to type in someone's name and look at his frenster profile. n i saw something that realli n nearli broke me into 100 pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;saw this particular profile before? if u did. den u shld noe who i am talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318093726536209234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sc2qEVxsk1I/AAAAAAAAAMg/XT5Eb8o6t9s/s320/dsfg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &amp;amp; tat particular information that brought slow movements in the nite.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318093721206786066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sc2qEB7ECBI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Lz5JRUrP8HM/s320/kjhkj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;tis guy that i once had feelings fer. the one that once studied on the same level as me. is moving out to nanyang poly. that means. he got higher grades fer his math. congrats raay. no2. im not crying just yet. i dun miss him! but the thought of me getting back to school to see his face evritime, VANISHED.  eventhough he will ignore me and walk the other path when he sees me. now, i swear. i realli DUN have any mood to go back to school. haiz. n tt the fact that i will neva see him again. kills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:i have a bad week.&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/7584078144394753479-6628247136426490650?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/6628247136426490650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/6628247136426490650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/03/goshh.html' title='goshh'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Sc2qEVxsk1I/AAAAAAAAAMg/XT5Eb8o6t9s/s72-c/dsfg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-1262539350787657120</id><published>2009-03-28T00:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T00:41:52.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suay2 day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;i wonder why i have the 'suay' package every year. today. wat happen was. my ezlink went missing! wth. i dunno how it could be missing. i pray so much fer that to reappear tomorrow. or else. i ahve to make a new one. wif cost 22 bucks! nabey. ya allah. dear ALLAH, please return me back m ezlink. plz do. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;few days ago. it was krazy tt webcam could werk.n i webcam wif khalid the whole night. as he showed my how his cat, COMBI, looks like. damn fat hor the cat. i remember khalid told me tat the cat ate ayam. n long john silver ayam n fish. so here are the pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so tis is the adorable combi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317901515553554034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Scz7QMEUvnI/AAAAAAAAALA/XJmVfXXXj94/s320/meow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WEBCAM SESSION. specs-ly US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317901533613104498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Scz7RPWDnXI/AAAAAAAAALg/zwg2GiZ8acI/s320/khalid+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317902879168935218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Scz8fj7kNTI/AAAAAAAAALo/R-3HqYXMfnM/s320/khalid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317902882001824210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Scz8fue-qdI/AAAAAAAAALw/jydw10tODgg/s320/khalid+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;i really pray so much tt i wont get suay further more. i have been alwaes suay. n that started.. since i dunno when. so please pass the package to sumbody else. i have enough of it fer so many fcuking years. SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317906117905642610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Scz_cFKkdHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dfeU7JaU-_w/s320/SDC13413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;CONGRATULATION FATHIN NUR SYAFIQAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;at last u found ur true one. i really hope fer things to turn out smoothly. ure a nice gerl. n i know that nice n great things will be the outcome of ur rship. although theres ups n down. but it wont be as bad as breaking both of u frem each other. :) hapi slalu yer fatin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317906122092204962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Scz_cUwuU6I/AAAAAAAAAMA/o0k_d4lfILM/s320/1_143632356l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so fer this two love birds. tings dun go as well bestie tot it would be. n i wuld say that DIN is inhuman in some ways. babe, i know u will get sumone better den him. so dun wori. fer now. FLIRTING is the key to get u better. n plz remember to do the tings i told u to. i dun want u to become the next hanie eyy. last yr was damn horrible fer me. n i dun wan u to be like me as i love u veri2 much. SMILE babe. manis sei aisya.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;MORAL OF THE STORIE FER TODAY. DO NOT PUT UR EZLINK IN UR POCKETS. ALWAYS JUNK IT IN UR BAG. I SWEAR THIS WORKS. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-1262539350787657120?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/1262539350787657120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/1262539350787657120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/03/suay2-day.html' title='suay2 day'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/Scz7QMEUvnI/AAAAAAAAALA/XJmVfXXXj94/s72-c/meow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-2124962162118593843</id><published>2009-03-24T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:33:23.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtff.</title><content type='html'>last sunday. date noted. 22 of march 2009. i had a great wedding evening wif my first sis, her children plus momma. i was surprised to see this guy name bob at the 2nd wedding. of which is my niece wedding. didnt bother to say hi. dun tink he remembered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as usual, ill look at their pelamin and all that wedding tingy.. love the 1st bcause of ambience .love the 2nd second wedding because it had a niece pelamin. and my niece husband is super duperly hensem!! bah.. JEALOUS2.ill intend to eat alot since i love nasi minyak so much. and the berkat was both chocolate. so i ended up with 4 toblerone n 4 packets of ferrero rocher in my bag.aper lagi??MAKAN UH. im so a chocoholic sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i came to a conclusion that i can eat alot of those if i were to jog at nite that very day. which i eventualli did. after arnd 30 mins of jog. my leg start to itch. n i THOUGHT it was just normal. so i just scratch it and continue wif the jog. as minutes pass, it realli damn fcukin itch alot. n i could feel something building up on my lips.so i stopp there. n walk all the way back home. switch on the light! KAAAPONNGG! my face was damn swollen and my whole body was filled with rashes.. i called bestie aisya. panicking in the toilet and crying out loud knowing that i couldnt handle wat was happening. one side, i was holding my phoone while the right hand sight of my hand  was ussed to wash my face with dozens of water particles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after bath time. i was still not in good condition. i woke up my mum n had to tell her truth that i went to jog late at night. she strongly disagree wif my idea to jog late at night. she stared at me. scold me. say it was my fault. n went back to sleep. WOW! i culdnt blame her. it was my fault fer sneaking out of the house to jog.i tried my best to relax. on the lappy. chat wif some frens. n the next 2 hrs. my raashes were 3/4 gone but my face was still swollen. was forced to clinic to get MC since i had to skip werk on that very monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOW IM PERFECTLY FINE. HEHE. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;somebody touch my heart yesterday. it was so swit of that particular person to recap all the memories we had with each other. n how swit of him. dreaming about one of the most sad situation in our lives again. he dreamt the exact same thing that happen few years ago. n i was really shocked. hw could someone dream bout the same situation that happened few years ago. IMPOSSIBLE but tats the ultimate truth. been tinking bout wat he chat with me last night. been realli thinking n thinking n thinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n bottomline: ALLAH IS LOVED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/7584078144394753479-2124962162118593843?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/2124962162118593843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/2124962162118593843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/03/wtff.html' title='wtff.'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-572206337031117783</id><published>2009-03-09T13:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:12:54.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mondae blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;thats it! my room has become like a corner fer hanging wet clothes to dry up. ill always wake up frem sleep finding myself so sticky. n when i look down. hell. im so not surprise theres like few thousand clothes hanging. i wish i could lock the room so my momma wont be able to hang it here. darn! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&amp;amp; i realli miss how i use to spent to momma.talking bout everything thats happening in my life. now, ill just keep all to myself. i cant tell her the way i used to. shes mad at me fer certain reason which i cant disclose. just now, i was force to talk to her just bcause i cant find my thumbdrive. n it was no use. there she was screaming n yelling. &amp;amp; its so dumb of me by which when i re-check my school bag, i found it in the front pocket. BAHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311065831776846802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SbSyPBnGA9I/AAAAAAAAAK4/rFSCDdqwj7k/s320/Moske0292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i was supposed to upload tis picture a few daes ago. but i simply didnt have the chance to snap a photo of it. tis was a so called present frem art frem the mini arcade. cute eyy. what name should be given to tis cute ting of mine? HAHA. no. i dont have any deprived childhood. but theres a kid in every teen n adults, im sure. k.k. final decision.ill call it jeredi. :)&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/7584078144394753479-572206337031117783?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/572206337031117783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/572206337031117783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/03/mondae-blues.html' title='mondae blues'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SbSyPBnGA9I/AAAAAAAAAK4/rFSCDdqwj7k/s72-c/Moske0292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-5376596301350498809</id><published>2009-03-08T00:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T02:02:20.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daddy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;today will be one of those historic daes ill remember in my life. its sat and its my off day but yet im staying at home! BORING. yeah2. i was. but i was so relieved that i didnt went out bcause it was raining quite heavily just now around 4 plus. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;daddy was being a total dearie. momma isnt at home so i shout out loud from my room asking my dad to cook for me. sometimes, he cooks way better than my mum does. but when it comes to making drinks. hes the expert one. he will create his own drinks.n only god noes how the hell he gets the funny idea from. today, he told me he made a new drink. add abit of salt to the bandung, and it will damn marvelous. the best bandung drink ever, dad's homemade BANDUNG! yum2.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;okae2. here comes the 'dearie' part. as a i said i shout asking him to cook fer me. he replied, asking me to eat yesterday's leftovers. i was so called nagging at him insisting that i dont want to. so he folk out his money and ask me to buy pizza instead. &amp;amp; tis,  only happens once in my whole entire lifetime. n the switest ting he said just now was....." ayah lapar tkper. ayah tengok kau lapar ayah kesian. nah! amek 20 dollar beli pizza. cukop tk?? lain2 smua kau top up" HAHA. dun laugh when u read it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was trembling when i key in 62353535. i couldnt even pronounce Parmesan . so i just said cheese. i wasnt the favourite one to call up any fast food to order. i will always shift that ordering job to my sis. i hate talking to strangers regarding food!and i ordered 2 extra chili flakes and parmesan cheese. n OH YEAH. two extra amount of chili n cheese was more than i imagine it will be. so here are the pictured. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TOTAL SUM= $24. 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dad gave me 24 bucks. so 30 cents was frem me. calculative.? hell yeah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310494493128247058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SbKqmvSTxxI/AAAAAAAAAKo/R9rOW-UJQU0/s320/Moske0290.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;told u it was alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310494495962532914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SbKqm52DjDI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Pnkl8hI3p8M/s320/Moske0291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7584078144394753479-5376596301350498809?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/5376596301350498809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/5376596301350498809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/03/daddy.html' title='daddy.'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SbKqmvSTxxI/AAAAAAAAAKo/R9rOW-UJQU0/s72-c/Moske0290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-6763293372156432261</id><published>2009-03-05T02:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:51:02.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paranoid</title><content type='html'>OMG2! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY EXBOIFY GETTING MARRIED&lt;/span&gt;.hoho. gosh.finally he has found his true love. which is not me. although im abit jealous. but hell yeah, congrats! thru all the shits u went thru. finally u found the one. he invited my bestie but not me. yaya. . good luck eyy mr fauzy. 2 more months &amp;amp; ure a married man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;suddenli i was so scared imagining myself living alone. without anyt husband. gosh. may Allah love me and find me a suitable bujang to get married plz. not desperate though.but every one wants a happy ending rite. readers, i tink u do as well. i guess im those 1 in the million unlucky bitch who have this unlucky fate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;in my TR dedettes. onie left 3 single virgins. SAFIAH/HANIE/SHAZZY. gd luck babes on finding the true one. omg. omg. im being so paranoid. so mrepek. so pedih2 like how mr art will refer me as. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;on the behalf of nabilah, ill try my best not to pedih2 animore k twin.ok dah. finish.no more.&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/7584078144394753479-6763293372156432261?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/6763293372156432261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/6763293372156432261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/03/paranoid.html' title='paranoid'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-2151301266207850453</id><published>2009-03-03T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T00:49:44.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one hundred years ago.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my all in one package happens today. i dunno wat more reason to give. ive tried so hard to give as much reason. n the onie werd that came out, u answered my question wrongly. EGO. ure being too ego. i guess someone read my post n understand how i felt. dun go fer me now. im too hell of a caught up gerl right now. mayb in the future. i dunno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;if i could reborn myself again, i definitely would. n i definitely will choose not to work at SWENSEN. neva would. n heres the ting, hes werking with my all time favourtie enemy. sheesh. onie god noes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;letter given was swit n it touched my heart deeply to noe how much i am to someone.but wth am i nt appreciating the presence of someone so kind, so kind. so i dun blame others if i ever get the karma. karma has been the part n parcel of my life. GOSH. ill regret tis one day. ill definitely will. im being so selfish. i tink i need to go to the psychiatrist. im 1/4 ill. n im not surprised if im going to the mental hospital. BAH! touch wood uh. thats the last ever place i want to be in.&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/7584078144394753479-2151301266207850453?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/2151301266207850453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/2151301266207850453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-hundred-years-ago.html' title='one hundred years ago.'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-1918115664099705698</id><published>2009-03-02T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T01:38:22.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>player, not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;i dunno wats happening in my brain nowdaes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;i dun usualli eat alot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;&amp;amp; here i am eating n gaining too much. that one message isnt enough. im nt in ease of mind. i DUNNO wats taking u so long to make an action. i dunno why ure jealous when u saw that photo. n i dunno why ure so unreasonably determined.that reply given is true. why issit so hard fer you to know how much i went thru from time to time killing the pictures of u inside my hard stubborn skull. ALWAYS &amp;amp; FOREVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&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/7584078144394753479-1918115664099705698?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/1918115664099705698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/1918115664099705698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/03/player-not.html' title='player, not.'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-1432504865988554118</id><published>2009-02-26T01:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T02:52:05.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALLAH IS LOVED</title><content type='html'>been realli stressed with the environment nowdays&lt;br /&gt;especially strongly stressed wif momma.&lt;br /&gt;hus kinda blabbering about my life &amp;amp; how should i treat people&lt;br /&gt;i tot she understood my feelings&lt;br /&gt;but i guess, she doesnt noe how pressured i am&lt;br /&gt;with her not suporting my back, i feel more crappy den eva.&lt;br /&gt;ill just pretend that im not listening to her&lt;br /&gt;n laughs while watching the t.v&lt;br /&gt;BAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tanx alot DOK fer helping me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i owe u one huge favour fer finalli making the day im waiting fer to arrive happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;btw, today's my one year anni wif the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;happi anni!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one year, n i cant imagine having the same feeling fer someone tis long, tis strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i realli hope friday will be the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; i thank ALLAH so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fer answering my prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; i hope everything will be just fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i pray fer it to be fne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i hope it will be fine&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="right"&gt;Friday will be the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;so please dok, try ur best to make it happen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;you noe how stubborn he can get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&amp;amp; i noe he listens to u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;so plz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i begg fer you to do ur best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mum, i realli hope u can stop all of ur werds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;please take it all back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i realli hope ure happi when u see me happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bcause now, im not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; i hate it when u forced me to be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the last ever time when i was realli happy, u should noe when was it mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thru the hardship ive gone through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thru the sacrifices ive made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ive only loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i cant stop now mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALHAMDULLILAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALLAH yang ku sayang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;doa kwn2 ku sangatlah dihargai. :)&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/7584078144394753479-1432504865988554118?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/1432504865988554118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/1432504865988554118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/02/allah-is-loved.html' title='ALLAH IS LOVED'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-1603634378085375199</id><published>2009-02-24T23:14:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T01:22:00.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>K.L trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i went to K.L fer 4 daes and it was kinda fun. the morning of 19th feb. arnd 5 plus a.m. i dragged myself out of bed to take a bath n went off to tanjong pagar train station. imagine taking mrt n going to tanjong pagar frem simei?it will be hell to long man! so i plead my mum to take the taxi instead.its been since ages ive been going out of spore. n im glad i finally did.the train journey was super duper super &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;LONNGGG&lt;/span&gt;!8 hfreaking hours. and my butt almost died in the midd way of the journey. i forced myself to slip so that it wont suck that much. mum has a phobia taking bus. she once had a bad tummy flu and had to pangsai when the bus was still running its wheel on the express way. she pleaded him so bad that the driver sent her quickly to the nearest stopable place. HAHA. so next time she wants to take train, ill give her the suggestion of taking the airplane instead.&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;VAVA VOOM&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;some cool shit tingy. it was awesome art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306387160729354530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SaQTAhv3gSI/AAAAAAAAAIo/DTuA-FnC6rI/s320/Moske0252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tis is wat i call, muke tempeh basi. earli in the morning sia, wat u expect more than rotten face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306387423188797186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SaQTPzfExwI/AAAAAAAAAIw/rBpphWh9hH4/s320/Moske0251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306387573718750946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SaQTYkQNluI/AAAAAAAAAI4/2QMQi1IHx0M/s320/Moske0250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;MOMMA tempeh basi face. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the thomas rusty train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306387761343002642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SaQTjfNUeBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Z4DJCQXoqk4/s320/Moske0253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;bye2 spore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306388031655232898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SaQTzOMxxYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/op3ThLqPbe0/s320/Moske0254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306389062801556194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SaQUvPhOAuI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GR6BoCTAkgU/s320/Moske0255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random pics taken. i was acting as if i was some good photographer with a cheap quality motorola hp camera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306388525364679234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SaQUP9aSEkI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/GFwVWei6904/s320/Moske0258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the best pic of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306388706727952146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SaQUahCp_xI/AAAAAAAAAJY/N7GfJFqGq1I/s320/Moske0259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tis is just before i went to sleep. HAHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306388859269383266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SaQUjZTXhGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NhQXrcdgHVg/s320/Moske0260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the main reason fer us to go k.l was to escape frem the family fer a while. the feeling is beta den having sex. haha! although ive neva been in one. but i noe. the escape was really needed. i always wanted to get the feel of the petaling street. n like FINALLY, i went there. my aunty n my mum was superly cautious of the surrounding, it was kinda scary n also irritating.if i have the authority to scold dem, i really would. didnt shop that much. short of time babe. n i remembered two tings bout K.l.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;FIRST:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when tis guy approach me when i following my kuzzie to buy tickets fer the mrt there. n my aunty n mum was accusing me of being cheeky. WTH. he blocked my way n prevent me frem walking. so i just layan him fer a while n went off. BAHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SECOND:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;we went in tis shop.n i was totalli pissed of my mum wanting to but something that i eventualli asked her not to buy. but che eventualli did. i nearli cried remembering something. n realli hurts alot when she did that. u readers might think that im being too emotional. but i just cant tell wat she realli wanted to buy. n how the stories go. ill bet u. u will definitely side me if u noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the 2nd last day.my pak long brought me to i dunno wat shoppin centre but before that, he brought banana along wif him n gave the monkeys who was starving. NABEYY! banyak monyet2 seii..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;obviously, tis isnt the monkey. before n during the monkey sight see-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306405789824899378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SaQj84iW2TI/AAAAAAAAAKA/W4mUqPM9m3E/s320/Moske0263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306405899884399938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SaQkDSiljUI/AAAAAAAAAKI/5xrcvEp9_G0/s320/Moske0267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306405271179325346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SaQjesbnb6I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/dQEhV3C60u0/s320/Moske0266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306404817518674674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SaQjESafQvI/AAAAAAAAAJw/aaU8HLzYoYA/s320/Moske0264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the last day. pak long sent us to the k.l sentral train station. he was was into the conversation wif my mum till he hit the wrong path and was lhas no idea how to get to the train station. so in the end. he park his car sumwhere n took taxi. n i didnt noe that msia taxi is way much different frem spore. it doesnt use the 20 cents per how many minits tingy. i dunno wats tt called la!ferget it. thats all. :D:D end it here. adios.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306410053876632402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SaQn1FXgy1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/WuQFtc28Ez8/s320/Moske0268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306410696286132498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SaQoaeh32RI/AAAAAAAAAKY/WgWsIj-UPl4/s320/Moske0270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306411027417900354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SaQotwF1pUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/MFWlXOfiJq8/s320/Moske0269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-1603634378085375199?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/1603634378085375199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/1603634378085375199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/02/kl-trip.html' title='K.L trip'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SaQTAhv3gSI/AAAAAAAAAIo/DTuA-FnC6rI/s72-c/Moske0252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-6410532815363400160</id><published>2009-02-18T04:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T05:12:44.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cravings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;my blog post is very2 the part time post. you noe wat i mean? i dun update it every single day like most idiots will do. i post when i feel that tats too much going on in life and i dunno how to express it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303860919573556114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SZsZZ8FCK5I/AAAAAAAAAHw/zeOFV3qMfgE/s320/388491077_0644c870b8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i celebrated my first ever valentine day with my closest guy fren. it was freaking swit. n guess wat. I GOT A FIRST EVER ROSES FROM A GUY. tanx so much fer the awesome day fren. we went to breeks at marina square to have dinner. bought subway cookies. well, its his favourite. ONE DOUBLE CHOC N ONE MACADAMIA NUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303863125350076482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SZsbaVPI0EI/AAAAAAAAAH4/-a_8pnVeEDQ/s320/s320x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;tis picture wasnt taken by me. it was some random pictures that i SEMANGAT-ly search fer. but it was the exact same cookies we bought&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i called my mum to inform her that was returning home late to catch some midnight movie. she allowed me to do so n hell yeah, i was jubilant. we watch this movie called slumdog millionaire and it wasnt a waste of my 20 bucks. its a good hindi-eng storie. u guys out there should watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303864880732725506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SZsdAgi-YQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/hj_2oamXyaQ/s320/ddfg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&amp;amp; hell yeah, the heroine of the storie fcukingly look like aisya. BAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303865486496452706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SZsdjxMTUGI/AAAAAAAAAII/PJYHPsUoVdc/s320/3106633773_0b3e0b6a06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;after movies, which is arnd 2 plus in the morning so we headed to this one place to chat. obviously, theres no train back home. we took the 4th or 5th train home n was totalli shag by that time. he was sleeping in the train and i pity him so much fer even bothering to send me home eventhough his tired. SO PICTURES TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303874713748632034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SZsl83Yp8eI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lUoVy2IfW4s/s320/Moske0246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;BREEKS time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303874970457405186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SZsmLzsy9wI/AAAAAAAAAIY/AriMLc6IjTc/s320/Moske0243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;fav pic of the day. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;tanx so much dear fren &amp;amp; i had fun fer vdae. :) ohh yah one important ting. the most historic part was when my tummy hurts like hell arnd 3 plus to 4 plus in the morning . i was crying out bcause i culdnt resist the pain. thank ALLAH fer making it stop.MY GOD IS LOVED.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303876394095891586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SZsnerKqVII/AAAAAAAAAIg/TC7EII5obkw/s320/98171915_b07b308a32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;in conclusion i guess love isnt the word fer now. lets make more friends and mingle around. :D &amp;amp; im hapi fer the ones who have fallen but those who is single, join the club baby. LOVE isnt the SEX any more. :D&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ps: IM CRAVING FER ZINGER BURGER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-6410532815363400160?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/6410532815363400160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/6410532815363400160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/02/cravings.html' title='cravings.'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SZsZZ8FCK5I/AAAAAAAAAHw/zeOFV3qMfgE/s72-c/388491077_0644c870b8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-4256079548265568659</id><published>2009-02-12T00:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:34:20.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shitty shitty shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;okae go.here it goes again. i wanna lodge a complain. IM SO TIRED OF WERKING MY ASS OFF! too tired. i swear i want school to start soon. its so tiring &amp;amp; i prefer schooling den working 100000000 timees more la! btw. its been a very long time since i went overseas. insya allah.going there on the 19th of febuary. hope so! MOMMA! BOOK THE TIX FASTER AIT CAN?it has beena ages n nows the time to shop n shop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BTW. thank HAZIQ fer buying me a branded watch. n asking me to throw away my popart unbranded watch. but ill still wear them both! actualli. i dare nt to touch tt watch. its so WHITE n im one careless idiot who will end up dirtying it. duhh. so ill just wait till school reopens n ill wear tt watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;counting down to valentine. 2 more daes n yet. im uncertain of the venue/time/people. HAHA. well. its gona be my first valentine date. if i have ani. &amp;amp; ive been hoping fer sumone to pop out and give me a bouqet of rose. oh gosh. wuldnt it be wonderful.. fer now. duno wats my plan la deyy. wahliau. n half of my TR is celebrating vdae togther. i dunno whether to join or nt to join.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The last of my complains. the word FAT. i tink im too fat now. nabeyy. i eat n eat n eat n complain n complain n complain. i guess eating food is my hobby. gosh. i pray so hard i wont get fat. since im eating way alot den before n it destroys my tummy. it used to be so slim n fit n now it all goes down to the train.flabby like FCUK! end it now. tata.&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/7584078144394753479-4256079548265568659?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/4256079548265568659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/4256079548265568659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/02/shitty-shitty-shit.html' title='shitty shitty shit'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-8370164742590399711</id><published>2009-01-30T01:18:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T02:45:10.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I EAT LIKE A FCUKER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stressful days. realli2 stressful daes.well. my wonderful bestie is like working the whole day n i realli fcuking miss her.cant complain to anione. im like bursting from all the pains. all i can do now. is eat n eat n eat like one fcuker. im so scared of being fat. but i eat like one freaking piggy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fyi: bestie is happily attached with din. all the best bestie. hope he n u can last fer eternity. i mean it with all my heart. it has been long since i realli see you tis happi.with someone hu is totally opposite of u. well, opposite attracts well.. for example. BACK N WHITE ATTRACTION! kwang2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296775186337402562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SYHs9-y-jsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lKSpqUMaQl4/s320/aisya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;miss you bodoh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296775974641932066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SYHtr3dbFyI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ICezHw-uzF0/s320/din.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;to that guy, DINbaby, haha! u bloody hell dun hurt my besties's feeling. or u can SUP ALL YOUR THUMBS and leave none of it attached to ur body&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.i went out wif my T.R n frens. i have only one pic with me right now. ill get all the pics from my shazzy baby soon.i tot it was suppose to be a date out cycling. but in the end. it turned to be a gossiping under the pondok tingy.i look freaking horrible in this picture.KENTAL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296773708679817762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SYHrn-F9KiI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cQCfCgJho3k/s320/kental.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW COMES THE MOMENT OF TRUTH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ive hurt so many people. i guess i wont expose their names here. But i noe, alot of them. sorry fer the trouble i made. i was finding myself. but i guess i neva did. all the shiits ive gone through. has made me become a bad as well as a good person.it does contradicts.but its the true statement of life. fer those who cried, please fergive me. i cried 100 times more than you did. i feel the pain. its better tt i confess now den later rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW COMES ANOTHER MOMENT OF TRUTH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;well, i was chatting happinly with t.r n frens. when suddenli natashah said that she needed to show me something important. something bout the one who i was longing fer. i read the msg. &amp;amp; woo hoo!feeling dia shiok skalik. have u eva felt tt u heart was about the jump out of ur body? ur hands were totally useless. ur brain flying away from ur skull. i was seruzli a mix of emotions. jealousy.fcuked up. mooody. AHH! i dunno how to decribe it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well msg written in this way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"jus wanna tell u i rely lyk u loads n miss u day by day .. Heartbreak wen u say got oter more caring.. Well trs kan jer la wif him.. Just live ur life wif no regret"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;u shoulld noe its from him.n tis msg was sent from him to natshah. my fren. one of my good fren. and frem that day, i was totally down. look at his pics several times n i wonder why is it so hard to ferget sumone hu doesnt even care bout u. Answer me plz sumbody!ive alwaes wished fer the same wish that onie i noe what i wish fer.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296782914415970418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SYHz_0IfSHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/jGjHfufHovU/s320/31032008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;mr SYAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LAST MOMENT OF TRUTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;well, tis is my b. i mean. not hubby or baby. just my B. i call him that since i dunno when. perangai nangnak nak mampos. Wats nangnak?? ask him lah. he loves using that word. i tink he stays better in THailand rather tha singapore. LIKE DUH! he is one guy that has a mole on his upper lips n loves kids. n i said to bestie, i swear i will leave all guys just fer nazirul.n i swear i can ferget anyone that i wanted just fer nazirul. i dunno wats so special bout him but yah, all things cant be explained rite??like i said to his fren,syafiq, only god noes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296785080945360274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SYH197FWPZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/oa62O0HIsTI/s320/000S00m66Fa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;b wif baby ayuni. dammit!shes so adorable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296787734092592466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SYH4YW08NVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/bnINKnlKlxI/s320/yul+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296787643782461698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SYH4TGZU-QI/AAAAAAAAAHc/2yYOob7uhJo/s320/yul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i swear when i was browsing his pictures. i felt that some sparkling tingy. n i was smiling all they way. am i kidding you?? NO I AM NOT. i was literally smiling infront of my lappy. hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-8370164742590399711?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/8370164742590399711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/8370164742590399711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-eat-like-fcuker.html' title='I EAT LIKE A FCUKER'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SYHs9-y-jsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lKSpqUMaQl4/s72-c/aisya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-9118990542290539843</id><published>2009-01-19T01:05:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T00:57:52.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPER HUMAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SXNk6pyaxzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/jr46KVXwNSU/s1600-h/18012009(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292684945902978866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SXNk6pyaxzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/jr46KVXwNSU/s320/18012009(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; fav pic of the day. :D:D.credits---)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterdae was quite the most memorable dae eva la seii! went out wif 3 awesome guys. but midd way, one of dem went off. &amp;amp; onie left with me n two superduper gdd bowlers n dancers. hah!i feel like slapping their faces when they say there arent good dancers. haik doosh!onie one crappy ting tt happen yest was when tis idiot ass threatened me to find me if i aint gona meet him.which i eventualli didnt n nobody did actualli find me. asshole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well2, guess wat! 18 januari was the sight of my first shooting star!woo. dan was eventualli talking to me n dil. &amp;amp; i guess we ignored way he was talking about when we saw the light potraying its brightness out of the deep deep blue sky. i &amp;amp; dil was so mesmerized by it lah! i quickly planted a wish. there is this saying when we see a shooting star, quickly plant a wish because most probably our wish will come true.so why not giving it a try rite?? kk.pics time babey!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;those three guys. ps:sucky phone.sucky phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292687140062999570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SXNm6Xq7tBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/PZqh8P9XaXw/s320/Hanie0159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292691772703492098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SXNrIBmfyAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/MrzITCM6pBg/s320/Hanie0175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293047961197681394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SXSvE7JLGvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/e-nE6Rwu-Gw/s320/Hanie0173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dan bear. shiok sendiri btol.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292693854752111890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SXNtBN1kfRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/HEE6AG3jPZ4/s320/Hanie0164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ayen KING&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293048839350432930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SXSv4ChGtKI/AAAAAAAAAGs/0BljypDXPBU/s320/Hanie0161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he totalli look like one gay boy wearing the big ear ring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292898702384939266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SXQnU6vHwQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bZTq_m9wgKU/s320/Hanie0176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;playgroung;moonlight, &amp;amp; we saw our veri first shooting star!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292900060069360962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SXQoj8gT9UI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Xl1ZJXbuJC0/s320/Hanie0181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;muker basi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;bestie AISYA, u know i know eyy. ur wishes, mine too la seii. dun wan history to repeat itself.i swear i dun wan it to happen again.T.R safiah, i hope fer the best. MIL babey rite?? sparkling session. she was smiling like giler nye budak gituk. hope fer the best &amp;amp; still hope fer the best. bottomline, i am so lazi to go n werk fer the holidaes. ill be thankful if money drops from the sky.so i can just rot at home and be FAT! :D i dun want all these hapi stories to end here. i realli have tis fear tt it will end sooner or later. it takes two hands two clap. it takes one to decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&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/7584078144394753479-9118990542290539843?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/9118990542290539843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/9118990542290539843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/01/super-human.html' title='SUPER HUMAN'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SXNk6pyaxzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/jr46KVXwNSU/s72-c/18012009(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-452512905076790570</id><published>2009-01-12T14:11:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:08:31.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWW YEAR BABEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SWrjL9z54nI/AAAAAAAAAFY/UzCTMk9NJDo/s1600-h/Hanie0154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290290507010400882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SWrjL9z54nI/AAAAAAAAAFY/UzCTMk9NJDo/s320/Hanie0154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SWrhMiewsRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/d1axC3P6eqA/s1600-h/Hanie0153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290288317830574354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SWrhMiewsRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/d1axC3P6eqA/s320/Hanie0153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARK2 picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SWrgoTCGA1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZHA0mh63rvc/s1600-h/Hanie0150_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290287695208514386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SWrgoTCGA1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZHA0mh63rvc/s320/Hanie0150_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PICS OF COUNTDOWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i tell you.im so lazy to blog nowdays.too much to blog.so little time.well 2009 have arise. my countdown was superb.accompanied by my bestie n my twin. it was already enough to celebrate countdown and making the 1st day of the year bloody hell awesome. we &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PARTY LIKE A ROCKSTAR&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;amp; hell yeah, guess what? i was dancing wif my twin when these two minah rep turned, looked at us &amp;amp; called us LESBO'S. like wtf?? well, we were dancing great enough till both of them couldnt utter a single word but denying the fact and calles us lesbo. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GET A LIFE MINAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ps:i got a date on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;31 dec &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;, 930pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;venue:downtown east&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&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="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;The starting of the few days of the new years ware consisting of good &amp;amp; bad moments. Well, i cant describe it that much.fer now, i dunno how to decribe the situation of mine. fer the first time, im really sick of contacting any guys. seriuzly seriuzly seriuz. i dunno wats up wif me, but hell yeah, its the moment of truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my new resolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1)eat meals, not junks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2)be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3)mr right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it really hurts when someone whom used to complete you wants to ignore you for the rest of his life.  i called him a jerk, fcuker, asshole and i realli dont mean it. it was just anger. &amp;amp; when ure angry, u dont mean what u say.ouh yeah, i remembered the starting daes after 3 weeks of holidae.i saw azizi and he literally so called 'shouted' that he could not stand when im ignoring him and acts as if i dont know him at all. well, my reason will be that im too ashamed to face any of raay's friends. my morality is really growing low. very2 low. im realli ashamed of what has happen between raay and me. its not their fault but ignorance will just do it. although its like 1o times bad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well raay, i wish u get high grades fer ur math. i realli do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7584078144394753479-452512905076790570?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/452512905076790570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/452512905076790570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2009/01/neww-year-babey.html' title='NEWW YEAR BABEY'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SWrjL9z54nI/AAAAAAAAAFY/UzCTMk9NJDo/s72-c/Hanie0154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-5421604417460445635</id><published>2008-12-10T10:00:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:58:50.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the bad day, woohoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's been so long since i updates blog. SO my twin, here it goes..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ill start with my HARI RAYA HAJI.nothing special. i stayed at home the whole day. but i watched this movie that make me cry whe the story didnt even started. momma was saying, look at this guy wani, remind you somebody. then i replied, he doesnt even look like somebody i know because it was showing the side view of that actor. When the actor front view was sen, KAPANGG!! i cried..!!in my insanity, i took three pictures of him.&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="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DOESNT HE LOOK EXACTLY LIKE KING??His eyes to be exact. &amp;amp; the mould under his eyes, just like his mum. His name, Razali hussein.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277984621564017314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/ST8rDKJMOqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/BqcDUR4TWlo/s320/Hanie0115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277984422968113266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/ST8q3mUPOHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/n9ZcKmcEraQ/s320/Hanie0114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277983957335939234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/ST8qcfs4GKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8ygWVak0YU/s320/Hanie0113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Over &amp;amp; done with that. so now, telling you my suck-ey day yesterday. 9 december 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;yesterday, i realised that i really did smile when i look at someone. so i am asking u reader, what does it mean when u intend to smile to a person who is not even looking at u??i myself aint sure about what i felt at that point of moment. so i just ignored it. i call him MR.FIELD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ps: mr field's fren, if u happen to read this post. please do not tell him aite. i trust u MAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so yah, mr field left school as he said he wanted to slip that bad. So he left me in school going back alone which at that point of them i really didnt take it to the heart. I guess his behaviour is like that.i really didnt plan to go anywhere and was about to head home straight when i heard somebody calling me from the far end. When i turn, it was faris! with him was my pretty bestie and caliph. So we headed to T.M to chill out. i seriuzly didnt have the intention to go there at all.But when i went there, guess what.. i saw mr field with his g.f. i smiled &amp;amp; after i look away. my tears was about to drip &amp;amp; my feelings sank.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if i have no feelings fer him, den why the heck am i feeling this way. i had enough of all this shits sia that is happening.he has a g.f god dammit!&amp;amp; i didnt even noe bout that.im ignoring him because im pissed &amp;amp; hurt. Didnt even say sorry fer leaving me in school. thanks ayy mr field.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;when i went back home, saw king. he smiled. but i swear i dunno hu he smiled to. i was about to smile at him when he turn away.so YAH LAH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RULES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) dont flirt if u have a girl-friend!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)dun even dare to touch her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)tell her you have a girlfriend so that she wunt fall fer you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) dont give her fcuking hopes, if u want to hurt her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) ignore her, if u think that she has fallen fer you eventhough she noes that u have a girlfriend.&lt;/strong&gt;&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/7584078144394753479-5421604417460445635?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/5421604417460445635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/5421604417460445635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2008/12/bad-day-woohoo.html' title='the bad day, woohoo!'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/ST8rDKJMOqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/BqcDUR4TWlo/s72-c/Hanie0115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-5706243568801291603</id><published>2008-11-19T00:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T02:29:57.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im not okay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;im really not stable, not being my self these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;all i was thinking of was how sick life can be these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and another thing that always appear in my mind, nur hidayat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270036054400699234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SSLt3qAOC2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/Q4t90znl_wA/s320/dgf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my notes for my everyday. i put this in the centre of my deskstop so that i can look at it and remind me somehow to do these. &amp;amp; finally, i deleted this note. I dunt see a point of remembering him. its just plain suckey memory which i dun even regard as one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The next following day was effing much the same situation but worser i guess. I forget which one of the days that i completely cried and cried even more when i remembered to two guys of my life. MR Y &amp;amp; MR king.. For MR.Y, i should not bother to even take a chance to be friends with him. i dunnoe hu he is. i dunno him.. ill wll alwaes pretend tt i will never know him. Bestie used to say, we will believe in ur lies and act as if its true. i will believe that the lies im making up now is definitely true! i msg bestie to try to kol king and tell him how much i do miss him. she msg him n guess wat, she get scolded by king. Thanx bestie fer resisting the temper that he thre to you. &lt;/span&gt;was terribly sick on tuesday. &amp;amp; i tink ive food poisoning. Luckily there was this friend of imine who picked me up from school and sent me straight home. THANX buddy!. i was really really really sick &amp;amp;&amp;amp; it comes to a point for which i cried like i was about to die.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, i did message king. &amp;amp; i am really2 sorry. but i guess when you said goodbye this time. its a goodbye. i was sick &amp;amp; he didnt even care about it. its ok. im done with both of them. i dun find a reason why i need to look back for what i have done. everything happens for a reason. &amp;amp; again, i believe STRONGLY IN KARMA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-5706243568801291603?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/5706243568801291603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/5706243568801291603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-not-okay.html' title='im not okay'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SSLt3qAOC2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/Q4t90znl_wA/s72-c/dgf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-2175091329597412904</id><published>2008-11-16T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T00:24:56.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today,today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i cant win this game anymore. Its really killing me. Guess what happen today morning.i cried while i was in the toilet. Thinking of jeredi makes me.. ermm.. fcuked up? i remembered momma used to say that i wouldnt last long with him. i really wanted to provve momma wrong. But yerp, all her words are true. Youre right mama. You were right all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yesterday i, bestie &amp;amp; shazzy went to lepak at simei. For the very first time, they came down to lepak at my place.  WE MADE A BIG BOO BOO. We were littering, spit-ing, smoking and cam-whore-ing and guess what? i came to realise that there was a camera there lah. PUNYER LAH BODOH! Then we went off quickly after that.  Before going off, we look again at the place. There was a big sign showing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;AREA UNDER CAMERA SURVEILLANCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAHAHA!!we laugh our ass out loud &amp;amp; felt really scared after that. aper nak jadi, jadilah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Let me remember something.. AHH! saaw king again on friday. wah piang.. can i like stop see-ing king. it's like almost evert single day that i will see him. please stop me from see-ing king. pretty2 please.&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/7584078144394753479-2175091329597412904?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/2175091329597412904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/2175091329597412904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2008/11/todaytoday.html' title='today,today'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-3352082274205922213</id><published>2008-11-12T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:09:02.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>superior faker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I HAVE ALOT OF THINGS TO UPDATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ill START telling now babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Today, 12 november 2008, its hidayat's birthday. I can't litereally say happy birthday to him,so yah, ill say it here. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUHAMMAD NUR HIDAYAT. Yesterday, i wished that he have the worst day today. But it's kind of bad. Although he did broke my heart but ill wish him the best for his life. Thinking bout him, ill miss him more. I do miss him. i miss babe alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So about one of jeredi's friend, azizi aniq. Sorry alot bro, but ill have to ignore to for now or until forever. Im unsure. The reason for my avoidance is not totally because im mad for you. Terguris hati sikit lah. YOu remember that time when you was talking to one of your classmate,the one with the same face as yat, you said to him that he was talking to wani,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YAT NYER LAMER. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So i was abit pissed and went into the class feeling really disappointed. i was too restless and i couldnt think properly. The another reason is that i dun wanna keep remembering yat. What he did to me was enough and talking to u is as if im talking to yat. haiz. my heeart breaker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267590995921749426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SRo-GhX2RbI/AAAAAAAAACg/lICQySzfw08/s320/1_455112216l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; so this is azizi aniq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;yat, i really do miss you but now i know, that you are just a liar. a big fat liar. once u said you would love me for eternity and once you said you would never leave. but what happens now? you act as if you don't know me. ill love you, n i still do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267592012333468450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SRo_BrzSSyI/AAAAAAAAACo/jhyaRo1hApY/s320/jeredi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I save this convo when you said"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; you my bestfren, my love ,my speacial one, my needs, you complete me ..i love you till the end of life".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where have all the words gone missing? ALL of that was a lie. A big LIE! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I HATE YOU JEREDI.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I really2 do. it even hurts more when someone told me that you said you was just simply not interested in me animore. syabas muhd nur hidayat bin abdul razak. syabas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHo is yat? ill show you his picture.. ALl his pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;our first picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267593668955073042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SRpAiHMp6hI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8904yG2YRBU/s320/12-10-08_1337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the day we went to starbucks, the one you deleted in your friendster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267593570899679778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SRpAcZ6bWiI/AAAAAAAAACw/AC9YTOISS4U/s320/1_946246155l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;our breaktime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267593900004497298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SRpAvj7IV5I/AAAAAAAAADA/NZI7YMEzhdU/s320/moto_0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gosh. this is heartbreaking. im in class now and i already feel like breaking down. God, why are you testing me so much? why??on the same level, but i cant afford to even have a glance. MY PAST.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So now its king's story. Saw him alot of times this week. 2 days straight. Early in the morning. i hope i wont see him again. i wont! i really wont. my love for him will always be in my heart. no one can take it from me. NO one!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;isaw this picture in friendster and came up with a conclusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267642140213529106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SRpsngtOShI/AAAAAAAAADI/wi88yEa-Y_A/s320/sdfdsg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Caption of picture:The man who can't be move.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yerp. she is the one after me. &amp;amp; she cant move on as well. Now you know how i feel raine. now u noe how i fcuking feel when he left me and went to you. i dunno what to say animore. because im still in love wif king. theres still him in this heart sumwhere. all i wish for will be someday that you will come back &amp;amp; everitin will be ok. i hope so. thats the onie ting i can ever wish for. from the day u left, till now. its the same wish. change syahren. please change.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-3352082274205922213?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/3352082274205922213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/3352082274205922213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2008/11/superior-faker.html' title='superior faker'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SRo-GhX2RbI/AAAAAAAAACg/lICQySzfw08/s72-c/1_455112216l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-3543653151444794871</id><published>2008-11-06T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T00:12:14.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im not well</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im not gonna be fine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nowdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;having a disaster happening&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i just cant find peace animore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;unless im around my girlfriends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;have to forget jeredi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;have to forget jeredi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;have to forget jeredi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;u noe i believe sumone will just come to my life and make me ferget everything that i want to ferget &amp;amp; start a new life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;that person was jeredi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ididnt noe wats so special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but he was the only one who could make me forgot about my bloody past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;jeredi keeps quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and just dissappear just like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you said you would love me till foreva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but werds are only werds babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i miss kolling him babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i miss muhammad nur hidayat bin abdul razak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i cant do anything right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;just do my daily routines in skool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;n work during weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i dun even noe the reason for his change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ahha. his feelings was disappearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i love him alot but yah, i have to let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it started all from the excuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you pick me up wen im sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;so thank you so much for that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;im getting sicker this few days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sick &amp;amp; sick&amp;amp;sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nvm jeredi. im used to this routine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;yeah. u can find other gals in a blink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but i cant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i feel like killing myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i smoked wif aisya tt dae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it was my first stick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ahha. im goin uner depression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Shit happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;n i dunno what is god planning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;good nite bloggy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i need to study fer sci u.t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-3543653151444794871?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/3543653151444794871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/3543653151444794871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-not-well.html' title='im not well'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-3345528835285609249</id><published>2008-10-22T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:30:53.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;its been long since i last updated this stupid blog of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;well i write in this blog when i cant stand wif wats happening wif me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i cant talk it our loud so beta typing den saying yah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;this is so bothering everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;im being the old time me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the one who left &amp;amp; hurt me alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;im feel that im becoming that gurl again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but not as worst as before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for now, loving jeredi alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but the msg that u gave hurt me alot dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but as u could hear my tone of my voice, it was ok rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;actualli i wasnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i was on the verge to break down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pretending &amp;amp; im acting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thats was all tt i could describe of yest's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Went to work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; it was disastrous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;surprisingly, i cried before starting work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i culdnt stand the feeling animore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how can i not worry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;besties say tt your feelings are fading away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how i hope it isnt true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but i noe it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all i need was someone that is there fer me alwaes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i just hope tt ure the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this might sound so disgusting and emotional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but who cares, these are my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yest, waited fer ur gd nite msg but u didnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; again, i slept wif a fully filled heavy heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; again, im trying to run away now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; again, i think that being missing fer a while would be the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love u jeredi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-3345528835285609249?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/3345528835285609249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/3345528835285609249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2008/10/2210.html' title='22/10'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-5795582576445809102</id><published>2008-04-13T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:49:03.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SADoFGhk8wI/AAAAAAAAACY/g2PKdgH5TDY/s1600-h/DSC019871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188401945079247618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SADoFGhk8wI/AAAAAAAAACY/g2PKdgH5TDY/s320/DSC019871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u alwaes ask me why i love eu dat much?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so i guess tis is the ans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i love eu bcause tis heart says that Mr right has come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i love eu bcause u put a smile on my face without fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i love eu bcause i noe u can be a good husband to me one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i love eu bcause whenever i close my eyes, ill picture u in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i love eu bcause god sent u to me to make my life happier then before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i love eu bcause now without u, i cant live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i love eu bcause ive made u my everyting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;yurp. tts how i feel. i never regretted meeting u. u make my everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but plz. dun ever leave me.ure my strength now. and without eu. i dun have my strength. i cant survive dearie.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but now im totalli confuse.one side people are telling me that u neva did love me.and one side ure telling me that it takes time to develop love.and another side ure telling me that u love me more den myself.it makes me insane tinking of all tis stuff.i said it before that if ure tt ordinary guy whom i just wanna play wif. da lama i walk off of ur life. but u aint tt ordinary guy in my life. i love you alot. Alot more than myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i put my ego down. i inherit patience in myself more den ever.just bcause of the fact i dun wanna loose eu. dammit! i wish u love me like i do. but asl smpi skrg u blom sound i stead klau u btol2 syg i? i pn sendiri tk phm.ire jeles wen i flirt arnd. but why till now u dun make me urs?shiitt men. ocnfuse.u said tt u dun understand me sumtimes. i guess i feel the same way too..i mean. i dun understand u at all..just pray to god that all of tis will end up to a good conclusion.adios bloggy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/7584078144394753479-5795582576445809102?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/5795582576445809102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/5795582576445809102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-strength.html' title='my strength'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/SADoFGhk8wI/AAAAAAAAACY/g2PKdgH5TDY/s72-c/DSC019871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-8168747234526810754</id><published>2008-03-19T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T13:55:01.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is he mr right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;and hell yeah,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; in love with king.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jubo&lt;/span&gt;!my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;everyting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt; one.but will it last?i myself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; sure bout it. king said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt; my ego &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;besar&lt;/span&gt;. maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tts&lt;/span&gt; kinda true. i love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;md&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;syahren&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; lyrics its the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;storie&lt;/span&gt; of me of king.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;MACAM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;jer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ku tak tahu mengapa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tiba-tiba sahaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Di dalam hati ini sering rindu padamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ingin kumeluahkan, tak berdaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ku tahu engkau jua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sangat sayang padaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kaupun sering merindu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bila tidak bertemu ternyata kau dan aku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Punya rasa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kau dan aku sudah ditakdirkan bertemu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dan tiba-tiba kita jatuh cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ini semua sudah suratan ilahi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dan kita harus tabah hadapi kenyataan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Biar... apapun terjadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aku... harap engkau tabah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Menerimaku sebagai teman barumu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Semoga kita saling sayang, bahagia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Usahlah engkau pergi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Semadi di hatiku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Masih menyayangimu, oh sayangku...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bila sehari tak jumpa, aku rindu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok go.and tis is king's fav songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Liza Hanim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Getaran Cinta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Di Jiwa Di hatiku cinta berbunga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dan rinduku seharum bunga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Setiap detik kini nyata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hanyalah dirimu sayang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Namun jauh di sudut hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mungkinkah kau daku miliki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tak sanggup aku bersendiri lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kehilanganmu oh! kasih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tak sanggupku menghadapi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tuhan sesungguhnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kau lebih mengerti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pedih... menyaksikan dikau dan dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pilu... airmata kasih mengalir di pipi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hampa... impianku luka berdarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mana harusku bawa hati yang kecewa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tak sanggup kehilanganmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Walau itu hanya dalam mimpiku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dengarkanlah oh sayang bicaraku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sesungguhnya ku menyintaimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ku luahkan perasaanku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yang terpendam di dalam kalbu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ku tulis lagu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dengarkanlah getaran cinta di jiwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Seandainya dikau mengerti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Katakanlah pada diriku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Siapakah yang ada di hatimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Telah sekian lamanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kau bertakhta dalam jiwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Setiap ketika rinduku untukmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-8168747234526810754?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/8168747234526810754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/8168747234526810754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2008/03/is-he-mr-right.html' title='is he mr right?'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-5257582097176218486</id><published>2008-03-13T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:49:03.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOHAMAD SYAHREN BIN MOHAMAD OSMAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/R9gW9JdJruI/AAAAAAAAACI/zWLY8Y1WpjA/s1600-h/1_940061095l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176913011428404962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/R9gW9JdJruI/AAAAAAAAACI/zWLY8Y1WpjA/s320/1_940061095l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (so syahren told me it was dress to impress day.RP.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/R9gW9pdJrvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/87vCJnuaI6k/s1600-h/09-03-08_0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176913020018339570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/R9gW9pdJrvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/87vCJnuaI6k/s320/09-03-08_0037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (future huband precious ring.actualli not a ring uh.but he uses it in every basis.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;As time flows by, tis feeling of mine gets more &amp;amp; more deeper. i couldnt tink of anyone else except fer king. and yarh i aint a FANATIC of king okae.im just too in love with him.kk.last sundae, which is on 8 of march.i paitao keje uh. den went to bull's sis wedding.den i dint noe tt swensen prngi.sundal tol..kk. im mad with dem.the whom i dun prefer to tok bout to.cb.which lead onie 2 werkin daes fer tis week.ah.i dun care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;due to stress, i decided to torn with king and some of ours fwenz.ask permission frem sis and yeah, she said yes.but in return king nid to take care of me lor.:D:D..had great fun.dey smoke and drank absolute vodka and red bull..yea i drank too.but onie red bull eh.good gal okae.haha. i had great fun la wif dem.seriuz. spending time wif ur loved one till 8 am.who doesnt appreciate the time.but all gd tings cum to an end.it was so hard to leave.memories and memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;so arnd 9 am in the morning.i drag king to come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;my house.kater jer lapar.abeh bile da beli mee siam tk tahu nk makan. jubo and bahalol nyer anak..haha..bahalol2 pon.syg jugak siol..katerkan lah.future husband..n as usual.king jadi bahan kekek uh kat uma.haha.BULLY time.. tu lah u..suke bully i kan.. haha.revenge..it was enjoyzing..heh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;so yest..rini told me tis two tings bout syahren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1)syahren klau syg org tu, dia cnfm syg, so dun worri,i was like, i hope so uh.tanyer king pn.he sae its true.but, i dunno la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2)king was a playboy. but dis one lucky bitch changed her lor.stoopid.of course jeles uh.psl im nt tt gal hu changed his prngi.i told him tt im fcukin jeles..and he knew why.so tk yah explain kan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;rini blanje me tis ring worth 15 bucks.wif free engraving.i wanted to crave in king space hanie.but it wuldnt be nice.so i decided to put it in tis wae.syahren space shafawani.haha..swii per..s &amp;amp; s.jubo uh u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;now it like 2 :10 pm.thursdae.15 march. still waitin fer him yo ko.tapi tk kol2.kepale jubret peh anak.ai sey MAN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;dear king,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;u noe seriuzly speaking, i noe im nt tt beautiful to go wif u.i mean u have the looks lah..duh!but i dunt.so knaper tersangkut??i pon heran sak u..heran giler nyer.i dunt expect u to tersangkut.psl u can find gals who r beta den me.who can cook.tk pemlz.and muke tk pecah.haiya2.k bottomline is. i love you mohamad syahren. now, till the day i die.ill promise to love eu and no one else.unless u leave me.ill be alone.wif no hopes.so plz..dn u ever go okae dear.im purely weak wthout u by my side.im notin without u. cause u have become my life.maybe u wont die fer me if i were to go. i dun even tink i mean someting in ur life. or r u just playing eif me heart.r u just tt old playboy?tons n tons of qs appear in my mind.but im speechless.i myself, dunno how to ans it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WAITING-LIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:photo of us taken in my house.i hope its nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;so tt i enlarge the size.and put it in my bedroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-syahfawani-&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/7584078144394753479-5257582097176218486?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/5257582097176218486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/5257582097176218486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2008/03/mohamad-syahren-bin-mohamad-osman.html' title='MOHAMAD SYAHREN BIN MOHAMAD OSMAN'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/R9gW9JdJruI/AAAAAAAAACI/zWLY8Y1WpjA/s72-c/1_940061095l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-3942564271015642922</id><published>2008-03-01T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T17:58:54.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>king</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and hell yeah.i jusr dun wan anibody else except fer king. i have many crushes whom i claim as love. but now den i noe how true love feels.dammit.i onie waanna marry mohamad syahren bin osman okie.no one else.his my darling.and todae pagi2.he went to clubbing lah.i dun expect him to msg me.but he did.rindu la tu si bahaol tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and his lasy msg was.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;u, honestly speaking, im a bad boy..but i don noe y im stuck wif u.u nyer dunia laen dari i tau. tapi how i dun noe y?u baek tapi i nie rabak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;dear king,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;                i can accept u fer whatever you are.mcm mane u jahat sekalipon.i cant turn back.ive taken the risk to make u everytin. and if u go, i have notin in my life.NOTHING.i noe  do   stupid stuffs which i myself find it foolish. but everyone can change. and i believe in that okae. it makes me cry reading ur msg all over again.tak pernah terlintas dlm fikiran i to let u go.u have stolen my heart okie dear. and plz.dun return it back to me. cause its urs. u noe.fer the ferst time.ure the ferst guy whom i wanna marry wif. i wanna spent my eternity wif.the one i wanna speak to till the dae i die.ive fallen hard to the ground, and i neva wanna stand up again. cause im urs.im just urs. i syg u la sial. seriuzli. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-3942564271015642922?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/3942564271015642922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/3942564271015642922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2008/03/king.html' title='king'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-1815451717197995072</id><published>2008-02-27T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:49:03.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.ferst true love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/R8RLxKjoEOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kCTAWU_5Kek/s1600-h/my+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171341580147626210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/R8RLxKjoEOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kCTAWU_5Kek/s320/my+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok go.haha.its his werd.kk.fine. ive forgotten bout the past since he came into my life.and i dun wanna spent time wif anione but him.yurp. maybe i just noe him but i myself dunno why i sayang him tt much. until i cried when it was 10 plus2. i dun wanna loose him. anibody except fer him and my family. its a no2 way. my KING. his my life.kk. full de name ok babey. mohamad syahren bin osman. yea.gosh.he met my family and guess wat.he's the FERST guy hu my enitre family met.and like duh!! my mum n sis like him alot. i tink if i were to get marries to him. no objections babe..conferm 100% setuju nyer..haha.JOKING.tis bahalol of mine doesnt noe how mush he mean to me now.like 3/4 of my life la seii.. and me, the bahalol of his, just dunt noe his deep down inside feelings. dammmit! dun rush tings wani.go wif the flow babe. i dun expect too much. i mean i dun expect anitin.i kan muke pecah king.. tk lawa.baholol.kurang ajar.semua.saper nak i kan shiit.haha.dammit la.influence to maki onie.smpi kene sound dgn mama. his the greatest tt happen to me fer the past 16 yrs.. and NO! i dun wan to loose him like how sumbody walk out of my life wthout saying anitin.. kimek..aku syg dia sia. aku pon tk tau asl.. urgh..diam2 jer lah wani. kau je tau..dgn aisya dgn saf jer tau..lain tk tau takper..&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/7584078144394753479-1815451717197995072?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-8020580364808315483</id><published>2008-02-08T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:49:04.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUHD FADLI JOHAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/R6tAq-QA_rI/AAAAAAAAABk/JhLiIb3vUnk/s1600-h/1_335818244l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164292504719261362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/R6tAq-QA_rI/AAAAAAAAABk/JhLiIb3vUnk/s320/1_335818244l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/R6tAreQA_sI/AAAAAAAAABs/QJbulkhbFHA/s1600-h/l.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164292513309195970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/R6tAreQA_sI/AAAAAAAAABs/QJbulkhbFHA/s320/l.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;damn la. i miss fadli too.sheesh. dear, i just hope one day u will accept the fact that malay gals are much beta den chinese. and one day i noe u'll definitely marry a MALAY GAL! its either me or sum typical minah-ish gal. just wait and see ok dear?well, i miss u like one fcuking shiit. but i noe. u wunt even want to hear my name or even see my face. AND i can sae.since i was sec 1, he is and stil my perfect one. the real fadli is one hell of a guy hu doesnt have his limits. mcm sialan maner. doesnt care bout other ppl's feelings and SEEK FER REVENGE. tts fadli i noe. tts fadli is. and he hasnt change fer a single tiny wini bit.but dear, i miss you la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-8020580364808315483?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/8020580364808315483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/8020580364808315483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2008/02/muhd-fadli-johar.html' title='MUHD FADLI JOHAR'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/R6tAq-QA_rI/AAAAAAAAABk/JhLiIb3vUnk/s72-c/1_335818244l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584078144394753479.post-787803140012155851</id><published>2008-02-04T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:49:04.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUHD FAZLI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/R6YDaOQA_nI/AAAAAAAAABE/6Sd1yAezAy0/s1600-h/1_453849965l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162817771863604850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/R6YDaOQA_nI/AAAAAAAAABE/6Sd1yAezAy0/s320/1_453849965l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/R6YDa-QA_oI/AAAAAAAAABM/mSby1vVBXp8/s1600-h/1_165558139l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162817784748506754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/R6YDa-QA_oI/AAAAAAAAABM/mSby1vVBXp8/s320/1_165558139l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/R6YDbeQA_pI/AAAAAAAAABU/siTMIYZO83U/s1600-h/1_705468675l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162817793338441362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/R6YDbeQA_pI/AAAAAAAAABU/siTMIYZO83U/s320/1_705468675l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/R6YDbeQA_qI/AAAAAAAAABc/_3NT1EaFnyY/s1600-h/1_947501834l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162817793338441378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/R6YDbeQA_qI/AAAAAAAAABc/_3NT1EaFnyY/s320/1_947501834l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ferst and formost, im not in love wif zulfiqar.maybe it was a little crush.* he belongs to ifah.so i let him go.hes not fer me.thats all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;now, i still love fadli sia.no matter wad.hes still in here somewhere.and tinking of fadli, i remembered fazli the most without failing. i left fadli just to be wif fazli.and wheres fazli now. hes not even caring or contacting me. one werd.ure useless!!get it??but i still miss eu. URE A LIAR!!U SAID U DIDNT DRINK.AND WHEN I SAW THE BOTTLE THAT U HOLD.IT WAS AN ALCOHOL DRINK.SIAL UH.IM FCUKIN DISAPPOINTED.u said u will neva drink.and wat now?? u noe wat. i shldnt let fadli go.i shldnt tell him i love eu and onie eu. cause now, i tink fadli is beta den u. u didnt take care of me fazli.u didnt care bout my feelings.u didnt love me the way i did. u didnt even bother to try and confess ur feelings towerds ne, im ashamed of u. and lookin at amirul's profile. i saw not onie the alcohol drink but the uni u wore. and i remembered how we use to joke arnd during skul time. i miss those days. n u dunno how fcukinli i miss you rite.hu didnt react upon heating how much i missed u.safiah told u. and i knew u care but u just dun show it to her,.if nt u wuldnt have ask wen i said dat i miss u rite.after safiah told me tt he tinks that most likelifazli has a new gal un his life, i felt reeli down. and i told safiah tis.GO AHEAD FAZLI, I DUNT CARE. BUT U CANT FIND A GAL BETA DEN ME.and laugh along wif safiah.. no one can stand u like i do okae. its about 1 yr ive waited and not even once u ask me out on a date.DAMN U!i have feelings too ok.since im out of siglap. i tink u can do wateva u want.cause ill be a burden if i kept on worrying bout u rite mohd fazli bin abdul razak??darn. ure just useless la.but i still miss u siak.dun u noe.evridae i waited fer u to msg me, and wen the phone vibrates, i juz hope it was u. but it wasnt.haiya.i miss u fazli. i reeli do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584078144394753479-787803140012155851?l=helenaymoske.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/787803140012155851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584078144394753479/posts/default/787803140012155851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenaymoske.blogspot.com/2008/02/muhd-fazli.html' title='MUHD FAZLI'/><author><name>HANIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516473296035868018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3bEU8N036w/R6YDaOQA_nI/AAAAAAAAABE/6Sd1yAezAy0/s72-c/1_453849965l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
