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&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, Countdown was a blast!!&lt;br /&gt;i must admit that 2009 was really a bad year for me.&lt;br /&gt;alot of heartaches in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;now it's 2010, it's a fresh start for me.&lt;br /&gt;and for Maman too.&lt;br /&gt;standing at that bridge, throwin away the stupid rings, i threw away all about my past..&lt;br /&gt;all the hurt and pain now in the bottom of Singapore River together with the rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, please do check out our Countdown pix.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, this will officially be my last post in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;i will be moving to another blog as i'm leaving my past behind and starting anew.&lt;br /&gt;so, this is where i say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-530073932151997796</id><published>2009-12-27T03:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:57:26.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken-hearted girlbeyonce</title><content type='html'>You're everything I thought you never were&lt;br /&gt;And nothing like I thought you could have been&lt;br /&gt;But still you live inside of me&lt;br /&gt;So tell me how is that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one I wish I could forget&lt;br /&gt;The only one I love to not forgive&lt;br /&gt;And thought you break my heart&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though there are times when I hate you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't erase the times that you hurt me&lt;br /&gt;And put tears on my face&lt;br /&gt;And even now while I hate you its pains me to say&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll be there at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be without you babe&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna take a breath without you babe&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to play that part&lt;br /&gt;I know that I love you but let me just say&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna love you in no kinda way, no no&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to play the broken-hearted girl no no&lt;br /&gt;No broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;I'm no broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something that I feel I need to say&lt;br /&gt;But up 'til now I've always been afraid&lt;br /&gt;That you would never come around&lt;br /&gt;And still I wanna put this out&lt;br /&gt;You say you got the most respect for me&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I feel you're not deserving of me&lt;br /&gt;And still you're in my heart&lt;br /&gt;But you're the only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes there are times when I hate you&lt;br /&gt;But I don't complain&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've been afraid that you would walk away&lt;br /&gt;Oh but now I don't hate you I'm happy to say&lt;br /&gt;That I will be there at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be without you babe&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna take a breath without you baby&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to play that part&lt;br /&gt;I know that I love you but let me just say&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna love you in no kinda way, no no&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to play the broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm at a place I thought I'd never be, ooh&lt;br /&gt;I'm living in a world that's all about you and me, mmm yeah&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gotta be afraid, my broken heart is free&lt;br /&gt;To spread my wings and fly away, away with you,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah, oh ohh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be without my baby&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna to take a breath without my baby&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to play that part&lt;br /&gt;I know that I love you but let me just say&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna love you in no kinda way, no no&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to play the broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;Broken-hearted girl, no, no&lt;br /&gt;No broken-hearted girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-530073932151997796?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/530073932151997796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=530073932151997796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/530073932151997796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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messed up.&lt;br /&gt;what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;deep inside i am still lonely.&lt;br /&gt;it's always about other people, never about me.&lt;br /&gt;i am in pain.&lt;br /&gt;can't anyone understand that?&lt;br /&gt;can't YOU understand that?&lt;br /&gt;can you feel my pain?&lt;br /&gt;i am dying here.&lt;br /&gt;bit by bit it is eating me up from the inside.&lt;br /&gt;day by day i am getting weak.&lt;br /&gt;sooner or later, i won't even have the strength to stand up on my own, what more for you.&lt;br /&gt;or for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i’m out here alone, oh God can you save me now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sinking my heart turns to stone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know what truly makes me happy?&lt;br /&gt;do you even know what i want?&lt;br /&gt;or what i need?&lt;br /&gt;stop pushing me to the edge.&lt;br /&gt;i will fall and break.&lt;br /&gt;and there won't be any turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel numb.&lt;br /&gt;words are like venom.&lt;br /&gt;they paralyse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am the sinking ship.&lt;br /&gt;and all the shits piling are just making me sink further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will i come up for air?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words are torture to the mind.&lt;br /&gt;and not much actions seen either.&lt;br /&gt;i am in your shadows.&lt;br /&gt;through troubled times, i am here alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;save me, take me home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;save me take me home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wishing that this all would end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-1027734267676664971?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/1027734267676664971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=1027734267676664971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/1027734267676664971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/1027734267676664971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/12/lead-sails-and-paper-anchor.html' title='lead sails (and a paper anchor)'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-2195402055080774549</id><published>2009-12-04T15:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T15:44:55.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm having this heavy feeling in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;insecurities never fail to overwhelm me.&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/28915818-2195402055080774549?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-3416357777456487411</id><published>2009-12-01T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T00:59:04.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and fuck i need a new blogskin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heh.&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/28915818-3416357777456487411?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/3416357777456487411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-496780405169671250</id><published>2009-12-01T00:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T00:54:26.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me and the vamp</title><content type='html'>i have opened a new chapter in my life.&lt;br /&gt;i am not the same person i was before.&lt;br /&gt;often i question myself, "why him?".&lt;br /&gt;and i could never get the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone once told me, follow your heart and not your head coz your mind will play tricks on you.&lt;br /&gt;that is somehow right, to a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;i did follow my heart in falling for someone new.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm just living it up in the present.&lt;br /&gt;no more living in the past, and no more hoping for the future.&lt;br /&gt;hopes will only bring disappointments.&lt;br /&gt;no more future plans, coz plans never work out.&lt;br /&gt;i embrace whatever that may come, be it good or bad, happy or sad.&lt;br /&gt;if it happens, it happens.&lt;br /&gt;if it doesn't, then go cry in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i have strong feelings about this fella.&lt;br /&gt;and i know some things are holding me back.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just free falling.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how i'll land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i know now is that i am happy with him.&lt;br /&gt;and i wish it'd stay this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: i am Maman Screams' =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-496780405169671250?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/496780405169671250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-421534655653118424</id><published>2009-11-27T20:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T21:04:00.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aidiladha</title><content type='html'>selamat hari raya aidiladha!!&lt;br /&gt;and somehow today i had the same feeling like i had during hari raya aidilfitri.&lt;br /&gt;just sadness.&lt;br /&gt;missing so many things. too many hurtful things.&lt;br /&gt;i guess all this while i've been trying too hard to please everyone else but myself.&lt;br /&gt;ok i shall not start all the crappy shits in my life.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here goes..&lt;br /&gt;i'm dating somebody new.&lt;br /&gt;Maman =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, someone who is actually sensitive to my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;someone who actually cried with me when i'm down.&lt;br /&gt;someone who actually loves my short hair and appreciates me for who and what i am.&lt;br /&gt;someone who actually could melt my heart again.&lt;br /&gt;everyone has their own flaws.&lt;br /&gt;and i do accept his.&lt;br /&gt;i believe things happen for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;so we're just taking things slow, taking baby steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/Sw_NVpYgVXI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/P50dm8G3lMk/s1600/18112009426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/Sw_NVpYgVXI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/P50dm8G3lMk/s320/18112009426.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408767449264838002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-421534655653118424?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/421534655653118424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=421534655653118424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/421534655653118424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/421534655653118424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/11/aidiladha.html' title='aidiladha'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/Sw_NVpYgVXI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/P50dm8G3lMk/s72-c/18112009426.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-2786630539339963347</id><published>2009-11-18T03:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T03:59:24.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zig zag</title><content type='html'>whoohoo~!&lt;br /&gt;i'm back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;single and enjoying.&lt;br /&gt;obviously men are simply hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;and i can be happy without any man.&lt;br /&gt;heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i turn crooked?&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-2786630539339963347?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/2786630539339963347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=2786630539339963347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/2786630539339963347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/2786630539339963347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/11/zig-zag.html' title='zig zag'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-2093318841946731504</id><published>2009-10-31T18:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T19:02:00.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanya Sama Hati</title><content type='html'>Tanya pada pokok apa sebab goyang&lt;br /&gt;Nanti jawab pokok angin yang goncang&lt;br /&gt;Tanya sama langit apa sebab hujan&lt;br /&gt;Nanti jawab langit tanya lah awan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awan nanti kata aku kandung air&lt;br /&gt;Sampai tempat sejuk aku pun cair&lt;br /&gt;Tengok dalam air nampak bayang-bayang&lt;br /&gt;Campak satu batu bayang pun hilang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanya sama hati apa asal sayang&lt;br /&gt;Adakah tandanya nampak di pandang&lt;br /&gt;Kumbang rayu bunga, bulan dan bintangnya&lt;br /&gt;Punya tanda-tanda hubungan mesra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanya sama hati pernahkah merindu&lt;br /&gt;Ingat masa lena apa mimpimu&lt;br /&gt;Masa berjauhan apa nan di kenang&lt;br /&gt;Bila difahamkan itulah sayang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jikalau tidak kerana sayang&lt;br /&gt;Kuntuman kasih tak mungkin kembang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andainya jemu mengganti rindu&lt;br /&gt;Jambangan mesra tentulah layu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanya sama hati pernahkah merindu&lt;br /&gt;Ingat masa lena apa mimpimu&lt;br /&gt;Masa berjauhan apa nan dikenang&lt;br /&gt;Bila difahamkan itulah sayang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-2093318841946731504?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/2093318841946731504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-4714470085971374432</id><published>2009-10-31T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T18:53:22.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gurindam Jiwa</title><content type='html'>Tuai padi antara masak&lt;br /&gt;Esok jangan layu-layuan&lt;br /&gt;Intai kami antara nampak&lt;br /&gt;Esok jangan rindu-rinduan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak cina pasang lukah&lt;br /&gt;Lukah dipasang di tanjung jati&lt;br /&gt;Di dalam hati tidak ku lupa&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai rambut bersimpul mati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batang selasih permainan budak&lt;br /&gt;Daun selasih dimakan kuda&lt;br /&gt;Bercerai kasih talak tiada&lt;br /&gt;Seribu tahun kembali juga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burung merpati terbang seribu&lt;br /&gt;Hinggap seekor di tengah laman&lt;br /&gt;Hendak mati di hujung kuku&lt;br /&gt;Hendak berkubur di tapak tangan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau tuan mudik ke hulu&lt;br /&gt;Carikan saya bunga kemboja&lt;br /&gt;Kalau tuan mati dahulu&lt;br /&gt;Nantikan saya di pintu syurga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-4714470085971374432?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/4714470085971374432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=4714470085971374432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/4714470085971374432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/4714470085971374432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/10/gurindam-jiwa.html' title='Gurindam Jiwa'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-8856824972937018642</id><published>2009-10-29T03:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T04:00:24.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;i am so fucking unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-2450757977500469232</id><published>2009-10-15T20:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T20:09:34.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hate (i really don't like you)plain white t's</title><content type='html'>You were everything I wanted&lt;br /&gt;You were everything a girl could be&lt;br /&gt;Then you left me brokenhearted&lt;br /&gt;Now you don't mean a thing to me&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate is a strong word, but I really really really don't like you&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's over I don't even know what I liked about you&lt;br /&gt;Brought you around and you just brought me down&lt;br /&gt;Hate is a strong word but I really, really, really don't like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought that everything was perfect&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that how it's suppose to be&lt;br /&gt;Thought you thought that I was worth it&lt;br /&gt;Now I think a little differently&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's over you can't hurt me&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's over you can't bring me down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-2450757977500469232?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/2450757977500469232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=2450757977500469232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/2450757977500469232'/><link 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/StOSJuRJetI/AAAAAAAAAcw/47x6AV3Ulrw/s1600-h/09102009206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/StOSJuRJetI/AAAAAAAAAcw/47x6AV3Ulrw/s200/09102009206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391813874629049042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/StOSFEq2m5I/AAAAAAAAAco/bUxmlhijudM/s1600-h/09102009205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/StOSFEq2m5I/AAAAAAAAAco/bUxmlhijudM/s200/09102009205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391813794743098258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/StOSPEB1ylI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Uf8HdrCqeH0/s1600-h/09102009207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/StOSPEB1ylI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Uf8HdrCqeH0/s200/09102009207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391813966369770066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was how i look like right after my wisdom teeth extraction surgery.&lt;br /&gt;today is the 4th day since the op.&lt;br /&gt;it's less swollen now.&lt;br /&gt;hee..&lt;br /&gt;although my face still looks a lil squarish.&lt;br /&gt;i can feel the stitches with my tongue on my gums.&lt;br /&gt;this friday i have an appointment to remove the stitches.&lt;br /&gt;hee..&lt;br /&gt;kinda feel awkward without my extra teeth behind though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i went to watch a midnight show earlier today with friend.&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;after so long of not catching midnight shows.&lt;br /&gt;hee..&lt;br /&gt;watched Darah.&lt;br /&gt;what a bloody movie..&lt;br /&gt;super bloody that it really made me a lil nauseous.&lt;br /&gt;creepy though.&lt;br /&gt;and for the first time after so long i felt so scared to pillion on a bike.&lt;br /&gt;more specifically a scrambler.&lt;br /&gt;his scrambler was so high.&lt;br /&gt;blardy pineapple head.&lt;br /&gt;and he calls me kentang.&lt;br /&gt;because of my swollen face.&lt;br /&gt;"bodoh sia kau", i'd always say to him.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;what a cool friend.&lt;br /&gt;so nice to take me out knowing what kinda shithole i'm in.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells..&lt;br /&gt;went home straight after the show.&lt;br /&gt;and here i am now.&lt;br /&gt;chatting and facebook-ing and bloggin.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;life is soOo boring nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow meeting Addy to finish up my customized lappie skin.&lt;br /&gt;whoohoo~!&lt;br /&gt;have to give him some credit for squeezing his brain juices for it.&lt;br /&gt;hee..&lt;br /&gt;then perhaps goin out with Juli..&lt;br /&gt;aku nak shopping tapi tak boleh.&lt;br /&gt;macam mane? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya..&lt;br /&gt;somehow for the first time i feel so so SO glad to know that there are people or specifically guys who actually like girls with short hair.&lt;br /&gt;i mean they really find short haired girls cool and sexy.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;i dunno eh..&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm just feeling accepted for doing what i like.&lt;br /&gt;and feel kinda appreciated for being who i am.&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;i mean after so long that i've been told to keep my hair long and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;even my mom doesn't comment or disallow me to have short hair.&lt;br /&gt;heh..&lt;br /&gt;oh wells..&lt;br /&gt;i've decided to keep my hair short for the years to come.&lt;br /&gt;;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've talked to some friends recently.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i embrace all that has happened to me with an open heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aku redha dengan segala yang telah berlaku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dan redha dengan pemergian mu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-44422810170134547?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/44422810170134547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=44422810170134547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/44422810170134547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/44422810170134547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-is-4th-day-since-i-had-my-wisdom.html' title='updates'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/StOSJuRJetI/AAAAAAAAAcw/47x6AV3Ulrw/s72-c/09102009206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-4020434376793327943</id><published>2009-10-12T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T16:40:44.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when loneliness strikes</title><content type='html'>i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;yes you.&lt;br /&gt;you heartbreaker.&lt;br /&gt;you clingy, naive boy.&lt;br /&gt;yet i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;alot.&lt;br /&gt;the more i try to forget or hate you,&lt;br /&gt;the more i think of you and us.&lt;br /&gt;for i loved you so much.&lt;br /&gt;too much perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;that it had killed my soul.&lt;br /&gt;i let you in and you tear me down.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you but i love you.&lt;br /&gt;i want you but i don't want you.&lt;br /&gt;i want the old us like how we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;but it's never gonna happen again.&lt;br /&gt;not a single chance.&lt;br /&gt;no more chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lonely.&lt;br /&gt;so alone.&lt;br /&gt;it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;i'll make it through on my own.&lt;br /&gt;i spend my sleep in tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-4020434376793327943?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-1260670736020759291</id><published>2009-10-10T10:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T10:38:59.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>idon'tcarewhatyouwannasay</title><content type='html'>don't bother anymore&lt;br /&gt;coz that's what you do best.&lt;br /&gt;don't care anymore&lt;br /&gt;coz i too couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've caused me too much pain.&lt;br /&gt;there's just no initiative in you.&lt;br /&gt;i even start to think that you were with me perhaps out of sympathy or perhaps because of my past. out of pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't even hug me immediately when i cry.&lt;br /&gt;you were not there when i'm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember telling you this..&lt;br /&gt;"through troubled times, i am here with you".&lt;br /&gt;then i thought to myself,&lt;br /&gt;"through troubled times, i am here alone".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and things just got too much.&lt;br /&gt;stop being so demanding and clingy and dependent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would rather be sad because i'm alone than be sad and hurt being in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop texting me things that ain't gonna help things to get better.&lt;br /&gt;ignorance is my new bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;and you taught me that. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-1260670736020759291?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/1260670736020759291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=1260670736020759291' title='0 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type='text'>broken stringsjames morrison ft. nelly furtado</title><content type='html'>Let me hold you for the last time&lt;br /&gt;It's the last chance to feel again&lt;br /&gt;But you broke me, now I can't feel anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I love you it's so untrue&lt;br /&gt;I can't even convince myself&lt;br /&gt;When I'm speaking it's the voice of someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tears me up&lt;br /&gt;I try to hold on but it hurts too much&lt;br /&gt;I try to forgive but it's not enough to make it all okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't play on broken strings&lt;br /&gt;You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you something that ain't real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth hurts and a lie's worse&lt;br /&gt;How can I give anymore when I love you a little less than before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we doing&lt;br /&gt;We are turning into dust&lt;br /&gt;Playing house in the ruins of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running back through the fire&lt;br /&gt;When there's nothing left to save&lt;br /&gt;It's like chasing the very last train when it's too late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-7709055439513688042?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/7709055439513688042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=7709055439513688042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/7709055439513688042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/7709055439513688042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/10/broken-strings-james-morrison-ft-nelly.html' title='&lt;font size=4&gt;broken strings&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;james morrison ft. nelly furtado'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-2647473099075547510</id><published>2009-10-10T04:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T10:19:04.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain</title><content type='html'>i know he doesn't even think about me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;like what i felt for him, doesn't even matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;he's not gonna work things out.&lt;br /&gt;instead he just left me standing there all alone.&lt;br /&gt;he just walked out.&lt;br /&gt;i also know that i don't matter and he doesn't think about me anymore coz he has those bitches whom he claimed as friends.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so hurt that after a year of sacrifices and all, i just feel so unappreciated coz he always keep asking for more and more.&lt;br /&gt;and those ridiculous conditions he gave me, just blew it off.&lt;br /&gt;i thought if he at least try to be consistently nice to me, i will change and fix things together.&lt;br /&gt;but no... he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;he knew that giving such conditions is wrong but i guess he did it on purpose so that he can just let go of me easily.&lt;br /&gt;i won't be surprised if he's already with another bitch or bitches now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just hurts so bad that all the love i gave and things i did, doesn't even matter to him.&lt;br /&gt;yet he became more and more demanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just fucking painful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-2647473099075547510?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/2647473099075547510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=2647473099075547510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/2647473099075547510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/2647473099075547510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/10/pain.html' title='pain'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-6336547936849751634</id><published>2009-10-02T09:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:44:01.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last stand</title><content type='html'>i guess this will be my last entry about Fadli, my bbyboy.&lt;br /&gt;as much as it hurts me, i'll be happy if he is happy.&lt;br /&gt;like i've said before, if letting go means happiness to both of us, i'll embrace it with an open heart.&lt;br /&gt;all the smiles, laughs, tears, cries, hugs, kisses, arguments are all flashing in my head at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;for the last time, i read through all the SMS that he has ever sent me.&lt;br /&gt;and deleted them with a heavy heart.&lt;br /&gt;and tears do still come to my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not even gonna talk about the past anymore.&lt;br /&gt;not gonna brag about who did wrong or who's to be blamed.&lt;br /&gt;like i've said, it's nobody's fault that we're both different.&lt;br /&gt;and it's not about enjoyment, but i'm just being rational instead of emotional.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just following my head now instead of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the bottom of my heart, i am honestly sincere in letting him go for him to find his own happiness which i wasn't able to provide.&lt;br /&gt;i'm putting aside my disappointments, pain and sadness as long as he'll be happy.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sorry that i'm not the kind of girl that he likes or accepts.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not like any kind of girl out there.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry that i can't make him happy.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry that i'm not the kinda girl of his dreams.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to Muhd Fadli,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i treasure and cherish every single moment i had with you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be it good or bad, happy or sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you will always be in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i miss you and always will.&lt;br /&gt;ILY lots and loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pemergianmu akan ku terima dengan hati yang ikhlas dan terbuka.&lt;br /&gt;semoga kau bahagia, sayangku. :"(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-6336547936849751634?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/6336547936849751634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=6336547936849751634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/6336547936849751634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/6336547936849751634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-stand.html' title='last stand'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-2237400387043247133</id><published>2009-10-01T14:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:46:27.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memoirs</title><content type='html'>i may seem all so happy on the outside, but i can only cry deep deep in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i don't love him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;but it's just too much.&lt;br /&gt;he's never gonna be a man.&lt;br /&gt;never gonna win my heart.. or keep winning my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said that every meeting is destined by God.&lt;br /&gt;and he's thankful that God led him to me.&lt;br /&gt;but is this how he do me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the first time we went out..&lt;br /&gt;that was when we saw the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;i remember the first time i poured out my feelings to him.&lt;br /&gt;it was at Stadium Waterfront. on 170708.&lt;br /&gt;i remember how i always fall asleep in his arms or on his lap..&lt;br /&gt;and he would play with my hair gently, putting me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i remember the time i was drunk and i kept looking for him.&lt;br /&gt;hoping that he'll be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;i remember all the times we went fishing.&lt;br /&gt;and he was the one who taught me how to fish.&lt;br /&gt;i remember all the late night outings to recce and movies and rides to nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;i remember how we love to smell each other's noses.&lt;br /&gt;i remember how he celebrated my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;he surprised me and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;i remember that one time he piggybacked me.&lt;br /&gt;it was at Mt Faber.&lt;br /&gt;which used to be my favourite place.&lt;br /&gt;a place that held so many sweet memories of him and me.&lt;br /&gt;but now stained by the presence of a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;i remember our first few arguments.&lt;br /&gt;i left home and went to Stadium Waterfront alone, without telling him.&lt;br /&gt;and he came to look for me there.&lt;br /&gt;we hugged and we both cried.&lt;br /&gt;and sadly, the last time we met, we talked about all the shits we've been going through..&lt;br /&gt;we hugged and cried in each other arms.&lt;br /&gt;that was the last time, last moment of my memories with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's all i can ever have.&lt;br /&gt;memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hurt i was, i still put up with him.&lt;br /&gt;and he can easily just give me up and said that he regretted.&lt;br /&gt;but all this pain i'm having just has to stop.&lt;br /&gt;i have to move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-2237400387043247133?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/2237400387043247133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=2237400387043247133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/2237400387043247133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/2237400387043247133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/10/memoirs.html' title='memoirs'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-910437267544256885</id><published>2009-09-30T11:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T11:24:46.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>once bitten twice shy</title><content type='html'>you know how unfair it is when you're struggling with your relationship and the other party just do nothin but complain and complain??&lt;br /&gt;when you did all you could to get him back and he was having a ball with another bitch?&lt;br /&gt;and you tried so hard to hold the relationship till u felt like you're being the "man" instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to YOU. and YOU know who YOU are.&lt;br /&gt;i know you're not even gonna change or come back.&lt;br /&gt;coz you're so predictable.&lt;br /&gt;and you're not even half the man i am.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;you don't even have the guts or courage to fight for what you want/need/love.&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah.. you can brag about last time...&lt;br /&gt;when you were wooing me..&lt;br /&gt;trying to win my heart..&lt;br /&gt;but that was IT.&lt;br /&gt;when you already had me, everything was gone.&lt;br /&gt;and of course, it was all my fault.&lt;br /&gt;i'm the one who "buat perangai" and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;FYI, being laid back does mean being like a belangkas.&lt;br /&gt;being in a relationship, and please understand the word RELATIONSHIP first, doesn't mean that i have to be restricted to the extent of like a wife.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;like they say, "belom ade ikatan ape-ape pun".&lt;br /&gt;in other words, no LEGAL strings attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may be like this now, but i know when i step into marriage life, it's gonna be a totally different responsibility to your partner than being in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;some guys just can't live on their own.&lt;br /&gt;too pampered i guess.&lt;br /&gt;like they can get whatever they want.&lt;br /&gt;and oh.. that reminds me.&lt;br /&gt;what happened to "i'll do whatever it takes to get what i want"??&lt;br /&gt;i remember hearing that line when you were wooing me.&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;br /&gt;get real man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when all else fails, it becomes my fault.&lt;br /&gt;never did he realise the flaws in the relationship itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna come back coz i know you're not even gonna try to win me back again.&lt;br /&gt;CHAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i gotta feeling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that tonight's gonna be a good night. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-910437267544256885?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-4327700669724710840</id><published>2009-09-28T10:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:30:56.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>l.o.v.e</title><content type='html'>it's always easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;in a relationship,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to love alone is not enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz when there's no mutual understanding, trust and perhaps family blessings, things will get really rough.&lt;br /&gt;i've already accepted things as it is.&lt;br /&gt;if we're destined for each other, then we will be together.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps not now, perhaps in the future.&lt;br /&gt;if it's meant to be, it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just nobody's fault that we were brought up differently, we think and see things in a a totally different point of view, our personalities are just different.&lt;br /&gt;and that's the cause for no mutual understanding and led on to arguments every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am tired.&lt;br /&gt;tired of struggling in this relationship.&lt;br /&gt;yes my dreams are his too.&lt;br /&gt;that is to get married and start a family, with him.&lt;br /&gt;but perhaps my dreams still have a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sad.&lt;br /&gt;sad because after all that i've done, he's just gonna ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps because i've always given in to him.&lt;br /&gt;that's why he thinks that i will never go away or that i will eventually come back to him.&lt;br /&gt;but that's all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i am being firm with myself too.&lt;br /&gt;i have my rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i am being rational instead of emotional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;yes i wanted him back so bad before.&lt;br /&gt;i did all i could to win him back.&lt;br /&gt;coz i thought my happiness is with him.&lt;br /&gt;and i regretted what i've done before.&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't mean that i have to be the only one doing everything for this relationship? that i'll have to be the only one to keep winning his heart?&lt;br /&gt;then what about my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody once said that it's not about finding the right person but it's about creating the right relationship.&lt;br /&gt;but if two people met and fell in love but have totally different characters and perspectives in life, it just leads to having no mutual understanding between each other.&lt;br /&gt;how to create the right relationship like that?&lt;br /&gt;you can change attitude and behaviour but not character coz character is just the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;and no one is to be blamed for being yourself.&lt;br /&gt;so perhaps it is about finding the right person afterall.&lt;br /&gt;and perhaps i'm not the right one for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can rationalize a million things to him and he'll still not see the picture.&lt;br /&gt;simply because our character and perception of things is just different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don't want him to be miserable being with me.&lt;br /&gt;it's not about enjoyment, and i'm not fooling around either.&lt;br /&gt;but it's the best for the future of both me and him.&lt;br /&gt;there won't be anymore hurt, misunderstandings and unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to love somebody doesn't meant you have to be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;to love is easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;but to keep the love going is not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-8936948653694262356</id><published>2009-09-28T02:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T02:41:18.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>energykeri hilson</title><content type='html'>I wish I could rip out a page of my memory&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I put too much energy in him and me&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait 'til I get through this phase&lt;br /&gt;Cuz it's killing me&lt;br /&gt;Too bad we can't re-write our own history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a mystery when he's here with me&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe I'm still lonely&lt;br /&gt;Chances fading now, patience running out&lt;br /&gt;This ain't how it's supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having nightmares from sleeping with the enemy&lt;br /&gt;How did we reverse the chemistry&lt;br /&gt;I don't want us to be the end of me&lt;br /&gt;This love is taking all of my energy&lt;br /&gt;Energy, my energy&lt;br /&gt;Taking all of my energy&lt;br /&gt;Energy, my energy&lt;br /&gt;Taking all of my energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems only like yesterday, not even gravity&lt;br /&gt;Could keep your feet off the ground when you're with me&lt;br /&gt;How can two be as one&lt;br /&gt;We've become so divided now&lt;br /&gt;There's no use hiding from my misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a mystery when he's here with me&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe I'm still lonely&lt;br /&gt;Chances fading now, patience running out&lt;br /&gt;This ain't how it's supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can feel a change in me&lt;br /&gt;And I can't afford to slip much further&lt;br /&gt;From the person I was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid to walk alone&lt;br /&gt;Not give it up but moving on&lt;br /&gt;Before it gets too deep&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're taking all of my energy&lt;div 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-6894991448967690607</id><published>2009-09-15T03:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T03:50:17.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insert title here</title><content type='html'>i can't sleeeeeeeeeep!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head is spinning.&lt;br /&gt;pusing-pusing macam gasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a new lappie!!!&lt;br /&gt;Acer Aspire.&lt;br /&gt;whee~&lt;br /&gt;cool shit.&lt;br /&gt;now i feel like the new iPod touch.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;but i shall not be greedy ay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided not to get blings.&lt;br /&gt;heee..&lt;br /&gt;or at least not for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got myself new specs from Levi's.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after long talks with friends and deep thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;i love Muhd Fadli very much.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm NOT a walking ATM.&lt;br /&gt;*peace* =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, enough of randoms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-6894991448967690607?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/6894991448967690607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=6894991448967690607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/6894991448967690607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/6894991448967690607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;so, i guess i'll just highlight the updates..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i brought Fadli to meet my family (including my mom).. we went to break fast together at Siam Kitchen. then we jalan-jalan at Suntec.. bro bought mom a new hp, then we went to TCC for a drink before we headed to Lau Pa Sat for satay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i got myself 2 Coach bags.. whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) my mom, sis and i are goin Turkey this december..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) i lost my Puma shoes and Crocs. *ughh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Fadli has a new ride.. DRZ baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) i miss ward 27. since i came back to 46, i've been hearing alot of political shits and fucked up attitudes of certain people.. *blargh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calon-calonnya adalah..... kaki muke-muke, kaki pautoh, kaki menjawab, kaki biadap, kaki know-everything, kaki pemalas, kaki sembarang, kaki mulut puki, kaki cap kuning tanah besar.. (macam banyak gitu kan.. padahal tak :p) dan pemenangnya adalah.... *drum rolls* pandai-pandai lah fikir ye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm beginning to feel so unmotivated to come to work everyday. heh. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;'ve been the talk of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) i just need to do alot of retail therapy!!&lt;br /&gt;LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) i seriously have alot of shits to pay.. CPF has already sent me the 3rd reminder to pay my loan that i used for my poly fees. and it's a total of like $6k+. the Turkey trip, my insurance, my license, and soon, the car. then my advanced dip, and followed by the engagement. *headache*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) i'm sorry if it's a big deal to some people that i spend most of my time at home or with the bf. it's just too bad. but that doesn't mean that i'll drag bf along everytime i wanna go out with friends. heh. like Michelle and Azlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know some people have had small talks about me being back with the bf. but then again, that's how it is when you're attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no offence and not trying to imply to anyone, but just too bad if your bf/fiance/hubby doesn't spend much time with you like how Fadli does to me. or if you even have a bf. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't deny that it may get suffocating at times like how i used to feel before, but then again, i'm gonna get married to him someday. so i might as well just get used to it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la i'll stop ranting. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) hmmm... should i get blings??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-4293342634283922093?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/4293342634283922093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=4293342634283922093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/4293342634283922093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/4293342634283922093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/09/d.html' title='ten'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-9156374466329813633</id><published>2009-07-27T22:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:51:07.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>faith</title><content type='html'>today is the first day that he's in camp.&lt;br /&gt;kuang3..&lt;br /&gt;re-serving the nation for this whole week.&lt;br /&gt;and please let this week pass quickly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never been happier in my life than to be back with him.&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda hard to explain but something keeps telling me that we're made for each other.&lt;br /&gt;i hope and i pray that it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hope by 2nd year, we'll be planning of engagement/marriage with each other's families.&lt;br /&gt;now i just gotta have faith.&lt;br /&gt;things are gonna be different now.&lt;br /&gt;and i have set my &lt;span&gt;game plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells..&lt;br /&gt;went karaoke with him and his family yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;camwhored a lil.&lt;br /&gt;but it's still not enough to comfort myself from missing&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/Sm2-GGn4_mI/AAAAAAAAAbw/NnSnbuDbn78/s1600-h/SDC10375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" 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href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/07/game-plan.html' title='faith'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/Sm2-GGn4_mI/AAAAAAAAAbw/NnSnbuDbn78/s72-c/SDC10375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-1900813816939349773</id><published>2009-07-22T00:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T01:00:10.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twisties</title><content type='html'>again and again i'm denying the feeling of insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;again and again i keep telling myself that everything will be ok now.&lt;br /&gt;but why don't i feel so?&lt;br /&gt;i know he always say "don't think too much"..&lt;br /&gt;but if i don't and shit happens, i'll be caught off-guard.&lt;br /&gt;and then i'll just go berserk.&lt;br /&gt;haywire.&lt;br /&gt;and i hate that.&lt;br /&gt;like i wanna know every thing, and i mean every single thing that is going on.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna be left in the dark. no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or shall i just stay in the shadows?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complicated.&lt;br /&gt;i am sooo twisted.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to pop pills to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;good night world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-1900813816939349773?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/1900813816939349773/comments/default' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-2177833830924216662</id><published>2009-07-20T00:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:46:30.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>life is always full of ups and down.&lt;br /&gt;one day its up, and the next it comes crashing down.&lt;br /&gt;heh..&lt;br /&gt;the issue about him has finally settled and now issues of at home.&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;i dunno when this one will end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 20th BURFDAY YASMIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days ago was our 1st year anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;sweet kan..&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got rings with our names engraved on them.&lt;br /&gt;he got me that Puma jacket that i've been wanting.&lt;br /&gt;and i got him a card.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;i feel bad for just getting him that seh..&lt;br /&gt;hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for that DRZ baby!&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still thinking of a name for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/SmNNYg_OFiI/AAAAAAAAAbg/PgQk226U1Kk/s1600-h/LGIM0027%2801%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/SmNNYg_OFiI/AAAAAAAAAbg/PgQk226U1Kk/s200/LGIM0027%2801%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360213065068320290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/SmNNiggYisI/AAAAAAAAAbo/4nUFdeKlDSs/s1600-h/LGIM0022%2801%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: 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well..&lt;br /&gt;poppin pills to bed.&lt;br /&gt;good nite world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-1391529549289597477?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/1391529549289597477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=1391529549289597477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/1391529549289597477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/1391529549289597477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/07/170708.html' title='170708'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-8647889587257489967</id><published>2009-07-14T05:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T05:25:01.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow!&lt;br /&gt;the screen is like freaking BIG.&lt;br /&gt;LOL..&lt;br /&gt;old skool computers we have here in CGH.&lt;br /&gt;ahakz..&lt;br /&gt;oh here i am again bloggin on my night shift..&lt;br /&gt;*yawn!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a new phone!!&lt;br /&gt;5730, baby!&lt;br /&gt;whoohoo!&lt;br /&gt;and it's only $98.&lt;br /&gt;with new contract, of course.&lt;br /&gt;hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days to go...&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still thinking of a good plan to celebrate that day.&lt;br /&gt;like STILL thinking.......&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;help me? anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blargh.&lt;br /&gt;i'm freaking cold.&lt;br /&gt;and sleepy..&lt;br /&gt;gonna nap now.&lt;br /&gt;good nap world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-8647889587257489967?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/8647889587257489967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=8647889587257489967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/8647889587257489967'/><link 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painful waiting finally paid off??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i feel like things are falling into place again.&lt;br /&gt;however, i'm sorry that i had to break somebody else's heart.&lt;br /&gt;that is JibJib.&lt;br /&gt;it's just that i feel like he's not meant for me.&lt;br /&gt;or i'm not meant for him.&lt;br /&gt;well, i had to do what i had to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, sometimes you have to lose something and only then you'd realise how important it is and that you should have treasured it.&lt;br /&gt;you're a gem, bby.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna let go, ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i watched Obsessed with my sister just now.&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce really knows how to kick ass.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i would do the same if there's a girl who is obsessed with my hubby.&lt;br /&gt;heh..&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i should ey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah..&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting a new hp, bby!&lt;br /&gt;nokia 5730.&lt;br /&gt;finally, it's time. =)&lt;div 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and feet perspired in the cold air-conditioned car.&lt;br /&gt;and the instructor kept telling me to relax.&lt;br /&gt;and he said i was hold on to the steering wheel too tighty.&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;takot steering wheel tercabut dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;aku jakun.&lt;br /&gt;i know =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh..&lt;br /&gt;please people.&lt;br /&gt;don't watch Drag Me To Hell.&lt;br /&gt;it was really a draggg...&lt;br /&gt;crappy show.&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;em&gt; really&lt;/em&gt; crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;1 more week to go.. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-6166710975986649176?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/6166710975986649176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=6166710975986649176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/6166710975986649176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/6166710975986649176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/07/missing-link.html' title='missing link'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-1901659831661298012</id><published>2009-07-07T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:15:47.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i suddenly remembered a something..&lt;br /&gt;someone once told me this..&lt;br /&gt;"good things come to those who are patient".&lt;br /&gt;now let's see how true that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-1901659831661298012?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/1901659831661298012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-4538957264682114113</id><published>2009-07-07T11:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:22:01.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my days for you are numbered too</title><content type='html'>last night, i told jibjib off.&lt;br /&gt;i know it wasn't nice. but i had to do what i had to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so, what more do you want me to prove?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm changing my number soon.&lt;br /&gt;and when it's changed, it's a start of a new me.&lt;br /&gt;when that time comes where i'm unreachable by my old no, is the time when my heart is closed for him.&lt;br /&gt;but if he comes back before i change it, then i will go get a new mobile and number him and start a new life.&lt;br /&gt;i'm counting down the days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-4538957264682114113?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/4538957264682114113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=4538957264682114113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/4538957264682114113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/4538957264682114113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-night-i-told-jibjib-off.html' title='my days for you are numbered too'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-1285973086562095055</id><published>2009-07-07T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:18:33.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holding on.. still.</title><content type='html'>what more can i say to him after a whole night of pouring out my heart's content to him face to face..&lt;br /&gt;i know.. doubts and fear will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, i took the risk to be with him when he just left his ex for me.&lt;br /&gt;i took the risk to be with him even when i know what kinda guy he really was.&lt;br /&gt;only God knows how much i love him and wanna be with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to him,&lt;br /&gt;if he thinks that she can love him better and make him happier without him having to cheat on her, than go.&lt;br /&gt;and he'll never see or hear from me ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ice is getting thin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-1285973086562095055?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/1285973086562095055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=1285973086562095055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/1285973086562095055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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this.&lt;br /&gt;like i've said, i will respect any decisions with open arms...&lt;br /&gt;be it good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh God.&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; the most.&lt;br /&gt;my one and only Abg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avenged Sevenfold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A lonely road, crossed another cold state line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miles away from those I love, purpose hard to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;While I recall all the words you spoke to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't help but wish that I was there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back where I'd love to be, oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear God, the only thing I ask of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is to hold her when I'm not around, when I'm much too far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We all need that person who can be true to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I left her when I found her and now I wish I'd stayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired, I'm missing you again oh no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's nothing here for me on this barren road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's no one here while the city sleeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And all the shops are closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't help but think of the times I've had with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pictures and some memories will have to help me through, oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear God, the only thing I ask of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is to hold her when I'm not around, when I'm much too far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We all need that person who can be true to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I left her when I found her and now I wish I'd stayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired, I'm missing you again oh no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some search, never finding a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before long, they waste away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I found you, something told me to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I gave in, to selfish ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And how I miss someone to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When hope begins to fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-2714686753739452096?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/2714686753739452096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-6374027051662067514</id><published>2009-07-04T03:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T03:58:46.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here without you3 doors down</title><content type='html'>A hundred days have made me older&lt;br /&gt;Since the last time that I saw your pretty face&lt;br /&gt;A thousand lies have made me colder&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t think I can look at this the same&lt;br /&gt;But all the miles that separate&lt;br /&gt;They disappear now when I’m dreaming of your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But you're still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I’m here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But you're still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight&lt;br /&gt;It’s only you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The miles just keep rolling&lt;br /&gt;As the people leave their way to say hello&lt;br /&gt;I've heard this life is overrated&lt;br /&gt;But I hope that it gets better as we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But you're still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I’m here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;You're still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight girl&lt;br /&gt;It’s only you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I know&lt;br /&gt;And anywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;It gets hard but it won’t take away my love&lt;br /&gt;And when the last one falls&lt;br /&gt;When it’s all said and done&lt;br /&gt;It gets hard but it won’t take away my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/Sk5iwgAqRKI/AAAAAAAAAbI/SJcZIKZt7IA/s1600-h/%C3%9E%C3%ACX029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/Sk5iwgAqRKI/AAAAAAAAAbI/SJcZIKZt7IA/s200/%C3%9E%C3%ACX029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354325592356045986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-6374027051662067514?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/6374027051662067514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=6374027051662067514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/6374027051662067514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/6374027051662067514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-without-you-3-doors-down.html' title='&lt;font size= 4&gt;here without you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;3 doors down'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/Sk5iwgAqRKI/AAAAAAAAAbI/SJcZIKZt7IA/s72-c/%C3%9E%C3%ACX029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-2906089733777659174</id><published>2009-07-03T05:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T04:03:05.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the climb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/Sk5j2y-6e7I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/iIRs0HcH-n0/s1600-h/They_dont_love_u_like_I_love_u_by_P.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/Sk5j2y-6e7I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/iIRs0HcH-n0/s200/They_dont_love_u_like_I_love_u_by_P.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354326800039836594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letting out my hearts content to him is a relieve.&lt;br /&gt;now, i'm just hoping and praying for the best.&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time, i'm preparing myself for the worst... if it were to come.&lt;br /&gt;if he ever choose her over me, it'll be the hardest thing to let go..&lt;br /&gt;but i will accept it with open arms.&lt;br /&gt;and it will be the end of me and him.&lt;br /&gt;but if his decision is me, i WILL fix things and do my best to keep this relationship going till the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm not getting any younger..&lt;br /&gt;and i do want a serious relationship.&lt;br /&gt;that's why i ain't fooling around no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna hope anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just gonna wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;patience is a virtue.&lt;br /&gt;i hope he does the right thing...&lt;br /&gt;even if it means by not getting back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the decision is in his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and so is my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ijustlovehimso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-2906089733777659174?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/2906089733777659174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=2906089733777659174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/2906089733777659174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/2906089733777659174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/07/climb.html' title='the climb'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/Sk5j2y-6e7I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/iIRs0HcH-n0/s72-c/They_dont_love_u_like_I_love_u_by_P.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-334804990322430037</id><published>2009-07-01T17:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T04:04:12.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meow.</title><content type='html'>thanks for the text and bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;it just helped me let go of you even more.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sape yang makan cili, dia yang terasa pedas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i was in the wrong too.&lt;br /&gt;so for God's sake, take a good look at ALL my post for the past month.&lt;br /&gt;and for God's sake too, i admitted my mistakes, my flaws here.&lt;br /&gt;i let my ego and pride down.&lt;br /&gt;i'm changing myself.&lt;br /&gt;i'm fixing myself.&lt;br /&gt;and that's just the reason why i'm not in a new relationship now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-334804990322430037?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/334804990322430037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=334804990322430037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/334804990322430037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/334804990322430037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/07/meow-puss.html' title='meow.'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-6850721822866669087</id><published>2009-07-01T05:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T05:45:27.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>words of a broken heart</title><content type='html'>a few days back JibJib had asked me again if we should make things official..&lt;br /&gt;like being officially in a relationship. &lt;br /&gt;i told him i'll think about it.&lt;br /&gt;and i've thought it thru'.&lt;br /&gt;it's a no.&lt;br /&gt;i just can't bring myself to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;coz i know my heart still belongs to someone else, although i know it's one-sided now.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna hurt JibJib.&lt;br /&gt;like i've said, i can never lie to myself of my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather be alone and hurt than be with someone else but end up hurting others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JibJib is really a nice guy and that's the reason why i don't wanna hurt him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only God knows the true content of this lil broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;i remember this saying, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"your dreams are mine too".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-6850721822866669087?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/6850721822866669087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-1678981322909958071</id><published>2009-06-30T18:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:07:49.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guardian angel</title><content type='html'>one thing i learned in life is: make a choice and never look back.&lt;br /&gt;although i know i did took a glance back, i'm glad i didn't go back to the past.&lt;br /&gt;i don't deny that he was the best thing that ever happened in my 21 years of life&lt;br /&gt;and now he's also the hardest thing to let go.&lt;br /&gt;but i also learned that to move on is by embracing reality and not finding a replacement.&lt;br /&gt;you can always lie to others but you can never lie to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;i can't lie to myself of what i feel.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, life has to go on.&lt;br /&gt;take a breather, and take a step forward.&lt;br /&gt;no turning back, no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;i wipe my tears away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with God's will, if we're meant to be, we will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-1678981322909958071?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/1678981322909958071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=1678981322909958071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/1678981322909958071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/1678981322909958071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/06/guardian-angel.html' title='guardian angel'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-1942351356723344411</id><published>2009-06-30T03:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T04:09:27.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random shits</title><content type='html'>let's get crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i just let my heart or my mind to lead the way?&lt;br /&gt;should i just jump and follow my gut feelings or sit and think of the right plan?&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, i wish there is a pause button for me fucking press!&lt;br /&gt;kuang3..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk.. i've gone mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came across an old voice recording of..... my laughter!&lt;br /&gt;and it just made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for Wild Wild Wet and Zoo trip with my peeps.&lt;br /&gt;pay some respect for Yasmin's ancestor, Ah Meng.&lt;br /&gt;kuang3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time is seriously passing very very fucking slowly.&lt;br /&gt;and it's driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;that's the cause for my crap at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;especially when there's no one to entertain me.&lt;br /&gt;JibJib is sick.&lt;br /&gt;stoopid.&lt;br /&gt;but it's ok..&lt;br /&gt;i'm dropping by his place later after work, with a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;*chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh something just puzzles me.&lt;br /&gt;it's just so shallow to think that to enjoy means to club and get to know as many people of the opposite sex as possible.&lt;br /&gt;isn't that just naive?&lt;br /&gt;heh..&lt;br /&gt;random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, i AM enjoying life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;not restraining myself to certain things only.&lt;br /&gt;but of course, i have my boundaries too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Independent to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;somehow i feel like i'm treating JibJib quite unfairly.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, he's so nice to me.. take me out.. listen to my whines and cries..&lt;br /&gt;and yet i treat him so coldly.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm not giving him my best behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;let's see how far he can tolerate and be patient to see my true loving self.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;*macam paham je loving self.*&lt;br /&gt;random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, me and JibJib are in the search of the courtesy lion all over Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;so if anyone ever come across of any, please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;kkk... =)&lt;br /&gt;random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am yawning for the 2619581648th time now.&lt;br /&gt;and it's only almost 4am.&lt;br /&gt;i have 3 patients to do ECG on. and i don't wish to wake them up at 4 in the morning just to do that stoopid ECG.&lt;br /&gt;wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss Mr Happy uh.&lt;br /&gt;random.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sexy-Lips-Got-Me-Attracted-To-The-Gap-In-Between-Your-Teeth.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;super random.&lt;br /&gt;ok cut the crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku ngantok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-1942351356723344411?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/1942351356723344411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=1942351356723344411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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was.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;thank God that this happens now.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm glad that there are other people who can accept me for who i am and who i was.&lt;br /&gt;true that i've made many mistakes and i've learnt my lesson too.&lt;br /&gt;and since i can't fix my mistakes with him, then i guess it'll be with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;ahakz!&lt;br /&gt;just like what he's doing.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder who's that lucky chap.&lt;br /&gt;kuang3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i feel like all my love has gone to waste and i have to start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;when on his side it seems so light and easy for him to have move on and gotten into a new relationship.&lt;br /&gt;but it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;at least i know that i've loved him truly and sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not even gonna hope that he appreciates it.&lt;br /&gt;haiya...&lt;br /&gt;tired of talkin about it already laa..&lt;br /&gt;to cut things short, he's just another hendra.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah... i guess it should be much easier for me to move on since he already have a new bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time for a new game plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Miss Independent by Ne-Yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ooh it's something about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just something about the way she move &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't figure it out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's something about her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Say, ooh it's something about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kinda woman that want you but don't need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey, I can't figure it out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's something about her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Cause she walk like a boss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talk like a boss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manicure nails just set the pedicure off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She's fly effortlessly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And she move like a boss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do what a boss do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She got me thinking about getting involved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's the kinda girl I need (oh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She got her own thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's why I love her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miss independent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Won't you come and spend a little time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She got her own thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's why I love her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miss independent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ooh, the way you shine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miss independent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ooh there's something about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kinda woman that can do for herself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I look at her and it makes me proud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's something about her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something, ooh, so sexy about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kinda woman that don't even need my help &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She said she got it, she got it (she said she got it, she got it) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No doubt, there's something about her (there's something about her) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Cause she work like a boss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Play like a boss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Car and the crib she 'bout to pay 'em both off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And bills are payed on time, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She made for a boss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slowly a boss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anything less she telling them to get lost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's the girl that's on my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She got her own thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's why I love her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miss independent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Won't you come and spend a little time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She got her own thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's why I love her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miss independent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ooh, the way you shine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miss independent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her favorite thing to say, don't worry I got it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And everything she got best believe she bought it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She gon' steal my heart ain't no doubt about it, girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're everything I need, said you're everything I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-4295165082920969854?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/4295165082920969854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=4295165082920969854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/4295165082920969854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/4295165082920969854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/06/miss-independent.html' title='Miss Independent'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-3845291321620727922</id><published>2009-06-28T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:03:19.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*yawn*</title><content type='html'>it's super dreadful in this ward.&lt;br /&gt;cold and boring.&lt;br /&gt;and time passes by like super slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna jump and scream my heart out.&lt;br /&gt;and just throw away and this pain inside me.&lt;br /&gt;it's like a venom that's killing me from the inside out.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna move on.&lt;br /&gt;and i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;the day that i have totally move on is when i can look at his pics without having a single drop of tear in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;and that will be the time that i will get myself in a new relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that he is just like hendra.&lt;br /&gt;gosh!&lt;br /&gt;and what happened is just similar.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;history DID repeat itself afterall.&lt;br /&gt;put up with all the pain and even tolerated the fact that he had that bitch,&lt;br /&gt;and yet i was still in the losing end.&lt;br /&gt;hell no, that's not gonna happen again.&lt;br /&gt;like when he said that i will never be in the losing end with him.&lt;br /&gt;yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;br /&gt;again, his words are simply just WORDS of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps najib was right.&lt;br /&gt;why "older" guys/girls are so.. errm.. like THAT.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.. like whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: i need a cool, non-posessive, mature guy. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-3845291321620727922?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/3845291321620727922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=3845291321620727922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/3845291321620727922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/3845291321620727922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/06/yawn.html' title='*yawn*'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-8935087008046599056</id><published>2009-06-28T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:34:02.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bumblebee, please be my guardian?</title><content type='html'>here i am in the very much cold ward filled with H1N1 patients.&lt;br /&gt;just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body shivers and tears fall non-stop when i saw and learned the truth.&lt;br /&gt;that's right.&lt;br /&gt;the truth hurts. like fuck.&lt;br /&gt;but i embraced the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still don't understand and don't believe that this is happening.&lt;br /&gt;coz i know him just too well.&lt;br /&gt;i still don't believe that he has moved on.&lt;br /&gt;or so he claims.&lt;br /&gt;just like what his mom said, "hati kata lain, mulut kata lain".&lt;br /&gt;getting hurt by him again wasn't the big deal here.&lt;br /&gt;but to find out that i'm really not gonna get that chance ever again simply sucks.&lt;br /&gt;it all goes back to the basics.&lt;br /&gt;that is; say what you mean and mean what you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just thought that he had changed.&lt;br /&gt;i mean like REALLY changed.&lt;br /&gt;he once told me that he won't do like what he did to his ex-fiance again.&lt;br /&gt;that is to just jump into things or in this case, into relationships.&lt;br /&gt;and not to be with someone out of sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess words are simply words afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember he always ask me this when we argued.&lt;br /&gt;"u tak sayang ke hubungan kite?"&lt;br /&gt;but look at us now.&lt;br /&gt;at least i didn't just jump into another relationship coz i know that i haven't move on.&lt;br /&gt;and i know to whom my heart belongs to.&lt;br /&gt;i can only let out my feelings, but the decision doesn't lie in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells..&lt;br /&gt;i think i had enough of letting out.. for today.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to his mom, yas, ayu and wati.&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to najib who really understands my situation.&lt;br /&gt;coz he has been in the same shit before.&lt;br /&gt;that is getting dumped by a posessive gf.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;and sorry najib for having to hear my cry everytime about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. since i've let out my feelings and hopes to be back with him and yet he doesn't seems to be much affected by it, i guess he really doesn't care and doesn't want it either.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.. i have my pride too.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a girl afterall.&lt;br /&gt;i don't chase after guys.&lt;br /&gt;like i've said, i can only let out my feelings and the rest is not up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just pity his mom coz i'm sure she's pretty disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sorry mama that i can't do much about it.&lt;br /&gt;but don't worry mama.&lt;br /&gt;i will still drop by once in a while to see you.&lt;br /&gt;coz i mean when i say that i treat her like my mom too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll be catchin Transformers for the second time with somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;who's up for it??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-8935087008046599056?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/8935087008046599056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=8935087008046599056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/8935087008046599056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/8935087008046599056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/06/bumblebee-please-be-my-guardian.html' title='bumblebee, please be my guardian?'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-1196742478442135444</id><published>2009-06-28T03:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:13:03.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laughter is not always the best medicine</title><content type='html'>i know i screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;i know i messed up big time.&lt;br /&gt;i have my pride and ego too..&lt;br /&gt;but hey, i'm putting it all aside.&lt;br /&gt;i admit my flaws.&lt;br /&gt;i realise my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;i may be laughing out loud on the outside, but it's killing me on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;only God knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving you was one of the best things that ever happened in my life.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't wish to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;i can't let it go.&lt;br /&gt;i just can't.&lt;br /&gt;i do mean it when i say that your mom is like mine too.&lt;br /&gt;i do mean it when we make our future plans.&lt;br /&gt;i do mean it about Indonesia honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;i do mean it when i say ILY.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i didn't mean was when i told you to f*** off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i simply just can't move on.&lt;br /&gt;seeing you that day got me all weak.&lt;br /&gt;i was shivering as tears filled my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to yas and dee who were there, i could held those tears back.&lt;br /&gt;i can't pretend that i'm ok.&lt;br /&gt;it's just not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is his mom's burfday.&lt;br /&gt;and i dropped by to see her yesterday and got her a present.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i do miss his mom too.&lt;br /&gt;really missed her cooking.&lt;br /&gt;i hope she likes the gift i got her.&lt;br /&gt;i almost broke down when i see her.&lt;br /&gt;but i told myself to be strong and held myself together.&lt;br /&gt;just wished i could have hugged her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy burfday mama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i can turn back time, i would fix things.&lt;br /&gt;i'm fixing myself now.&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't have gave up.&lt;br /&gt;i know it's too late for regrets.&lt;br /&gt;but is it too late to start over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;question of the day: do you believe in second chances?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-1196742478442135444?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/1196742478442135444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=1196742478442135444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/1196742478442135444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/1196742478442135444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/06/laughter-is-not-always-best-medicine.html' title='laughter is not always the best medicine'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-6564182747384278907</id><published>2009-06-26T04:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T04:09:15.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wreck</title><content type='html'>as i browse through the old old entries (from July '08 onwards i mean) of my blog,&lt;br /&gt;i realised that it's mostly about him.&lt;br /&gt;and i realised how much i've changed.&lt;br /&gt;i realised that i used to love him alot.&lt;br /&gt;and i still wish i could.&lt;br /&gt;i realised that i messed up.&lt;br /&gt;that i've really screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a total wreck.&lt;br /&gt;i thought we were meant for each other.&lt;br /&gt;i remember we used to always ask ourselves why we didn't meet much earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, that one mistake i did of lying to him to club had gotten me all broken and lost.&lt;br /&gt;i know i was so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;so messed up.&lt;br /&gt;i went astray.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't contented with what i had.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't appreciate him when he was still around.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so fucked up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-6564182747384278907?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/6564182747384278907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=6564182747384278907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/6564182747384278907'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;i know he'll never even gonna try to win my heart again.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not sure if i want him to either.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tryin my best to move on.&lt;br /&gt;although i know deep inside i do wanna get back in his arms, i dunno if i can bring myself to do it.&lt;br /&gt;somehow i just feel that we don't deserve each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's good that he has move on while i'm still struggling to.&lt;br /&gt;i guess that should help me to move on soon. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i shed alot of tears.&lt;br /&gt;and it's all for him.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why but i still do.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really trying my very best to let things go.&lt;br /&gt;and accepting the fact that he's not gonna win me back and i'm never gonna be in his arms ever again.&lt;br /&gt;for a moment, everything came to mind.&lt;br /&gt;the first time we met,&lt;br /&gt;the first kiss,&lt;br /&gt;the first whispers of 'i love you',&lt;br /&gt;the birthday treats,&lt;br /&gt;the outings,&lt;br /&gt;and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess both of us were just blind and didn't appreciate each other.&lt;br /&gt;and that got us drifted apart.&lt;br /&gt;i know i screwed up big time.&lt;br /&gt;and i regret it.&lt;br /&gt;i still wish things could be fixed.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess my wish will never be a reality.&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing else i can do now.&lt;br /&gt;but to continue my struggle to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A lonely road, crossed another cold state line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Miles away from those I love, purpose hard to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;While I recall all the words you spoke to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't help but wish that I was there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Back where I'd love to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear God, the only thing I ask of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Is to hold him when I'm not around, when I'm much too far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;We all need that person who can be true to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But I left him when I found him and now I wish I'd stayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired, I'm missing you again oh no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;There's nothing here for me on this barren road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;There's no one here while the city sleeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And all the shops are closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't help but think of the times I've had with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pictures and some memories will have to help me through, oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Some search, never finding a way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Before long, they waste away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I found you, something told me to stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I gave in, to selfish ways &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And how I miss someone to hold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;When hope begins to fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-1002868962050343662?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/1002868962050343662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=1002868962050343662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/1002868962050343662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/1002868962050343662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-still-hurts-from-time-to-time.html' title='when hope begins to fade'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-3673075394434775541</id><published>2009-06-22T21:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:33:16.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>G.A.D - go.and.die</title><content type='html'>get out of my life and get out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;why bother when u ain't gonna do anythin to win me back?&lt;br /&gt;why bother when you're happy with your life?&lt;br /&gt;just go and stuck up with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't care, i don't bother.&lt;br /&gt;and i seriously mean it.&lt;br /&gt;fuck to you or friends and all the politics shits and two-faced bastards around in my life.&lt;br /&gt;eh wait.. even if you care, i'll still not bother.&lt;br /&gt;so, i will literally tell anyone to fuck off if they try to give me shit right in the face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-3673075394434775541?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/3673075394434775541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=3673075394434775541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/3673075394434775541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/3673075394434775541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/06/gad-goanddie.html' title='G.A.D - go.and.die'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-8150714286536226564</id><published>2009-06-18T03:11:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T02:19:58.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepless nights...in the ward!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/SjlLnH9wpsI/AAAAAAAAAa4/GEWW2ANcOYo/s1600-h/n541147535_2328930_5871612.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/SjlLTG1naNI/AAAAAAAAAaw/69Ehjl9UbaE/s1600-h/keri1wb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348388824104265938" style="width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/SjlLTG1naNI/AAAAAAAAAaw/69Ehjl9UbaE/s200/keri1wb2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/SjlMHHiPDyI/AAAAAAAAAbA/74_jCAu390w/s1600-h/n541147535_2328925_6152206.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348389717644611362" style="width: 98px; height: 188px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/SjlMHHiPDyI/AAAAAAAAAbA/74_jCAu390w/s400/n541147535_2328925_6152206.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;see any resemblence? she's my long lost sister. ;P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am blogging in the ward for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;boringggg.....&lt;br /&gt;and sleepyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;my last night of 3 nights.&lt;br /&gt;dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so can't wait for BK breakfast with JibJib later.&lt;br /&gt;kuang3.&lt;br /&gt;ok random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously dunno what to blog about, so here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisa asked me something earlier that set me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;she asked if i'm really over you-know-who.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, i'm 80% there. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow life is better now.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i don't feel restricted.&lt;br /&gt;and the only restictions i feel or have is all bcoz of my own will.&lt;br /&gt;secondly, i don't feel small.&lt;br /&gt;coz i realise that there are other people who do accept me for who i am and who i was.&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, although i'm alone, i'm happy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i guess i've found someone who is as cool as me, Keri.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;macam ye-ye je cool.. ;P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-8150714286536226564?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/8150714286536226564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=8150714286536226564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/8150714286536226564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/8150714286536226564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/06/sleepless-nightsin-ward.html' title='sleepless nights...in the ward!'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/SjlLTG1naNI/AAAAAAAAAaw/69Ehjl9UbaE/s72-c/keri1wb2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-9210818564436333531</id><published>2009-06-15T01:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T17:16:38.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh don't worry, i won't call anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i have my pride.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and don't say that you'll &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; be "there" for me.&lt;br /&gt;coz you never will. ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm moving on.&lt;br /&gt;anyways you never did much to win me back.&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So you gotta take the good with the bad, happy and the sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Or will u bring a better future than I had in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Cause, I don't wanna make the same mistakes I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I don't wanna fall back on my face again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'll admit it, I was scared to answer love's call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And if it hits, better make it worth the fall&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/28915818-9210818564436333531?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/9210818564436333531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=9210818564436333531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/9210818564436333531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/9210818564436333531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-dont-worry.html' title='oh don&apos;t worry, i won&apos;t call anymore'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-8745707927759080026</id><published>2009-06-13T04:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T04:10:01.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it's time to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-8745707927759080026?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-6964203746830214536</id><published>2009-06-12T10:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:29:36.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love has really knocked me down</title><content type='html'>3 hellos of his voice is just enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;only God knows how much i miss him.&lt;br /&gt;nobody can ever take his place.&lt;br /&gt;nobody can ever tolerate my crankiness and mood swings like him.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i can turn back time to when we first met.&lt;br /&gt;where everythin is so perfect.&lt;br /&gt;but life is never fair.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i gave up too soon?&lt;br /&gt;but i wonder too if things can ever be fixed back then.&lt;br /&gt;my life now is neither here nor there.&lt;br /&gt;it's all like the pieces of a puzzle which i have to start putting them back together all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just not the same, and will never be the same person whom you once knew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-6964203746830214536?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/6964203746830214536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=6964203746830214536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/6964203746830214536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/6964203746830214536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-has-really-knocked-me-down.html' title='love has really knocked me down'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-2363425491584610571</id><published>2009-06-01T05:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T05:25:51.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when darkness turns to light, it ends tonight.</title><content type='html'>i did what i had to do..&lt;br /&gt;did what is best for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;i finally get the courage to end it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if it sounded mean but i had to do it to safeguard myself from getting hurt by you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i can't take in all your mean, hurtful words anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand your "girly" attitude towards me.&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand your ego and naiveness.&lt;br /&gt;i did it to end all fights and pain we both caused to each other.&lt;br /&gt;the words you throw at me went out the window, along with my heart.&lt;br /&gt;you can say whatever you want to me or about me to bring my morale down...&lt;br /&gt;but all i can say to you is, try harder.&lt;br /&gt;coz my heart just turned into stone.&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather be alone then be hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Huda you used to know just died tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye Muhd Fadli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-2363425491584610571?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-6508507461316655439</id><published>2009-05-27T01:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T02:04:20.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hate that i love you</title><content type='html'>somehow i still can't believe that it happened.&lt;br /&gt;that it's all broken.&lt;br /&gt;i am still feeling the loss and pain.&lt;br /&gt;and somehow living in denial.&lt;br /&gt;old messages from you are gone but pictures are still there.&lt;br /&gt;i can't let them go somehow.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;i am confused.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna hold on.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't let go.&lt;br /&gt;God please help me.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why fights will occur almost every time we speak, or even text.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick and tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think we'll end up this way if you hadn't push me away right from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;but it's all said and done.&lt;br /&gt;shit happened.&lt;br /&gt;things will never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;i may seemed ok on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;but only God knows what's in the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a girl after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-6508507461316655439?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/6508507461316655439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=6508507461316655439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/6508507461316655439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/6508507461316655439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/05/hate-that-i-love-you.html' title='hate that i love you'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-1860835725345352502</id><published>2009-05-26T02:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T17:16:08.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>knock you downkeri hilson feat. kanye west and ne-yo</title><content type='html'>Not again&lt;br /&gt;Oh this ain't supposed to happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep rockin' and keep knockin'&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're Louis Vuitton it up, or Reebokin'&lt;br /&gt;You see the hate that they serving on a platter&lt;br /&gt;So what we gon' have dessert or disaster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd be in love like this&lt;br /&gt;When I look at you my mind goes on a trip&lt;br /&gt;Then you came in and knocked me on my face&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I'm in a race but I already won first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I fall for you as hard as I did&lt;br /&gt;You got me thinking about our life, our house and kids&lt;br /&gt;Every morning I look at you and smile&lt;br /&gt;Cause boy you came around and you knocked me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love comes around&lt;br /&gt;And it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;Just get back up&lt;br /&gt;When it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I hear myself say ya'll gon' hate&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to kick it with my girl today&lt;br /&gt;I used to be commander-in-chief for my pimp ship flying high&lt;br /&gt;Till i met this pretty little missile, who shot me out the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm crashing don't know how it happened&lt;br /&gt;But i know it feels so damn good&lt;br /&gt;Said if i could go back and make it happen faster&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know I would baby if I could&lt;br /&gt;Miss Independent, to the fullest, the load never too much&lt;br /&gt;She helping me pull it, she shot bullet that ended that life&lt;br /&gt;I swear to you the pimp in me just died tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love comes around&lt;br /&gt;And it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;Just get back up&lt;br /&gt;When it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now can you make past your caspers&lt;br /&gt;So we could finally fly off into NASA&lt;br /&gt;You was always the cheerleader of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;To seem to only date the head of football teams&lt;br /&gt;And I was the class clown that always kept you laughing&lt;br /&gt;We were never meant to be, baby we just happened&lt;br /&gt;So please don't mess up the trick&lt;br /&gt;Hey young world, I'm the new slick rick&lt;br /&gt;They say I move too quick but we can't let this moment past us&lt;br /&gt;Let the hour glass pass right into ashes&lt;br /&gt;Let the wind blow the ashes right before my glasses&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote this love letter right before my classes&lt;br /&gt;How could a goddess ask someone that's only average, for advice&lt;br /&gt;OMG you listen to that bitch?&lt;br /&gt;It's me, baby this is tragic&lt;br /&gt;Cause we had it, we was magic&lt;br /&gt;I was flying, now I'm crashing&lt;br /&gt;This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm mad, real mad, Joe Jackson&lt;br /&gt;You should leave your boyfriend now, i'ma ask him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you gotta take the good with the bad, happy and the sad&lt;br /&gt;Or will you bring the better future then I had in the past&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't want to make the same mistakes I did&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall back on my face again&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit it, I was scared to answer love's call&lt;br /&gt;And if it hits, better make it worth the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love comes around&lt;br /&gt;And it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;Just get back up&lt;br /&gt;When it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won’t see it coming when it happens&lt;br /&gt;But when it happens you’re gonna feel it, let me tell you now&lt;br /&gt;You see when love comes knocks you down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-1860835725345352502?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/1860835725345352502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=1860835725345352502' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-3246291671926114703</id><published>2009-05-24T04:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T04:40:03.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zombified</title><content type='html'>i am super blank right now as i have NOT slept since i came back from my night shift yesterday morning.&lt;br /&gt;i suppose it's about 36 hours now that i've been awake.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a zombie.&lt;br /&gt;i was out the whole day today.&lt;br /&gt;shagged but i managed to pull it through.&lt;br /&gt;got home from work yesterday morning, shower and as i was about to doze off, mother got me up to get ready to go ustaz's place.&lt;br /&gt;and in which i went out straight after that as i just sort of refuse to stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;reached home at around 9.30pm and went out again with sister to Mustafa Centre.&lt;br /&gt;came back at 11pm and went out again to catch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;movie was at 1.30am and we had like 1 and a half hour to wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;and i dozed off while lying down under the stars at the sort of park just above Dhoby Ghaut station listening to my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;luckily i was awakened at 1.25am.&lt;br /&gt;so ya.. i only got like a 30min of power nap in the almost 37 hours that i am awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, please do catch Night at the Museum 2.&lt;br /&gt;it's hilarious and awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been thinking too whether i am doing the right thing or not.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna be a clingy gf and neither do i want a clingy bf.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna be a rude and harsh gf and neither do i want a rude and harsh bf.&lt;br /&gt;i'm totally confused now.&lt;br /&gt;lalalala....&lt;br /&gt;perhaps ramzie was right..&lt;br /&gt;"take a step each day" was what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. the lack of sleep is seriously driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;i have to wake up at 8am later for Laser Quest with my sister and her friends.&lt;br /&gt;so..........&lt;br /&gt;good night world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-3246291671926114703?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/3246291671926114703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=3246291671926114703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/3246291671926114703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/3246291671926114703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/05/zombified.html' title='zombified'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-959971444725508162</id><published>2009-05-23T04:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T04:18:21.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sighs</title><content type='html'>i can't believe i'm typing this but seriously, i feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;gosh..&lt;br /&gt;i miss him.&lt;br /&gt;alot alot.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. like 'stop it eh huda'.&lt;br /&gt;*taking deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;gotta brush it off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh!!&lt;br /&gt;everytime when the day turns dark, this feeling will come.&lt;br /&gt;but i wonder why is it when we're together, it didn't come this much.&lt;br /&gt;=((((((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-959971444725508162?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/959971444725508162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=959971444725508162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/959971444725508162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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etc.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna tell you what i feel anymore..&lt;br /&gt;coz it's simply pointless.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna be vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you initiated it and you said it yourself that we're through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what happens when there's no give and take, and maturity in handling things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-6216309720747590139?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/6216309720747590139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=6216309720747590139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/6216309720747590139'/><link rel='self' 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alright from the outside, but when the day starts to get dark and i'm all alone, everything came to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;all the good and bad times..&lt;br /&gt;i can't always pretend that i'm ok.&lt;br /&gt;that's why when people ask me if i am, i'll just say "ok la. tak ok pon ok kan aje."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is how it is.&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to compromise if there's no understanding in each other's needs.. and wants.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna brag on who's fault it was or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;but all that i can say is that Fadli is someone close and special in my heart, and no doubt about that.&lt;br /&gt;it's just that somehow i think that separation will makes us see if we're right for each other.&lt;br /&gt;i just hope that he's able to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s: i'll never be far from your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you know who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-5514933067098240499?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/5514933067098240499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=5514933067098240499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/5514933067098240499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/5514933067098240499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=':/'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-3305495063468149717</id><published>2009-05-15T01:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T01:44:25.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful mistakethe ataris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/SgxYaTm70BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/E_oBVFjjQoE/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/SgxYaTm70BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/E_oBVFjjQoE/s400/page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335736867490615314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm not ready for this&lt;br /&gt;And you know it&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm too scared to tell you what I'm really thinking&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair to stay together&lt;br /&gt;Because of the regrets we might have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to fall asleep alone&lt;br /&gt;But do I want to wake up with you?&lt;br /&gt;I'm only trying to be completely honest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess this is the ending of a beautiful mistake&lt;br /&gt;And if we both agree that we shouldn't be together&lt;br /&gt;Why does it hurt so much&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like I lost my closest friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to fall asleep alone&lt;br /&gt;But do I want to wake up with you?&lt;br /&gt;I hope your happy, and completely lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I am, standing on all alone on Syndey Harbor bridge&lt;br /&gt;And you know I would jump into the fucking ocean&lt;br /&gt;If it means I was truly capable of being satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever be?&lt;br /&gt;Did I just give up the best thing I ever had?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-3305495063468149717?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/3305495063468149717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=3305495063468149717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/3305495063468149717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/3305495063468149717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/05/beautiful-mistake-ataris.html' title='&lt;font size=4&gt;beautiful mistake&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;the ataris'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/SgxYaTm70BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/E_oBVFjjQoE/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-998201992167214206</id><published>2009-05-09T17:18:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T03:24:47.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/SgXX7CF2uiI/AAAAAAAAAZo/FPOLa7j_UL0/s1600-h/4221_1167443384845_1190736716_473362_497625_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/SgXX7CF2uiI/AAAAAAAAAZo/FPOLa7j_UL0/s400/4221_1167443384845_1190736716_473362_497625_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333906742863903266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Syed Faruk (in orange on the left)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;you know about those stories you hear about friends of friends who passed away?&lt;br /&gt;well, when it really happened to your own friend, then you'll feel the impact.&lt;br /&gt;i think i've had enough deaths for this week.&lt;br /&gt;nana's grandma just passed on the 5th May which was my late dad's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;for the 3 nights i had at work, death occurred like everyday.&lt;br /&gt;and the closing was the death of my friend, my sec schoolmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;innalillahi wa innalillahi raajiuun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allahyarham Syed Faruk&lt;/span&gt; who left this world in a bike accident when he was on his way to work yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i rushed home from night shift in the morning and came to his funeral.&lt;br /&gt;and seeing his mom in so much sadness really showed how broken her heart was.&lt;br /&gt;he was gonna turn 21 just next month, but i guess God loves him more then we all do.&lt;br /&gt;although i wasn't close to him before, i could really feel the loss of Faruk.&lt;br /&gt;somehow i know things will never be the same with the boys without Faruk.&lt;br /&gt;as we left the funeral, i was just telling my sister how Salam would feel as he was his bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;and true enough, Faruk's death had a great impact on everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Faruk was everyone's friend.&lt;br /&gt;it's true that we rarely see Faruk being angry.&lt;br /&gt;i've never even seen him angry at all before.&lt;br /&gt;he was the kinda guy who always had a smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;and kind of friend they all look up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's true that working as a nurse, i have somehow gotten used to seeing death.&lt;br /&gt;but it's different.&lt;br /&gt;dying because of an illness or of old age and a sudden death are way different.&lt;br /&gt;it was just too soon for him to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised how short life could be.&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time i wonder, how will we ever know if we're really doing the right things in life.&lt;br /&gt;and what i mean by the right things here are not the halal and haram but the daily decisions you make and the path you choose in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother despise me of taking a bike license and even me being a pillion rider.&lt;br /&gt;cursed me of getting into an accident one day.&lt;br /&gt;i know i shouldn't be saying all this especially when tomorrow is Mothers' Day.&lt;br /&gt;but really, what kind of a mother curses her child under her breath for such things?&lt;br /&gt;every word of a mother are prayers.&lt;br /&gt;if i were to really die on the road one day, i will.&lt;br /&gt;but it may not be a bike accident.&lt;br /&gt;i could be in a car or even a pedestrian who gets hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just because of that, i feel pressured by her words that curse and kept asking him to ask for my hand in marriage so that she could get rid of me quick and that i won't be stressing her out with my late night outings and pillion a rider.&lt;br /&gt;and for that, i have somehow come to a decision.&lt;br /&gt;if it happens, then i am just following my mom's footsteps.&lt;br /&gt;but rest assured that if that happens, the cycle will end with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm in an all or nothing situation.&lt;br /&gt;to go for it or get nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to her: keep saying it and it will happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-998201992167214206?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/998201992167214206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=998201992167214206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/998201992167214206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/998201992167214206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/05/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/SgXX7CF2uiI/AAAAAAAAAZo/FPOLa7j_UL0/s72-c/4221_1167443384845_1190736716_473362_497625_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-628228065407885596</id><published>2009-04-23T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T00:24:24.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>madne-yo</title><content type='html'>She's staring at me I'm sitting wondering what she's thinking&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's talking, cause talking just turns into screaming&lt;br /&gt;And now as I'm yellin' over her, she's yellin' over me&lt;br /&gt;All that means, is neither of us is listening&lt;br /&gt;And what's even worse is that we don't even remember why we're fighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So both of us are mad for nothing&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for nothing&lt;br /&gt;Crying for nothing&lt;br /&gt;But we wont let it go for nothing&lt;br /&gt;No not for nothing&lt;br /&gt;There should be nothing&lt;br /&gt;To a love like what we got, oh baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes its gonna rain&lt;br /&gt;But baby can we make up now cause I can't sleep through the pain&lt;br /&gt;Girl I don't wanna go to bed mad at you&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to go to bed mad at me&lt;br /&gt;No I don't wanna go to bed mad at you&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to go to bed mad at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it gets me upset girl when you're constantly accusing&lt;br /&gt;Asking questions like you already know&lt;br /&gt;We're fighting this war, baby when both of us are losing&lt;br /&gt;This ain't the way that love is supposed to go&lt;br /&gt;What happened to workin' it out?&lt;br /&gt;We fall into this place where&lt;br /&gt;You ain't backin' down&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't backin' down&lt;br /&gt;So what the hell do we do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, this love ain't gonna be perfect&lt;br /&gt;And just how good its gonna be&lt;br /&gt;We can fuss and we can fight&lt;br /&gt;Long as everything's all right between us&lt;br /&gt;Before we go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Baby we're gonna be happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-628228065407885596?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/628228065407885596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-2649211626929763666</id><published>2009-04-04T10:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T10:15:39.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crank</title><content type='html'>my 3 nights have been like shit.&lt;br /&gt;tired, sleepy and hungry are not a good combination.&lt;br /&gt;coz it equals to me being cranky.&lt;br /&gt;so for those who can't handle my crankyness (if there is even such a word), i suggest best that i be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh.. i sound like a warewolf that has to be isolated and chained at full moon.&lt;br /&gt;heh..&lt;br /&gt;i don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well...&lt;br /&gt;good night world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;to you, and you know who you are..&lt;br /&gt;stop pushing me away.&lt;br /&gt;don't say you're not..&lt;br /&gt;coz i feel that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh that rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;cool or what..&lt;br /&gt;heh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-2649211626929763666?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/2649211626929763666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=2649211626929763666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/2649211626929763666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/2649211626929763666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/04/crank.html' title='crank'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-4660550851481230228</id><published>2009-03-28T23:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T02:24:24.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birdday to ME</title><content type='html'>i think my 21st birthday is the best birthday ever!!&lt;br /&gt;had a pre-celebration with bf and my peeps at dbl o..&lt;br /&gt;i had a great dinner with my family at BaliThai Restaurant on my bday eve..&lt;br /&gt;and a splendid bash by the bf.&lt;br /&gt;i got a pretty necklace from cuz-in-law..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today bf took me to Vivo, had lunch there and we headed to Sentosa!&lt;br /&gt;it was sweet of him coz i've been wanting to go there like ages ago.&lt;br /&gt;but we just strolled around Palawan Beach and headed back.&lt;br /&gt;it was freaking hot and we're just not dressed properly for that kinda place.&lt;br /&gt;we decided to come back on another day to keplek-keplek in the waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went back to Vivo, i bought myself gifts..&lt;br /&gt;a pair of shoes from Everlast and a blouse from Op-ocot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to Fish n Co to have dinner with his family.. where i had my surprise.&lt;br /&gt;ahakz..&lt;br /&gt;suddenly a cake came from behind me all lighted with 2 tall and 1 tiny candle.&lt;br /&gt;and i had to stand on the chair while the restaurant crew cheered and sang the bday song.&lt;br /&gt;so embarrassing and attention seeking.&lt;br /&gt;but fun tho'.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;that's where the gifts all came in..&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got home straight after that just to unwrap all my gifts.&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;so for those who still owe me presents, i'm still waiting.&lt;br /&gt;LOL  ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least..&lt;br /&gt;thank you Mom for having me on this Earth and for taking care of me for the past 21 years.&lt;br /&gt;thank you Fadli for the great, greatest bday i've ever had in my whole 21 years of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://hudzz.multiply.com/photos/album/11/21st_Bday"&gt; -pix- &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-4660550851481230228?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/4660550851481230228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=4660550851481230228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/4660550851481230228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/4660550851481230228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birdday-to-me.html' title='happy birdday to ME'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-561950315772994223</id><published>2009-02-07T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:04:10.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>warmness on the soulavenged sevenfold</title><content type='html'>Your hazel green tint eyes watching every move I make&lt;br /&gt;And the feeling of doubt, it's erased&lt;br /&gt;I'll never feel alone again with you by my side&lt;br /&gt;You're the one and in you I confide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we have gone through good and bad times&lt;br /&gt;But your unconditional love was always on my mind&lt;br /&gt;You've been there from the start for me&lt;br /&gt;And your love has always been true as can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give my heart to you, I give my heart&lt;br /&gt;Cause nothing can compare in this world to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s: to the one who really deserve this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-561950315772994223?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/561950315772994223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=561950315772994223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/561950315772994223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/561950315772994223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/02/warmness-on-soul-avenged-sevenfold.html' title='&lt;font size=4&gt;warmness on the soul&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;avenged sevenfold'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-1467647474362222580</id><published>2009-02-05T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:48:54.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i understand that we, as muslims are not suppose to celebrate Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;however, we somehow practice the exchanging of gifts on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here's me.&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day or not,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not expecting, not hoping, and not gonna get any gifts.&lt;br /&gt;period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-1467647474362222580?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/1467647474362222580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=1467647474362222580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/1467647474362222580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/1467647474362222580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-understand-that-we-as-muslims-are-not.html' title=''/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-7110614474869372257</id><published>2009-01-31T02:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T02:16:08.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ithinkmyspacebarisspoilt.</title><content type='html'>i guess it's time to update..&lt;br /&gt;ahakz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, nothing much. really.&lt;br /&gt;mostly it's de bf.&lt;br /&gt;we went to marina barrage yeaterday.&lt;br /&gt;cam whored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pics are in my iPod though. hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched Love Matters before that.&lt;br /&gt;and that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went bowling with julie, yasmin, dee and hazel at downtown east de other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pics are in my iPod too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and went Tekka with watie and de gang.&lt;br /&gt;ahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my stoopidmuthafarkingknnbcibs aunt just won't give up to leave us alone.&lt;br /&gt;and by that i mean de hocus pocus is kinda back again.&lt;br /&gt;but no worries.. it has been handled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; iloveyoulotsandloads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you know who you are =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-7110614474869372257?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-8410493641129267202</id><published>2009-01-12T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T01:36:47.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/SWotj9Z8tLI/AAAAAAAAAZA/m3iWkc9RCC8/s1600-h/Cium+sikit-edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/SWotj9Z8tLI/AAAAAAAAAZA/m3iWkc9RCC8/s320/Cium+sikit-edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290090808102139058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i had that talk with bf.&lt;br /&gt;really helped ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it'll make things better between me and him.&lt;br /&gt;i really want things to work out and last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bangku tu menjadi saksi.&lt;br /&gt;cehh..&lt;br /&gt;kalau rxt dengan pondok, kite dengan bangku.&lt;br /&gt;ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. i have nothin much to blog.&lt;br /&gt;because my life is basically gettin lamer.&lt;br /&gt;and i somehow and sadly revolve around work, bf and home.&lt;br /&gt;so ya.. that's IT for now.&lt;br /&gt;i gotta go lala land to meet prince charmin.&lt;br /&gt;oh cut de crap.&lt;br /&gt;cibs.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-8410493641129267202?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/8410493641129267202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-3629592619033895230</id><published>2009-01-04T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:37:13.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sugar rush</title><content type='html'>me and bf....&lt;br /&gt;we had ice-cream at Island Creamery!!!&lt;br /&gt;and OMG.&lt;br /&gt;it's superb..&lt;br /&gt;better than Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's.&lt;br /&gt;we had brownies with nutella and cookies&amp;amp;cream ice-cream, and a mud pie.&lt;br /&gt;de cookies&amp;amp;cream really have chunks of oreo cookies inside.&lt;br /&gt;really got me hyped!!&lt;br /&gt;should try it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm waiting for another trip there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anybody up for it??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-3629592619033895230?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-4362763893706088190</id><published>2008-12-31T04:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T04:23:13.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sugar rush</title><content type='html'>dearest bf,&lt;br /&gt;let's have ice-cream please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for Sunday to come.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-4362763893706088190?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/4362763893706088190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-4727172067343438549</id><published>2008-12-30T16:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T04:18:38.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the happening</title><content type='html'>yay!&lt;br /&gt;my circle of friends just got bigger last night.&lt;br /&gt;we had a karaoke session with bf's colleagues at Cash Studio.&lt;br /&gt;all couple-couple lah eh.&lt;br /&gt;ahakz..&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was de one who will get drunk first but some other girl took that spot.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;some drama-mama kecohness back then.&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is drunk girl crying cum laughing and sitting/lying on de floor uttering crap was surrounded by zillions of big fat flying cockroaches!!&lt;br /&gt;happening pe?!?!&lt;br /&gt;so please.&lt;br /&gt;you do NOT wanna know de details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de karaoke was fun tho'.&lt;br /&gt;i mean before all that kecohness took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"kalau tak bole nyanyi, melalak aje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kalau tak tau nyanyi, lantak aje."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was our so called "motto".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had supper at Spize after that with de other 2 sober couples before we parted our ways.&lt;br /&gt;exchanging of numbers and hugs then bye-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that began our me and you and you and me session.&lt;br /&gt;we talked and cried and joked and had some quality time together.&lt;br /&gt;awww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, moral of de story is..&lt;br /&gt;don't get drunk when there's alot of roaches.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-1279859337673039718</id><published>2008-12-26T03:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T04:00:02.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's next?</title><content type='html'>oh hell..&lt;br /&gt;i miss my short hair.&lt;br /&gt;i mean de really short &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;short&lt;/span&gt; hair..&lt;br /&gt;should i chop 'em off??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is really getting lame.....&lt;br /&gt;work, home, bf, eat, sleep, chat.&lt;br /&gt;and de vicious cycle continues.&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i'm proud to present to you my new toy....&lt;br /&gt;iPod Touch!!!&lt;br /&gt;and it's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16GB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greedy huh.. i know.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder when will i ever fill everything up.&lt;br /&gt;after uploading ALL de songs i have, (including Dancing Queen, ahakz)&lt;br /&gt;and ALL de pics i have, (well, not really everything but de good pics actually)&lt;br /&gt;i still have like 12GB left.&lt;br /&gt;gotta find more games and applications and video clips and i dunno what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. yesterday was my big bro's (also my only bro) birthday!&lt;br /&gt;and he's thirty.&lt;br /&gt;like de big three and zero.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;one word for you bro; OLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did my p.m shift today.&lt;br /&gt;fetched by de bf.&lt;br /&gt;bumped into de forever selenger Ayu and her bf.&lt;br /&gt;got home to change and went Clarke Quay to meet up with bf's besties for some sorta drinking session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't really know de occasion for it so at first i assumed it must be some kinda xmas thingy enjoyment or somethin somethin.&lt;br /&gt;but it turned out to be that de bf's friend just went thru' a heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;well, like i said to them..&lt;br /&gt;"whatever's meant to be, will always find its way"&lt;br /&gt;so why worry..&lt;br /&gt;i'm not tryin to sound like de so-called "perfect" couple or whatsoever..&lt;br /&gt;but somehow or rather, no matter how hurtful things might be, we still embrace it at de end of de day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, Huda as being de retarded clown, tired to cheer things up. =D&lt;br /&gt;there were 4 of us and i was de only girl.&lt;br /&gt;they had their so-called "boys" talk and i was left out of de conversation.&lt;br /&gt;and they ended their boys chit-chat with a dead silence.&lt;br /&gt;like i could hear crickets already.. and they were looking staring into blank space in different directions.&lt;br /&gt;so, here come Huda de clown.&lt;br /&gt;i started to play some games with them.&lt;br /&gt;all de games that me and de sweethearts used to play back in poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"2 o'clock, 6 o'clock, 11 o'clock. what time is it now?"&lt;br /&gt;"de can, my cap, your watch. what's next?"&lt;br /&gt;"i wanna go australia.. i wanna bring an apple."&lt;br /&gt;"black white white black white white white black black white black. white or black?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came in all de riddles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what's de strongest number?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;afterall, we had a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm glad that it turned out to be a really happy drinkin session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dearest bf,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm sorry if i can't please you at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love you still and always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;XOXOX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-1279859337673039718?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/1279859337673039718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=1279859337673039718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/1279859337673039718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/1279859337673039718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-new-bf.html' title='what&apos;s next?'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-8786790936187013962</id><published>2008-12-18T12:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:29:49.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>superhumanchris brown</title><content type='html'>Weak, I have been crying and crying for weeks&lt;br /&gt;How'd I survive when I can barely speak, barely eat&lt;br /&gt;On my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's the moment you came to me&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what your love has done to me&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm invincible I see through the me I used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've changed my whole life&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what you're doing to me with your love&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling all superhuman you did that to me&lt;br /&gt;A superhuman heart beats in me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stop me here with you&lt;br /&gt;Superhuman..&lt;br /&gt;I feel so superhuman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong, since I've been flying and righting the wrongs&lt;br /&gt;Feels almost like I've had it all along&lt;br /&gt;I can see tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When every problem is gone&lt;br /&gt;Because I flew everywhere with love inside of me&lt;br /&gt;It's unbelievable to see how love can set me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a bird, not a plane, it's my heart and it's going gone away&lt;br /&gt;My only weakness is you, only reason is you, every minute with you&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I can do, anything&lt;br /&gt;Going, going I'm gone away, in love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-8786790936187013962?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-2228394563001724544</id><published>2008-12-09T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:34:43.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Your Guy Is Not A Player!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/isheaplayerquiz/not-a-player.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;At least, all signs point to "negative"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What your guy is: straight up, honest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And a one woman man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This one's a keeper - so hold on to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/isheaplayerquiz/"&gt;Is He A Player?&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/28915818-2228394563001724544?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-2400256952039622135</id><published>2008-12-07T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:18:31.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unbeautifullesley roy</title><content type='html'>Don’t hang up&lt;br /&gt;Can we talk&lt;br /&gt;So confused&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I'm lost&lt;br /&gt;What went wrong&lt;br /&gt;What made you go&lt;br /&gt;Don’t pretend you don’t know&lt;br /&gt;This is me&lt;br /&gt;I'm unchangeable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did we&lt;br /&gt;Fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Or did you lie&lt;br /&gt;From the start&lt;br /&gt;When you said&lt;br /&gt;It's only you&lt;br /&gt;I was blind, such a fool&lt;br /&gt;Thinking we&lt;br /&gt;We're unbreakable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you and me against the world&lt;br /&gt;And you promised me forever more&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I said&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I did&lt;br /&gt;Cause I gotta know&lt;br /&gt;What made me unbeautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been told&lt;br /&gt;Whats done is done&lt;br /&gt;To let it go&lt;br /&gt;And carry on&lt;br /&gt;And deep inside&lt;br /&gt;I know that’s true&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck in time&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck on you&lt;br /&gt;We were still untouchable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, wake up, wake up&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm only dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Get out, get out, get out&lt;br /&gt;Get out of my head now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we’re much better&lt;br /&gt;All together&lt;br /&gt;Can’t let go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-2400256952039622135?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-560014994572576896</id><published>2008-12-07T21:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:04:25.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel hurt.&lt;br /&gt;heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bila kekasih mula merajuk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adakah engkau akan memujuk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i can't cry to you or seek attention from you,&lt;br /&gt;then to who can i be vulnerable with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you can't be there for me, then who will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it may seem like it's just a small matter to you that i'm making a big fuss out of it.&lt;br /&gt;but these small things will become big if ignored.&lt;br /&gt;i can't think of anything else to say.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just... heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna be alone&lt;br /&gt;as tears of sadness fill my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-560014994572576896?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/560014994572576896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=560014994572576896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/560014994572576896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/560014994572576896'/><link rel='alternate' 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with Uncle&lt;br /&gt;-hocus pocus&lt;br /&gt;-went to watch Bolt with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Fadli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm home.&lt;br /&gt;my sister's asleep..&lt;br /&gt;tried to wake her up...&lt;br /&gt;she moved but didn't open her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;her eyes look swollen tho'.&lt;br /&gt;i guess she must have cried..&lt;br /&gt;i'm worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; for sending me home and and making sure that everything was alright.&lt;br /&gt;thanks Jason for your concern for my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta sleep.&lt;br /&gt;workin mornin later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-2310067321328026742?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-4611732528327543482</id><published>2008-12-04T10:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T10:46:50.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i were a boybeyonce</title><content type='html'>If I were a boy, even just for a day&lt;br /&gt;I'd roll out of bed in the morning and throw on what I wanted and go&lt;br /&gt;Drink beer with the guys, and chase after girls&lt;br /&gt;I'd kick it with who I wanted and I'd never get confronted for it&lt;br /&gt;Cause they stick up for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;I think I could understand&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'd be a better man&lt;br /&gt;I'd listen to her&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;When you lose the one you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Cause he's taken you for granted&lt;br /&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy, I would turn off my phone&lt;br /&gt;Tell everyone it's broken so they think that I was sleeping alone&lt;br /&gt;I'd put myself first and make the rules as I go&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that she'd be faithful, waiting for me to come home&lt;br /&gt;To come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;I think I could understand, oh-oh-oohh-oh&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'd be a better man&lt;br /&gt;I'd listen to her&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;When you lose the one you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Cause he's taken you for granted&lt;br /&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little too late for you to come back&lt;br /&gt;Say it's just a mistake, think I'd forgive you like that&lt;br /&gt;If you thought I would wait for you&lt;br /&gt;You got it wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're just a boy&lt;br /&gt;And you don't understand (yea, you don't understand, oh!)&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl someday&lt;br /&gt;You wish you were a better man&lt;br /&gt;You don't listen to her&lt;br /&gt;You don't care how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Until you lose the one you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Because you've taken her for granted&lt;br /&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're just a boy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-4611732528327543482?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/4611732528327543482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=4611732528327543482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>today is one of my happiest day. =)&lt;br /&gt;except for de tiring day i had at work, duh.&lt;br /&gt;but my time after work was totally worth it!&lt;br /&gt;and so he fetched me after work as usual.&lt;br /&gt;when he didn't allow me to open his bag to put his cap in, i already suspected somethin..&lt;br /&gt;*fishy fishy*&lt;br /&gt;he brought me to de roadside, under a lamp post, outside the A&amp;amp;E and asked me to close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;then he took out a bouquet for me.&lt;br /&gt;one red rose.&lt;br /&gt;it's not much but i really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;and his words touched my heart till it made tears come to my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he took out a sweater..&lt;br /&gt;a sweater which i've been wanting for.&lt;br /&gt;but sadly it's of de wrong size.&lt;br /&gt;he got XS for me and it's too small.&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;so tomorrow he's gonna get it changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks Sayang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love the flowers and the sweater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but most of all, i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you are definitely special,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one of a kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-5968368647129713793?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/5968368647129713793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=5968368647129713793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/5968368647129713793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/5968368647129713793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2008/11/special.html' title='special'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-3907408728404419458</id><published>2008-11-25T01:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:31:11.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grr</title><content type='html'>i am not allowed to rant my feelings here but i don't care!&lt;br /&gt;i'm just angry.&lt;br /&gt;just alot of anger in me right now.&lt;br /&gt;anger that will just break into tears in a while later.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes keeping silent will only cause others to step all over your head.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps that's part of de reason why i don't keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;but at times, i'm just angry at myself too.&lt;br /&gt;angry coz i'm unable to answer my own questions like why am i like this, what have i done, what's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;these are de questions that often fill my head and i can't answer them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps now de differences are starting to show.&lt;br /&gt;what if this goes on and on and we can't get along in de future?&lt;br /&gt;what will happen to this relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do love him but why is this happening.&lt;br /&gt;i tried not to make a big fuss out of a small matter.&lt;br /&gt;so i sat back and cooled myself down.&lt;br /&gt;but just as soon as i got back up, de fury starts raging again..&lt;br /&gt;and de cause of it is also a small matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; myself for being this way.&lt;br /&gt;it's ruining my relationship.&lt;br /&gt;what if one day he can't take it anymore and just walk out on me?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not prepared to lose him.&lt;br /&gt;God, please help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-3907408728404419458?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/3907408728404419458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=3907408728404419458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/3907408728404419458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/3907408728404419458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2008/11/grr.html' title='grr'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-3451898919745696164</id><published>2008-11-24T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T02:07:16.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MC</title><content type='html'>i guess i will be bloggin for these few days.&lt;br /&gt;coz for de time being i get to use my sis' lappie.&lt;br /&gt;whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm on 2 days MC; today and tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;ahakz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went to cgh to get my MC then headed to Boon Lay to meet bf.&lt;br /&gt;jalan-jalan and ate at LJS then we took de train home.&lt;br /&gt;met his mom and his bro at Juring East and we went back together.&lt;br /&gt;lepak at his place, watch dvd, eat and my pants got wet on de toilet floor.&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;it was so embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;one big wet patch on my butt!&lt;br /&gt;had to change to some bermudas,&lt;br /&gt;which its length was until my ankle.&lt;br /&gt;i know i know.. i'm short.&lt;br /&gt;then eveyone else got home.&lt;br /&gt;both sisters of his, one with de bf and de other was with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i felt kinda out of place.&lt;br /&gt;awkward.&lt;br /&gt;coz perhaps we didn't have a proper introduction..&lt;br /&gt;and perhaps it was de first time meeting his sisters.&lt;br /&gt;all de other times i went to his place i only met his mom and his bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how it's gonna be like if we are living under one roof.&lt;br /&gt;insya allah if it's my destiny to spend de rest of my life with him.&lt;br /&gt;then his siblings will be my siblings too.&lt;br /&gt;and for sure i don't like my siblings to treat my home like a hotel.&lt;br /&gt;come home as and when they like just to do their dirty laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i don't have younger siblings.&lt;br /&gt;but i was brought up differently.&lt;br /&gt;we show de least of respect to our elders.&lt;br /&gt;although some of us (my cousins) have tattoos, we conceal them underneath our clothes.&lt;br /&gt;we don't smoke in front of our elders.&lt;br /&gt;what more to show piercings in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;being open doesn't mean there's no need to have respect.&lt;br /&gt;or in other words, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tak ada segan-silu dgn org tua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i shall not say more.&lt;br /&gt;like i've mentioned, it's just de way we're brought up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still pondering how things are gonna be like if we're living under one roof.&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i realise that everytime i blog, it will begin with one thing and end up with a totally different thing.&lt;br /&gt;ahakz.&lt;br /&gt;so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;i'm on MC too tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm gonna spend my time at his place again perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;ez-link: -78cents&lt;br /&gt;purse: 20cents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and waiting for my pay tomorrow night is so dreadful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-3451898919745696164?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-7151146306598438449</id><published>2008-11-23T03:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T03:18:24.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baa..</title><content type='html'>alo..&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;down with flu.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;been sleeping de whole day and now i can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so not goin to work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i miss bf&lt;br /&gt;and i feel terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearest fadli,&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if at times i feel like i'm not special to you.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sorry if at times too u feel that i don't love you.&lt;br /&gt;nobody's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;"love the imperfect perfectly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really looking forward to our plans ahead. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-7151146306598438449?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/7151146306598438449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=7151146306598438449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/7151146306598438449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/7151146306598438449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2008/11/baa.html' title='baa..'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-6929586155468980426</id><published>2008-11-02T04:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T04:34:09.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>sorry people for being MIA.&lt;br /&gt;well, have been busy with work and bf mostly.&lt;br /&gt;heh..&lt;br /&gt;work is so far so good.&lt;br /&gt;i've been comfirmed now.&lt;br /&gt;whee~&lt;br /&gt;and de ward is quite ok.&lt;br /&gt;there're still politics here and there..&lt;br /&gt;but at least better than ward 45.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh~&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i guess i might be taking advanced dip in Ortho.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;we heard that NM Ho (aka the tigress) is comin back to my ward.&lt;br /&gt;blargh.&lt;br /&gt;and de staffs here are ok too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's comin to 4 months with bf now.&lt;br /&gt;and as usual, nothing is always up or always down.&lt;br /&gt;"love doesn't just happen on its own. we have to work together to keep de sparks alive"&lt;br /&gt;that is what i keep telling myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dearest Fadli,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I am sometimes hard on you and had hurt you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I thank you for your patience.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for tolerating with me all this while.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for makng me laugh and smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for being there for me every time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will treasure your love and this relationship.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're my love, my bestfriend, my brother, my everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-6929586155468980426?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/6929586155468980426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=6929586155468980426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/6929586155468980426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/6929586155468980426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2008/11/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-6832456141348787066</id><published>2008-09-19T23:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T23:50:55.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is so true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.applatform.com/img/?id=121709&amp;amp;h=763706c73072c4b33a7aeae914ae2ff1fc991046" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: 120%;"&gt;March Attractive personality. sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.&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/28915818-6832456141348787066?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/6832456141348787066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=6832456141348787066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/6832456141348787066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/6832456141348787066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-so-true.html' title='this is so true.'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-7141775357925735015</id><published>2008-09-12T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T00:00:34.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One In A MillionMiley Cyrus</title><content type='html'>How did I get here?&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and there you were&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think twice&lt;br /&gt;Or rationalize&lt;br /&gt;'Cause somehow I knew&lt;br /&gt;That there was more than just chemistry&lt;br /&gt;I mean I knew you were kinda of into me&lt;br /&gt;But I figured it's too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said pinch me&lt;br /&gt;Where's the catch this time&lt;br /&gt;Can't find a single cloud in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Help me before I get used to this guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that good things take time&lt;br /&gt;But really great things happen in a blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;Thought the chances to meet somebody like you were a million to one&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it&lt;br /&gt;You're one in a million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time I was looking for love&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make things work&lt;br /&gt;That weren't good enough&lt;br /&gt;'Til I thought I'm through, said I'm done&lt;br /&gt;And stumbled into the arms of the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're making me laugh about the silliest stuff&lt;br /&gt;Say that I'm your diamond in the rough&lt;br /&gt;When I'm mad at you&lt;br /&gt;You come with your velvet touch&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that I'm so lucky&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt so happy&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see that sparkle in your eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-7141775357925735015?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/7141775357925735015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=7141775357925735015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/7141775357925735015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/7141775357925735015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-in-million-miley-cyrus.html' title='&lt;font size=4&gt;One In A Million&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;Miley Cyrus'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-6846397068193404941</id><published>2008-09-09T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:15:57.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 ThingsMiley Cyrus</title><content type='html'>I probably shouldn't say this&lt;br /&gt;But at times I get so scared&lt;br /&gt;When I think about the previous&lt;br /&gt;Relationship we shared&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome but we lost it&lt;br /&gt;It's not possible for me not to care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we're standing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;But nothings ever gonna change&lt;br /&gt;Until you hear, my dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7 things I hate about you&lt;br /&gt;The 7 things I hate about you, oh you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're vain&lt;br /&gt;Your games&lt;br /&gt;You're insecure&lt;br /&gt;You love me you like her&lt;br /&gt;You made me laugh, you made me cry&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which side to buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends they're jerks when you act like them&lt;br /&gt;Just know it hurts&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with the one I know&lt;br /&gt;And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do&lt;br /&gt;You make me love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's awkward and silent as I wait for you to say&lt;br /&gt;What I need to hear now is your sincere apology&lt;br /&gt;When you mean it I'll believe it&lt;br /&gt;If you text it I'll delete it&lt;br /&gt;Let's be clear&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm not coming back&lt;br /&gt;Your taking seven steps here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7 things I hate about you&lt;br /&gt;You're vain&lt;br /&gt;Your games&lt;br /&gt;You're insecure&lt;br /&gt;You love me you like her&lt;br /&gt;You made me laugh, you made me cry&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which side to buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends they're jerks when you act like them&lt;br /&gt;Just know it hurts&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with the one I know&lt;br /&gt;And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do&lt;br /&gt;You make me love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to all the great things&lt;br /&gt;That would take too long to write&lt;br /&gt;I probably should mention the 7 that I like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7 things I like about you&lt;br /&gt;Your hair&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Your old Levi's&lt;br /&gt;When we kiss I'm hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh, you make me cry&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that's both I'll have to buy&lt;br /&gt;Your hands in mine when we're intertwined&lt;br /&gt;Everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with the one I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the 7th thing I like the most that you do&lt;br /&gt;You make me love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-6846397068193404941?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/6846397068193404941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=6846397068193404941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/6846397068193404941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/6846397068193404941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2008/09/7-things-miley-cyrus.html' title='&lt;font size=4&gt;7 Things&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;Miley Cyrus'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-128360889343550773</id><published>2008-09-08T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T01:27:24.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can never be you</title><content type='html'>i can never be you.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how, no matter what, it'll just be the same.&lt;br /&gt;i suppose i should just move away and stay in the shadows.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of having tears every night..&lt;br /&gt;be it with or without you knowin it.&lt;br /&gt;i can never have you all mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am envious at times seeing other families happy together.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't ask to be lonely.&lt;br /&gt;i don't suppose you know.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess this is just how it is and how it will be.&lt;br /&gt;i know you can't be with me 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just have to accept that, sincerely, like you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but tell me,&lt;br /&gt;if i don't get attention from you, who am i suppose to get it from?&lt;br /&gt;others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna expect more.&lt;br /&gt;i'll accept whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;just like how i used to do.&lt;br /&gt;i'll take it all in.&lt;br /&gt;be it with or without you knowing it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-128360889343550773?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/128360889343550773/comments/default' title='Post 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bila keyakinanku datang&lt;br /&gt;kasih bukan sekadar cinta&lt;br /&gt;pengorbanan cinta yang agung&lt;br /&gt;ku pertaruhkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ketika ku bersujud&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-869467286702792152?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/869467286702792152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=869467286702792152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/869467286702792152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/869467286702792152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2008/09/ayat-ayat-cinta-rossa.html' title='&lt;font size=4&gt;Ayat-Ayat Cinta&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rossa'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-200660067278079249</id><published>2008-09-02T21:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:14:35.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;insecurities will always be there but i will vanish them within me.&lt;br /&gt;to love is to sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;and to sacrifice means patience.&lt;br /&gt;i will be like how i first was before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-200660067278079249?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/200660067278079249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=200660067278079249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/200660067278079249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/200660067278079249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2008/09/insecurities-will-always-be-there-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-3084477853661783985</id><published>2008-09-02T04:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T05:03:46.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heart's content</title><content type='html'>after that chat with her, i realised that i should just be contented with what i have.&lt;br /&gt;what i have now may not be what i will have tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;to move on is to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;only by forgiving, we will be able to move on completely.&lt;br /&gt;only by forgiving, we can embrace the future.&lt;br /&gt;i've forgiven myself for all de wrong doings i did.&lt;br /&gt;i forgive him for what he was.&lt;br /&gt;and all i care about now is US and de future.&lt;br /&gt;may our relationship be blessed by Allah and our parents.&lt;br /&gt;love, patience, and sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;that's all i need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-3084477853661783985?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/3084477853661783985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=3084477853661783985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/3084477853661783985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I Smile From Within My heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When I Think Of Being With You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I Wish We Would Never Part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love Is My Companion&lt;br /&gt;When Days Are Long And Cold&lt;br /&gt;Your Love Is My Destiny&lt;br /&gt;When Our Lives Grow Old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To Be Your Love Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Is My Life's Intent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your Love Is My Endeavor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For You Are Heaven Send&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You For Your Love&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AfAd&lt;/span&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-8268002107176745944</id><published>2008-08-20T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T23:28:19.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No OneAlicia Keys</title><content type='html'>I just want you close&lt;br /&gt;Where you can stay forever&lt;br /&gt;You can be sure that it will only get better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me together&lt;br /&gt;Through the days and nights&lt;br /&gt;I don’t worry cause everything’s gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;People keep talking&lt;br /&gt;They can say what they like&lt;br /&gt;But all I know is everything’s gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one no one no one can get in the way of what I’m feeling&lt;br /&gt;No one no one no one can get in the way of what I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;You, you&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the rain is pouring down&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is hurting&lt;br /&gt;You will always be around&lt;br /&gt;This I know for certain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some people search the world&lt;br /&gt;To find something like what we have&lt;br /&gt;I know people will try, try to divide something so real&lt;br /&gt;So till the end of time I’m telling you there is no one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-8268002107176745944?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/8268002107176745944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=8268002107176745944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/SKo8gJYykzI/AAAAAAAAAR4/uKKjaDDUZRI/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/SKo8gJYykzI/AAAAAAAAAR4/uKKjaDDUZRI/s320/Image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236064039745000242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got 2 terrapins!!&lt;br /&gt;bby bought them for me =)&lt;br /&gt;and i name them boy and gerl.&lt;br /&gt;boy is super lazy and gerl is super hyper.&lt;br /&gt;but at night they do cuddle together to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;how sweet..&lt;br /&gt;but gerl is a lil more special.&lt;br /&gt;her two hind legs are kinda deformed.&lt;br /&gt;and yet she can crawl fast.&lt;br /&gt;especially when i let her crawl on de floor.&lt;br /&gt;such a curious girl.&lt;br /&gt;so cute.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/SKo9XBMrzpI/AAAAAAAAASI/abd3UryYu5U/s1600-h/Image060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/SKo9XBMrzpI/AAAAAAAAASI/abd3UryYu5U/s320/Image060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236064982439546514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is gerl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/SKo9-sOBuWI/AAAAAAAAASQ/dMNFTySD0D0/s1600-h/Image064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/SKo9-sOBuWI/AAAAAAAAASQ/dMNFTySD0D0/s320/Image064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236065664002799970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;boy is on de left and gerl on de right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/SKo_ovfZ3cI/AAAAAAAAASc/EGEbA493zks/s1600-h/Image056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/SKo_ovfZ3cI/AAAAAAAAASc/EGEbA493zks/s320/Image056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236067485947125186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this is boy sleepin on top of gerl. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-4898454205904015617?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/4898454205904015617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=4898454205904015617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-8271932250688297394</id><published>2008-08-12T00:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T01:18:17.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweetheart =)</title><content type='html'>i am just glad that i've found &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him &lt;/span&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;after losing touch for about a year, we met again.&lt;br /&gt;and it was surprising how we caught eye of each other in a crowded room.&lt;br /&gt;lookin all so familiar.. even more familiar after de introduction and pics.&lt;br /&gt;and poof! it was that one person whom i once knew a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was it fate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/SKBzVPtP5oI/AAAAAAAAARw/a1CykMf1V10/s1600-h/Image0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/SKBzVPtP5oI/AAAAAAAAARw/a1CykMf1V10/s320/Image0051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233309575835281026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every time i see a rainbow, i'll definitely get reminded of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for accepting me for who i am and who i was.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for being there during my hard time.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for all de sleepless nights just to take me out and keep me company.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for fetchin me from work although you were from work at Jurong.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for sleeping at my void deck just to send me to work in de mornin so that i could have a few extra minutes of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for listening to all my rants and sorrows and painful stories of de past.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for being a shoulder for me to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for tolerating my nonsense and crap and mood swings and bites.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for that one time that you fetch me from work and rushed me to SGH and take me to supper and sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for that one time you took leave from work just to accompany my night when i was down.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for all de miss calls just to wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for all de hugs that make me feel safe.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for all de kisses that make me feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for de smiles that kept me smiling.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not about just&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; you &lt;/span&gt;making it real anymore.&lt;br /&gt;but we will get thru' it all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my word to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/SKBzEKTXAXI/AAAAAAAAARo/pOeCr6e8Jo8/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/SKBzEKTXAXI/AAAAAAAAARo/pOeCr6e8Jo8/s320/Image017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233309282326741362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Fadli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-8271932250688297394?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/8271932250688297394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/SKBzVPtP5oI/AAAAAAAAARw/a1CykMf1V10/s72-c/Image0051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-8103622625464459400</id><published>2008-07-30T00:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:31:32.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall For YouSecondhand Serenade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/SI9EyB5ryvI/AAAAAAAAARg/qijaKCUDqVw/s1600-h/Image012..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/SI9EyB5ryvI/AAAAAAAAARg/qijaKCUDqVw/s320/Image012..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228473318694963954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about tonight’s that we’re not fighting&lt;br /&gt;It couldn’t be that we have been this way before&lt;br /&gt;I know you don’t think that I am trying&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re wearing thin down to the core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hold your breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over again&lt;br /&gt;Don’t make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;I won’t live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear its true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;You’re impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I intended&lt;br /&gt;I always swore to you that I would never fall apart&lt;br /&gt;You always thought that I was stronger&lt;br /&gt;I may have failed&lt;br /&gt;But I have loved you from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hold your breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over again&lt;br /&gt;Don’t make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;I won’t live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear it’s true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;It’s impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So breathe in so deep&lt;br /&gt;Breathe me in&lt;br /&gt;I’m yours to keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hold onto your words&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause talk is cheap&lt;br /&gt;And remember me tonight&lt;br /&gt;When you’re asleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-8103622625464459400?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/8103622625464459400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=8103622625464459400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/8103622625464459400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/8103622625464459400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2008/07/fall-for-you-secondhand-serenade.html' title='&lt;font size=4&gt;Fall For You&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;Secondhand Serenade'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chHXssS7zoA/SI9EyB5ryvI/AAAAAAAAARg/qijaKCUDqVw/s72-c/Image012..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-7234353260796445385</id><published>2008-07-29T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:05:32.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe</title><content type='html'>lets be positive.&lt;br /&gt;every time i see pictures of her, i thank God that i'm so not like her.&lt;br /&gt;and i thank God that i found him.&lt;br /&gt;thank God that he's mine.&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't deserve her.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sayin that he deserves me but he definitely doesn't deserve someone like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bby..&lt;br /&gt;some things are just meant to be felt and not said.&lt;br /&gt;whatever is in my heart right now, will just be kept in me.&lt;br /&gt;but it's up to you to feel it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i will finally learn to fully love someone again.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's you, bby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone once told me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"don't ever give up if he means the world to you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-7234353260796445385?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/7234353260796445385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=7234353260796445385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/7234353260796445385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/7234353260796445385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2008/07/maybe.html' title='maybe'/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-1105750095191759792</id><published>2008-07-28T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:01:55.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at the end of it, no matter how shitty or fucked up i feel,&lt;br /&gt;it will all be relieved with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gd nite love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-1105750095191759792?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/1105750095191759792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=1105750095191759792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/1105750095191759792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28915818/posts/default/1105750095191759792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/2008/07/at-end-of-it-no-matter-how-shitty-or.html' title=''/><author><name>huds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18030049735883384037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwojNbPHt6k/Ton2FKOKCMI/AAAAAAAAAes/wJvRmnP2tRU/s220/307582_10150284981412536_541147535_8306404_1202617903_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28915818.post-3830044460609912710</id><published>2008-07-28T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T20:47:59.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh.</title><content type='html'>i'm sorry bby.&lt;br /&gt;i just can't help it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;you know i'm a big critic.&lt;br /&gt;and somehow also i'm addicted to viewing her profile.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what...&lt;br /&gt;i am fucking DISGUSTED.&lt;br /&gt;in my heart was like, "suke amek2 gamba tetek?"&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm not perfect too.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not saying i'm better either.&lt;br /&gt;but ugh... i'm just disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;sorry that i'm disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;sorry that i still view her profile.&lt;br /&gt;sorry that i even log in into her profile.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a bad girl.&lt;br /&gt;i know.&lt;br /&gt;i can be one fuckin bitch if i want to also.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;coz i wanna change for de better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but just one last thing ah...&lt;br /&gt;i am so gawd damn fuckin disgusted!!!&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what, viewin her profile somehow does make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;coz at least i know i'm definitely not like her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28915818-3830044460609912710?l=h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-u-d-z-z.blogspot.com/feeds/3830044460609912710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28915818&amp;postID=3830044460609912710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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